“I had another idea,” I told him. “You could fuck me thistime.”
We hadn’t tried it this way after the first time I’d suggested it, because I fucking loved topping him, and Jules had been perfectly content to bottom. But now, after Julian’s earlier words, I wanted it—I wanted to take him inside me, I wanted to feel the lingering sensation even as I drove out of O’Leary. And what’s more, I wanted to give this to him. Just one more tiny piece of evidence he could turn over in his mind over this next week, to reassure himself that this wasrealand that I truly wantedhim.
Maybe Julian felt all of that already, because he kissed me again, more fervently, bracing himself on my shoulders. He pulled back and stared down at me for a second, panting, like he was trying to memorize my face, and I reached up a hand to cup his cheek. “I’m going to miss you,” hesaid.
He kissed his way down my body, placing a kiss on my chin, then one in the center of my chest, one just below my navel, and one just above my cock. He took me in his mouth—calm, competent Julian, but with eyes that glowed blue fire and told me exactly how much he loved everysecond.
His fingers toyed with my balls as he sucked, then moved further back brushing across my taint and skimming lightly over my hole. I had to press myself back against the pillow and close my eyes tight so I didn’t come from sensoryoverload.
Jules released my dick with a softpopand laughed lightly, letting his breath ghost over the flesh. “You’re so fun.God. Half angel, half devil. You suck my cock like you’re planning an invasion of Europe or practicing for the Olympics, all strategy and focus, and then the second I touch you, your mind meltsdown.”
“Are you complaining?” I asked in a strangledvoice.
“Not even a little. Best of both worlds,” he said happily. “Now lift yourknees.”
Shit.Okay, that… made this real. But I wanted it. I did. So Icomplied.
“Oh,fuck,” Julian breathed. “Baby, I’m not sure if I’ve ever mentioned this before, but you’re really, reallyhot.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmm.” He licked a stripe across my hole. “Like,seriouslyhot.” And then he repeated the action again and again until I was a quivering bundle of nerves that could do nothing but moan, whine, andbeg.
“Julian,please.”
“Please what?” He replaced his tongue with one cool, slicked finger and pushed it inside me. “Is this what youneed?”
I don’t know if it was because I was so relaxed or because I’d magnified the thing in my mind, but the burning sensation was… barely there. Even when he added a second finger and began stretching me open it, the quick bite of pain only added to thepleasure.
Maybe I’d been born to dothis.
Maybe I’d been born to be withJulian.
“Enough,” I said, opening my eyes to see him watching me with abject lust and affection andneedstamped across his features. “Please, Jules? Fuckme.”
Julian swallowed. He leaned over to grab a condom from the table, then sat back on his heels so he could roll it down hislength.
The sight made my breathing hitch.Thatwas going inme. And I wanted it more than I wanted to breathe. “Now,” I told him. “Hurry,Jules.”
He hesitated for only a second before pushing himself insideme.
Okay. Okay, this was… harder. I sucked in a breath and blew it out, willing the burn to subside. I was sofull.
“You okay?” Julian pushed the hair back off my forehead, which was so similar to the affectionate gesture I used on him that I couldn’t help but smile. “We’re gonna go as slow as you want right now, okay?” he soothed. “We can be here all day. Like, did you know that rattlesnake sex can literally last all day? Hours and hours. And I, um, definitely cannot lastthatlong. But we can—Fuck!”
He shifted and I gasped in pleasure, which he mistook for pain if the frown on his face was anything to go by. Meanwhile, his arms and legs were starting toquiver.
I knew from personal experience just how hard it was to hold back and whatever little tiny part of my heart that wasn’t already his took flight from my body and entrusted itself to hiskeeping.
“Jules, baby, do thatagain.”
His brow wrinkled adorably. “Do what? Do you want me to pullout?”
“Move,please. Don’t holdback.”
“Oh.”
He didn’t need any further encouragement. He thrust inside me, hard and primal, and Jesus Christ, I feltclaimed. Owned. Wanted. Accepted. Understood. I’d had a ring on my finger for a year and hadn’t understood what commitment was supposed to feel like until now. UntilJules.
