What if he wants anal?
Oh God, I didn’t think this through at all.
A trace of a smile crosses his face as he watches me, like he knows what’s running through my head, the bastard.
Maybe I’ll be the tenth nanny to leave, because I’ll be in the hospital with a broken vagina.
What a way to go, though.
Nobody even knows I’m here tonight. I didn’t tell Emerson. He could be a serial killer for all I know.
The lift goes all the way to the top. When the doors open, he picks up my hand and kisses the back of it, and the two of us walk down the corridor.
This hotel is out of this world–so luxurious.
He takes the key from his pocket, opens the door, and my eyes widen.
In front of me is a huge sitting room, housing a beautiful couch along with two armchairs that sit in front of a fireplace. On the table, there’s a silver bucket filled with ice, as well as a bottle of champagne and a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries to compliment it. There are also two very expensive crystal glasses waiting to be filled.
To the left, there’s a king-size bed with velvet coverings draped over the top, and a huge, gilded gold standing mirror has been placed in front of the window, facing the bed. I can see the white marble bathroom down the hall.
“Wow,” I whisper as I look around.
Julian walks to the table and pours two glasses of champagne before he hands one to me. I take a sip, and he cups my face in his palm, licking the remnants of moisture from my lips.
His tongue explores my mouth, and my insides begin to melt.
I pull back and take another sip, my breathing becoming ragged.
“Don’t be nervous. I won’t hurt you.”
“I just haven’t…” My voice trails off.
“You haven’t what?” He holds my glass up to my lips, urging me to drink more.
“I haven’t had sex in over a year.”
He smiles as his hand roams around to my behind. “Do you have any idea what an aphrodisiac that is?”
His lips drop to my neck, and I take the opportunity to drain my glass.
I need the whole fucking bottle.
His hands roam over my dress, his palm settling on my breast before he squeezes it roughly.
“I need you naked. I need you naked now.” In one swift move, he lifts my dress over my head until I’m left standing before him in nothing but my red lingerie.
He smiles as he slowly traces his finger over my breast, and then down my stomach, over my sex. “I’ve been dreaming about this,” he whispers.
“You have?”
“You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”
My breathing falters as my nerves take over, and I desperately try to control it, but it’s no use.
Julian reaches around and unlatches my bra, removing it slowly. His eyes glow with arousal as he leans back and inspects me, cupping my breast in his hand, once again.
“You have bigger breasts than I thought.” He bends down, takes one in his mouth, and begins to suck.
My eyes close and my head falls back. Holy shit.
He slides my panties down my legs, removing them from my feet until I’m standing before him, completely naked.
His eyes flicker with arousal, and all his control slips away when he presses forward and kisses me aggressively. His hands are in my hair, rough whiskers against my face, and his tongue delves deeper into my mouth.
Arousal thrums between my legs and he walks me over to the mirror at the end of the bed, turning me to stand in front of it.
Breaking away, he walks to a large, dark green ottoman that’s been placed in front of the fire. He lifts and drags it closer, bringing it to me. “Put your leg up on this.”
I frown.
He lifts one of my legs so that it is resting up on the ottoman.
He drops to his knees in front of me.
Dear God.
When Julian leans in and presses his face into my sex, I close my eyes and listen to the way he inhales deeply.
Holy fucking hell.
His mouth drops lower and lower. He pulls my sex apart and licks it.
“Watch,” he moans against me.
I drag my eyes to the mirror to see him still dressed in his suit, on his knees in front of me, sucking on my sex. His head bobs back and forth, and his eyes are closed, like he’s getting as much pleasure from this as I am. I feel like I’m having an out of body experience, hovering way above watching.
He’s a god.
All at once he seems to lose control and he lifts my leg higher to give himself better access. I whimper as I hold the back of his head, pressing him to me.
My mouth hangs open, desperate for oxygen as my breathing gets heavier, when Julian suddenly stands and kicks his shoes off. “Undress me,” he commands.
I take off his jacket, and then slowly unbutton his shirt. His chest is broad and he has a scattering of dark hair there.
My body begins to tingle.
I peel his shirt open and push it over his shoulders. My eyes roam over him. He’s absolutely perfect. I unfasten his trousers and then slowly slide them down his legs, along with his briefs.
His cock springs free, and my mouth falls open even wider.
What the fuck?
He’s huge and thick. Oh my God, he’s like another species.
I stand still, bewildered as I stare down at his dick.
“I won’t hurt you,” he breathes.
I raise my eyebrow sarcastically.
“We’ll take it easy tonight,” he promises as his fingers find that spot between my legs. He pauses before he pushes three fingers in.
I cry out without restraint.
That’s not taking it easy.
“Get on your back,” he orders, losing control. He kisses me as he walks me back towards to the bed, and then he carefully lays me down.
Julian spreads my legs and positions his body between them, spreading me open for his private viewing, and my back arches off the bed.
Then he is on me, licking, sucking, tormenting. He pumps me with three fingers, then four, and my back arches off the bed again, making me rise higher.
His thrusts get harder and harder, and the bed begins to rock.
His mouth hangs slack, but all he can do is smile as he watches my face. “You like that, baby girl?” he whispers.
I nod, unable to speak and he rolls a condom on.
Oh fuck… do I ever?
I grip his shoulders as a shudder runs through me. I’m so close to orgasming. “Jules,” I pant.
“Let it go. I need you creamy and loose.” I begin to moan, and he smiles down at me. “That’s it. Give it up for me.”
I cry out and convulse, my whole body thrusting forward. Without warning, he forces me back, pressing his body against mine and trapping me beneath him right before pushing himself inside of me.
My eyes widen. Oh… He’s big.
He stays still to let me acclimatize to his size. “You okay?” he breathes, kissing me softly.
I nod, and he finally moves to slide out of me, but only for a moment, and then he’s sliding back home where he belongs.
He kisses me again as he pulls out and slides back in. He does over and over, until, somehow, we are going hard at it.
His cock is working me, building me up, using my body, and I can do nothing but hold on.
The sound of our skin slapping together echoes all around the room. Perspiration dusts his skin, and I cling to him as his body moves like magic.
“Fuck,” he moans. “Fucking hell. This is so….” His voice is unrecognizable, and I smile to myself. I love him like this.
“I knew you would be amazing.” He hits me hard. “I knew you would blow my fucking mind.”
He starts to lose control and really lets me have it. In another breath, I convulse forward, and he comes in a rush.
He holds me close, his kiss aggressive. My breaths are strained as I try to control my breathing. He moves slowly, still inside of me, and then he pulls out and stands up to take his condom off. He carefully ties the end of it, disposing of it quickly.
He smiles down at me and brushes the hair back from my forehead. I feel so vulnerable lying here naked, weak from orgasm. He rearranges the pillows behind me so that I am propped up.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I want you to watch.”
“Watch what?”
He lies back down between my legs and his mouth drops to my sex.
Oh God.