She puts her fingers over her mouth in surprise.
“He came.” “He came?” She gasps.
“I felt the jerk, and then the movie ended so he jumped up and went to bed.”
She chews her sandwich slowly, never blinking. “I can’t fucking believe that story. What happened after that?”
“Nothing. He’s just being normal again now.”
“Wow.”
I fall back on the blanket and grin to myself as I enjoy the sunrays on my face. “Yep, I’m officially a foot wanker.”
She shakes her head. “Now I’ve heard everything.”
It’s 4:00 p. m. I’m pissed.
I just got my period and it’s my date night. I get to see him one fucking night of the week and I go and get my stupid period. The worst part is that I’m now going to have to call him and tell him I can’t come. I can’t put it off any longer. He’ll be leaving his office soon to go to the hotel.
I dial his number.
“Hello,” he answers in that sexy voice of his. I can tell he’s in his car.
Damn it, he’s already left.
“Hi,” is all I can say.
“You on your way?”
“No.” I frown. “Are you alone in the car?”
“Yes.”
“I…” I pause because I really don’t want to have to say this. “I don’t think I can come tonight.”
“What? Just a minute…” I hear a rustling, and then he picks up his phone and I can tell he’s just pulled over. “What’s wrong?” he asks.
“It’s not a good time of the month for me.”
“Since when?”
“Since just now.”
He listens for a moment. “So you’re not coming… just because of that?” He sounds annoyed.
“Well, we can’t have sex.”
“It’s just all about the sex for you, is it?” he snaps angrily.
I bite my bottom lip to stifle my smile. “You were the one who said it was always going to be just about the sex.”
“Well it’s not. Get in the car and get to the hotel. It’s been a long week without you.”
I stay silent on the phone. Did he just admit that this is something more for him, too? “Okay, I’ll leave soon.” I grin, unable to stop myself.
“Good,” he exhales heavily. “See you soon.”
What was that?
I walk into the hotel an hour and a half later. I had to drop our mischievous fur babies and the children at Grandma’s on the way here. I’m nervous, just not like before. I’m a different kind of nervous today. Julian said it wasn’t just about sex. It never was for me, but I thought that’s exactly what it was for him.
I knock on the door and he opens it in a rush. “I thought you weren’t coming,” he says, his tone clipped.
I smile softly. “I’m here, Jules.”
His features relax, and he takes me into his arms, holding me tight. We stay locked in our embrace for some time. I can’t help but feel like he seems off.
The dominant man who fucks me into submission isn’t here today. This is someone new. Someone I haven’t met before.
“Are you okay?” I whisper as he holds me.
“Yes,” he breathes into my hair. But he’s not, I can feel it. Something is definitely wrong. He kisses me and then studies my face as he stares down at me.
“Look at you being all gorgeous,” I whisper as I kiss him. “I like this Julian.”
“It’s been a long week without you.”
I dust the backs of my fingers down his face. “This is a hard arrangement some days.”
He kisses me again and walks me into the room, kicking the door shut before we lie down on the bed.
“We’re not having sex tonight.” I smile against his lips
“I know that. I’m simply kissing you. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
“How was your day?”
“Long,” he mutters, distracted as his hands roam all over my body and his lips drop to my neck.
“What are we having for dinner?”
“Who cares?”
I giggle. God, he makes me feel so desired.
I roll over and grab the remote to turn the television on. “Let’s watch a movie.”
It’s only 6:00 p. m. I need to distract him or he will be humping the chair any moment. I flick through the movies. “What do you want to watch?’
He shrugs and rolls his eyes. “Whatever you want.”
I put Ocean’s Eleven on and snuggle against his chest, enjoying the way he holds me tight, and I smile dreamily to myself. I think this is my favorite date night so far.
Four hours later and Julian is somehow naked and on top of me, I’m in only my panties My legs are wide open and he’s grinding his body against my pubic bone. I’m so hot for him, it’s just ridiculous.
He didn’t watch the movie. I watched the movie, while his hands ran all over my body. For hours now he has been touching me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. I don’t know how much more I can take.
“God, I need you,” he moans as his tongue dives deeper into my mouth.
Fuck, I need him, too.
He rocks his hard cock against me. It feels so good-so big.
“Please,” he begs as his open mouth brushes my jawline.
“No, Julian.” I pant. “It’s too… too intimate.” He pulls back to look at my face. “I need intimacy from you tonight.”
“Why?”
His lips hover over mine. “I don’t know, I just do.”
We kiss again and I begin to lose control of the situation. He pulls my leg back to entice me further. His large body drives forward and I clench. God, he feels good.
“I’ve never done it before,” I admit quietly.
“Neither have I.” I frown and pull his attention back to my face. “What?”
“I’ve never done it before, either. Not at this time of the month.”
Huh? How can that be? Not even with his wife?
“Why not?” I ask.
“I’ve never wanted to.”
“Then why do you want to do it with me?”
“You tell me and then we’ll both know.” Our kiss turns frantic, his large body lurching forward until he’s on top of me.
This amount of arousal is crazy. He turns me into some kind of animal.
“Let’s get in the shower,” he suggests, unable to hide the quiver in his voice. He’s desperate for it.
“Jules…” “Please. I’m fucking begging here,” he whispers.
Hearing him admit he’s begging is my undoing, and I find myself nodding.
“Okay, we can take a shower.”
He pants against my lips.
“Just… give me a minute,” I whisper.
I stand and glance down at his body as he lies back on the bed. His hard cock is up against his stomach and a smear of pre-ejaculate glistens across his rippled abs. I’m so turned on, I really am. My sex is throbbing, aching to be filled.
I go into the bathroom, remove my tampon, and get into the shower. I stand under the hot water with my heart beating hard in my chest. He said he needs intimacy tonight and this is as intimate as it gets for me.
He walks in, his eyes holding mine intensely. I hold out my hand and he takes it in his, stepping under the hot water slowly. He holds me close, kissing me.
“Are you sure?” He stares down at me.
The water is running over his face, and he looks so damn beautiful and tortured…
He looks like he’s mine.
“I’m sure.” Our lips collide and his tongue slides deep into my mouth. He lifts me off the floor, pinning me to the wall, and with one hard pump he’s deep inside of me.
We both moan softly because, oh God, this is beautiful. Julian moves slowly, gently, and I can feel every damn vein on his cock.
The physical feelings I’m having…
The emotional.
I feel so much closer to him than I should.
He hooks my thighs up over his forearms, gripping my behind and bringing me onto him to slide in deep.
I whimper, “Jules.”
“I know, baby.” He drops his head and begins to give it to me slow and deep. The slapping of the water on our skins echoes all around, and I cry out, unable to hold my orgasm in any longer.
Julian inhales sharply, pushing himself deeper than he’s ever been, and he comes in a rush inside of me.
Our bodies jerk and shiver as we ride our waves of pleasure.