“Mmm. Imagine how much fun we’ll have with our shower bench. So much potential for shower fucking.”
“If it ever gets built,” I mutter, gasping when he inserts one finger inside of me. My back arches, and he curves his finger just so… “Fuck,” I whisper, looking down at him with heavy eyelids. “It’s hard to imagine something that might never happen,” I add quickly and sarcastically.
“Shh, pet. No renovation talk while my tongue is on your pussy.”
His dirty words make me bark a laugh. “You’re shameless.” He inserts another finger, and that effectively shuts me up. “Holy shit. Yes. Right there?—”
“I love how vocal you are, Soph. Drives me mad,” he says against my labia.
“Yes, well, you’re just very good at your job.”
“I know.”
His tongue slowly explores me, swirling over my sensitive bud with the practice and ease of someone who knows my body like the back of his hand.
“Fuck.” I circle my hips as he continues. Everything inside of me draws tight, and my eyes squeeze shut. “Julian?—”
He withdraws his fingers and my eyes snap open as he stands up. “That’s it,” he says, chin wet. He licks his lips salaciously and loosens his tie. “Take off your knickers.”
I do as he says with a scowl, tugging them down a little too roughly and flinging them at his face. He pulls the tie loose from his collar, and then he shrugs off his suit jacket. My eyes track the crumpled wool and mohair, and I narrow my eyes.
“Only you would discard a custom-made suit on the floor.”
“Promise to pick it up after we’re done, pet,” he murmurs, unbuttoning the sleeves of his white Oxford shirt.
I smirk as I pull my white sports bra over my head. “Done? Doing what?”
His blond hair falls over his forehead, and my heart skips a beat as he begins unbuttoning the front of his shirt. When he’s playful like this, he reminds mesomuch of the man I fell in love with ten years ago.
“You know what.”
I twist my lips to the side as I lean back on my elbows. “Well, then, hurry up.”
He huffs a laugh as he discards the white shirt onto the floor, and I roll my eyes. Julian has a lot of fabulous, positive traits, but being tidy is not one of them.
As he steps out of his trousers and boxers, I can’t help but admire his physique. He’s muscular but not chiseled and obsessed about it. His arms are corded, and his biceps could put some of these younger fit guys at his gym to shame. His blond hair makes him look younger than his thirty-five years, but there’s a sprinkling of gray in his scruff which gives his age away.
My stomach clenches as my eyes drag down to his hard cock.
“Spread your legs for your husband,” he says, arching a brow. “Or do I have to do it for you?” he adds, moving my legs apart. “My God. Look at that gorgeous cunt.”
I bite my lower lip as he pushes me flat on the bed and crawls on top of me. Placing quick kisses along my stomach, breasts, and neck, his lips finally find mine just before he pushes into me.
“Oh God,” I gasp. His eyes bore into mine as he begins to fuck me relentlessly. “Yes, just like that,” I hiss, loving the feel of him inside of me like this.
Loving the look on his face when he drives into me.
If I ever doubted how much Julian Ashford loved me, it wouldn’t be during those first few moments of sex. He alwayslooks at me like I’m something to be cherished and revered, and I hope I never take this for granted.
His movements are smooth and familiar, and I move my left knee higher so that he knows I want it over his shoulder.
“Please,” I whimper.
He gives me a cocky smile as he positions my left leg so that it’s over his shoulder. My nails pierce into his biceps as he pounds into me, and I groan.
“Harder.”
He grunts and leans down to kiss me before he slowly drags his thick cock out.
