His dark eyes hold mine as his tongue begins to explore my sex with long, hard licks.
My heart is racing wildly. No man has ever done this. No man has ever gone down on me after sex.
This is so fucking hot.
His lips are glistening, and I sit with my legs spread wide as I watch him eat me like I’m his last supper.
His hands rest on my inner thighs, and every now and then he smiles into me, as if he can’t believe this is happening, either.
I frown as I watch him, strangely detached yet completely immersed.
He loves this, he absolutely loves this. This isn’t for me. This is for him.
He never stops, continuing his exploration for over fifteen minutes, until I’m writhing on the bed, once again.
I need him inside me again. “Jules,” I whimper.
He smiles at me and bites my clitoris, causing me to jump. Then he sits me up to kiss me and I can taste my own arousal on his lips. He’s only gentle for a brief moment before turns me over and positions me on my knees, spreading my legs as far as he can.
I glance up and watch us in the mirror.
He slowly rolls another condom on then runs his hands up and down my back as he studies my body. His hard cock hangs heavily between his legs. He nudges my opening, his mouth hanging open in awe, and his thumb rubbing over my back entrance.
Oh shit. I hold my breath. “No, Jules,” I whimper. “Not yet.”
He clenches his jaw, moving back to my sex to slowly slide in deep. We both moan in unison. He’s so good at this.
He pulls out slowly and slams back in all at once, knocking the air from my lungs, forcing me to cry out. Shit. Then he lets me have it. My hips are in his hands as he aggressively slams me back onto him. I watch him in the mirror and his words from earlier come back to me.
I will take my pleasure from your body.
That’s exactly what he’s doing. He knows what he wants, he knows exactly what his body needs, and he’s just feeding it. There is something so primal about the way he fucks my body, it’s turning me inside out.
I shudder as come in a rush, and I moan.
Our bodies continue to slam together, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. Julian is lost in his own headspace, and he tips his head back, closing his eyes as the ecstasy takes over. He picks up his pace, hitting me harder, and I scrunch the sheets between my fingers as I try and protect myself from the beating my body is taking.
I glance up to the mirror and see myself-hair dishevelled, red lipstick, covered in perspiration, and my breasts bouncing while I’m being fucked hard by God’s gift to women. His mouth hangs open as he watches the place where our bodies meet. His thumb sits over my back entrance, and it’s clear to see he’s in another world, totally oblivious to all that surrounds him.
This is definitely not your average Friday night.
He growls, losing control, and he scrunches his features together, pounding me hard. So fucking hard, I try my hardest to deal with the force of it.
When he comes, he holds himself still, deep inside of me before he convulses forward.
His face-oh, God, his face. Words cannot describe how beautiful his face is when he comes.
He falls over me and I giggle to myself.
“If that was you going easy on me, what the hell happens when you go hard?” I pant.
He chuckles and falls onto the bed, pulling me over him. “Hmm, slight change of plan,” he mutters as he kisses me.
We try to catch our breath, and I lie with my head on his, chest listening to his heavy heartbeat.
I roll off him and lean up onto my elbow so I can watch him.
“What?” he asks.
“Quite the Jekyll and Hyde, aren’t you?”
He smirks. “I could say the same about you.”
I act offended. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was born to be a sweet nanny.”
He smiles, his hand finding that spot between my legs, and he slides one of his thick fingers into me again. “You were born to fuck.” He pumps me hard and I wince. Ouch, I’m sore. “This beautiful body of yours is built for sin.”
I smile and pull his hand out of me. “Yeah, well, this beautiful body of mine can’t take any more. Down, boy.”
A trace of a smile crosses his face. “Until next time.”
I lean in and kiss him softly. “Until next time,” I breathe.
He kisses me again and again, and I can feel his dick hardening against my stomach. Jesus, how long can he go for?
I thought men’s sexual stamina was supposed to decrease with age, but that’s definitely not the case here. My sex is throbbing and painful, swollen from the carnage. “I just can’t, Jules,” I breathe against his lips.
He pulls back from me immediately. “Sorry.” He frowns as he stands. “I can be too much to take.”
He takes my hand, pulls me from the bed, and leads me into the bathroom to run a shower. He turns toward me and studies my face as he runs his fingers through my long hair. “Do you have a hair tie?”
I nod.
“Where is it? I’ll get it for you.”
“In my handbag.”
He disappears, returning only moments later to carefully tie my hair up into a bun on top of my head. My hands rest on his naked hips as he concentrates
on his task. He’s gentle and caring-so different from the animal that just fucked me ten minutes ago.
He really is Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
He leads me into the shower and washes me tenderly with sweet smelling soap, caressing my arms, breasts, stomach, my sex, and down my legs. I feel like a child being looked after, and this feels surprisingly intimate. His attention returns to my face, and he cups my cheek in his hand.
“You’re quiet,” he whispers, his lips lingering over mine.
We share a soft kiss.
“I’m in a little bit of shock, to be honest,” I say against his lips.
“Why?”
“That was arguably the best sex I’ve ever had.” He smiles sheepishly. “We’ve only just started, baby girl.”
“Are you sure about that?”
His tongue swipes through my open lips. God, my whole body is open for him. “This is the beginning of a wonderful arrangement.”
Arrangement. I don’t like the word ‘arrangement’. We stay silent in each other’s arms for a while longer, and eventually, he steps out and wraps me in a towel. He dries me, taking care of every inch of my skin with a tender touch, and then he finds my clothes and dresses me.
It’s like this is part of his game, to look after me after he has ripped my body apart. Or perhaps he feels guilty for being so rough.
I’m not sure, but I do feel confused, yet cared for and so fucking satisfied.
I watch him as he dresses back into his suit, and then looks around the room. “Do you have everything?” he asks.
Are we going home now? “Yes,” I answer.
“Let’s get going.” He turns toward the door, remembering something and turning back to retrieve his wallet. “I got you this for you.” He passes me a gold card and I stare at it in my hands.
It’s a credit card.
What?
“I’m not a hooker, Julian.”
He frowns. “I know that, I got it for you for incidentals.”
“Such as?” I frown.
“Things that you may need for our meetings.”
I stare at him blankly. “Like what?”
“The outfits I want you to wear. Personal care. Lasering. Things like that. Spend it as you wish. The card has no limit.”
My eyes drop to the card in my hand. “When did you order this?”
“Last week,” he says casually as he looks around the room.
I put my hand on my hip. “So, you knew I would be here doing this with you eventually.”
He smiles, leans in, and kisses me on the lips. “That was my agenda, yes.”
Are you kidding me?
“Come on, let’s go.”
I glance at my watch. It’s 10:30 p. m. We literally just fucked for two hours and now the date is over. He takes my hand and leads me out of the room, back into the elevator and down to the parking lot.
I stay silent because… what is there to say?
He told me he was going to fuck me without any strings attached, and that’s just what he did. Except now there is a limitless credit card attached to our arrangement.
Stop overthinking this.
We get to the car and he takes my face in his hands to kiss me. It’s deep and erotic, and my feet lift off the ground to get closer to him. “You were amazing,” he breathes.
I force a smile but stay quiet.
“Everything alright?” he asks, studying my face.
I nod. “Yes.” But I’m just not sure that’s the truth. I feel off, and I can’t put my finger on which part of the night brought that feeling on.
The drive home is made in complete silence, all the way to him opening the front door to his house.
“Goodnight, Miss Brielle,” he says coldly, right before he walks away, making the trek up the stairs to his room. He doesn’t look back and he doesn’t wait for me to respond.
I stand in the foyer, bewildered, watching his body until it disappears out of sight.
What the fuck just happened?
I finish drying my hair and check myself over in the mirror.
It’s Saturday morning, and we have Will’s soccer game to attend.
I’m wearing black jeans, black ballet flats, and a black singlet with a white linen shirt left open. My hair is down and I’m wearing the smallest amount of natural makeup.
My stomach is alive with nerves. I’ve hardly slept. My mind was racing at a million miles per minute.
I can’t believe I did what I did last night. It was like some erotic movie I had no right to be part of. I can’t believe it was that good. The credit card makes me feel uneasy, but I guess I did spend one-hundred and fifty pounds on my slutwear yesterday.
I don’t know how I feel about everything, to be honest. I’m going to have to sit on things for a while.