“Keep your eyes open. I want you to watch.”
My cheeks flush. He likes dirty talk. That’s a turn on. He moves back down in between my thighs and his eyes are on me as his tongue flattens against me and licks me in one long stroke, and then his mouth closes around my clit.
“Holy hell!”
He smiles and shows me one finger, waiting for me to nod before slipping them in. And then a second one, but when hedoes this move with his fingers, curling them and hitting a spot inside me that I didn’t even know existed, I come unhinged. My eyes roll into the back of my head and I clutch at the sheets.
“You taste even better than I imagined while pleasing myself last night.”
My eyes go big. He got off thinking about me last night? Honestly, I have only pleasured myself a handful of times since the divorce. Usually when I am severely stressed out and just need some relief.
“You should have just messaged me. I could have helped.”
He comes up for air, but his eyes are still on mine. “Believe me, the anticipation is well worth it. Now, let’s see how you sound when you come.”
He slips one more finger in and curves them upward, making me see stars, and my hands are wrapped in the sheets, and then he grabs them and puts them on his head. My fingers wrangle in his hair and I moan. Where has this man been all my life?
“I’m gonna come.” I yell, trying not to let go so fast, but he pumps faster.
“That’s what I want. Need. Relax and let your body go.”
When I take a deep breath and let go, I do something I didn’t even know I was capable of doing.
“Oh my god, I’m so so sorry!” I sit up, and cover my mouth.
He wipes his chin with a smile. “Don’t ever be sorry for that. Shows me you are enjoying yourself.”
How does this man know how to read my body better than my ex-husband? The man I was with for over twelve years?
He takes his wallet out of his back pocket and pulls out a condom, rolling it over himself. “And now, I want to see how tight you can grip me. Something tells me it’s been a while for you, and you need to be reminded what a fucking beauty you are.”
When he finally slips into me, it’s not rushed, but calculated, as if this moment matters more than anything in the world. Our cries of pleasure mingle in the air as we find our rhythm together, our movements becoming more urgent. This isn’t just about release—it’s connection, a joining of two people who didn’t know they were missing something until they found each other.
We come at the same time, me holding off until he was ready, because I’m taught to do that. Again, ex-husband trauma.
When we collapse next to each other, Julian pulls me close, his arms wrapping around me. I rest my head on his chest. His fingers trace patterns on my bare shoulder.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice a gentle rumble beneath my ear.
I nod, too overwhelmed to form words immediately. The intensity of what just happened between us has left me slightly dazed, in the best possible way.
“More than okay,” I finally manage, tilting my head to look up at him. “That was...”
“Yeah,” he agrees, understanding my unfinished thought. “It was, but can I ask you a question?”
“After what we just did, of course.”
“I might be wrong, but were you holding back? Toward the end?”
Of course he picked up on it. “I’m used to not getting off until you do.” I cover my face, embarrassed. “I’ve only had sex with one man. And…”
“Have you never came more than once during sex?”
His eyes are big, like he’s worried. “Not until tonight.”
He runs his fingers through hair as I trace his tattoos across his chest. “Well, you’ll soon learn, but sex isn’t all about the man. Actually, it pleases me more to feel your body enjoying itself. Sono holding back when it comes to us. I’ll make you come as many times as you want to.”
Has this man been sent to Lawson Ridge specifically for me? Is he my knight in shining armor? The man to help with my sexual awakening?
