by Virna DePaul
I want him to take me more than anything I’ve ever wanted before.
When he kisses down my throat, he asks, “Can we take this inside?”
I’m all fire. I can’t think. But somehow I turn and unlock the door, and then he’s on me and I’m just as desperate. Buttons pop and I’m pretty sure he tears my dress, but neither of us cares. In between undressing, we kiss, and when he strokes my breasts through my strapless bra, I moan so loud he laughs softly.
Samson, being a cat, uses this moment to come up to us and meow plaintively. Bastian jumps a little at the sound, and when all he sees are Samson’s yellow eyes, he stiffens. “What the holy hell is that?”
I laugh. I flip on a lamp and then pick Samson up, who’s blinking in confusion at all of the noise. “Samson, meet Bastian. What he meant to say was that he’s happy to meet you. Isn’t that right?”
“Very nice to meet you,” Bastian says dutifully, petting the cat before I set him on the ground. Then he looks at me. “Now, where were we?”
I’m not laughing anymore.
We stumble into my bedroom and collapse onto my bed. I thank God and any other deity I can think of that I cleaned my apartment yesterday, because normally my bed is a mess of clothes and books. But, then again, based on Bastian only looking at me? I’m not sure he’d care if my place were a wreck.
He kisses me and then kisses down my body. He buries his face between my breasts, plumping them with his hands, stroking my nipples through my bra. Finding the clasp in front, he unhooks it with a deft touch and then plays with my breasts, feasting on them, sucking them so hard I see stars. My hips buck underneath him when he nips at the tender tips. Stroking his hair, I can’t help but watch him. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen and I shift up against him, wanting to feel even more of him.
I told myself I wouldn’t sleep with Bastian on the first date. But now that he’s touching me, kissing me, his hands stroking across my body? I’m glad I broke that promise. Because nothing could tear me away from this moment.
He cups my breasts in his hands again and says against my throat, “I wanted to see these beauties the first moment I saw you.”
I laugh. “So you’re a breast man, I take it?”
“When they’re your breasts, most definitely.”
He takes my already swollen right nipple into his mouth again and sucks. I moan into the ceiling, not caring if my neighbors hear me. Let them hear. I’m getting the best sex of my life for once.
His fingers dance down my body, inching below the elastic of my underwear. He pets me, lightly stroking my outer lips. Growling, he parts my folds and says, “You’re so wet. Wet for me, Julia? Do you want me that badly?”
I buck against his hand. He plays with me, drawing out the pleasure until it’s painful. He strokes through my folds, spreading the moisture, just dipping his index finger inside of me. I feel like I’m about to burst. I try to find some friction, but he keeps me still as he pets me.
“So soft and wet. I bet if I did this—” he thumbs my clit and I gasp “—you’d come for me. Wouldn’t you? Let’s try it, shall we?” He presses harder on my clit, rubbing it before thrusting his index finger inside of me.
It only takes a moment. I shoot off like a rocket, my hips still bucking, and he rubs my clit until I’m limp as a rag doll.
He quickly strips off his jeans, and I can see the outline of his cock in his boxers. His XL-sized cock. I shiver a little.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Julia,” he says to me, reaching for his wallet and pulling out one of those infamous condoms. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”
I slide my underwear down and off, parting my legs. “Then what are you waiting for?” I ask.
Chapter 9
Bastian
My mind goes blank, seeing Julia splayed before me, a feast for the taking. Her cunt is wet and pink from her orgasm, and my cock twitches looking at her. She’s flushed all over. Pride fills my chest, knowing that I got her off that quickly.
I strip off my boxers and after sheathing myself in one of the condoms I always keep in my wallet, I part Julia’s legs farther and settle between them. We both groan as my cock brushes against her wet center, and I lean down to kiss her.
It’s a wild kiss, all teeth and tongues. My hands grip her knees, and I sit up to give myself leverage. She’s breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling. If I didn’t want to fuck her so badly, I’d play with her breasts all night.
I take my cock in hand and then feed it inside of her, watching as I sheath myself in her warmth. Her hips move up, but I keep her steady. I go as slowly as I can, mostly because I don’t want to hurt her. I watch to make sure she isn’t uncomfortable, as I’m on the larger side, but I see only desire in her eyes as I fill her.
Then I’m completely inside her, balls deep, and I groan. It’s the best feeling I’ve had in a long time.
“Are you okay?” I ask. Please say yes, I think.
She nods, and then when she stretches her arms above her head, putting her magnificent breasts on display?
I lose it.
I take hold of her behind her thighs and begin moving, thrusting in and out of her with long strokes. She arches in response, moaning. Sweat beads on my forehead. The pleasure is so intense I can feel my balls tightening already, but I make myself keep going. I can’t let go yet.
She’s so tight and wet and hot, though. It’s driving me to the brink of insanity. I thrust harder, fucking her to the point that her hands bounce against the headboard. The mattress squeaks and I’m sure everyone in the building can hear us, but I don’t care. I don’t care if they hear us because I’m inside Julia and it’s even better than I imagined.
She moves her arms down and sits up a little, her back propped against the pillows. Her face is flushed and her eyes flash, and I don’t think I’ve seen anything hotter. I make sure to thrust inside of her until I hit that ideal angle…and when I do, she tips her head back and moans into the night.
“God, Bastian, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she chants. She touches her breasts, and the sight goes straight to my cock. If anything, I get harder, but she doesn’t stop. She plays with her nipples until I’m completely lost: lost watching her, being inside her.
“Come for me.” I brush my thumb against her quivering clit, and I can feel her contracting around me. I rub harder, muttering her name underneath my breath.
She arches and lets out a mix of a scream and a groan, my name on her tongue, and then her entire body trembles. She jerks and quivers, her pussy gushing warmth, and I lean down and kiss her. I thrust my tongue inside her mouth and taste her ecstasy.
Then I’m coming, too, and I swear I black out. The pleasure is dizzying. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever known. My balls contract and I’m filling her, until I’m drained and can barely stay sitting up. I kiss her one last time, still inside of her.
Exhausted, happy, I roll off of her and dispose of the condom before returning to the bed. She’s breathing hard, flushed and languid. I pull her close, spooning behind her.
—
When I wake up the next morning, I’m confused about two things: one, why my blanket is so scratchy and two, why there’s a cat sitting on my hip. Then I realize I’m not at home, but at Julia’s.
Julia’s still asleep, and I can see her shoulder rising and falling as she breathes. Her hair is a mess, tumbled around her as she sleeps. She has circles under her eyes from her mascara, and her lipstick is smeared.
She’s also the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I kiss her neck, inhaling her scent. Memories flood me of the night before, and I have to restrain myself from waking her and taking her again. God, the sex last night! I’ve had my share of lovers, but nothing could compare to Julia. She was so responsive to my touch that it had been a huge turn-on. Plus, she has a body to die for.
The cat yawns and hops off of me, preferring to curl up next to his mistress. I can’t really blame him; if I we
re a cat, I’d curl up next to Julia, too.
I watch her sleep for a little while, until I see her lashes flutter. Then she’s awake, and when she sees me, her eyes widen.
“Oh,” she says. Then she blushes. “Ooooooooh.”
I kiss her. “Good morning.”
She snuggles deeper into the blankets, suddenly shy. “Good morning.”
“Are you hungry? Or maybe I can get us some coffee?”
She blinks at me, still sleepy and a little embarrassed. “I have a coffeepot,” she murmurs. “I can make some for us.”
I stroke her face. “I’ll do it,” I say as I get up.
As I’m preparing the coffee, I go over everything that happened last night in my mind: the concert, Ryland Masters, kissing Julia. Making love with Julia. My groin tightens instantly, and I have to restrain myself from leaving the coffee to rot and going right back to her.
Down, boy, I tell myself. Give the girl a little time to recover.
Pouring the coffee into the filter, I’m suddenly hit with feelings of guilt. Guilt, because I told myself I wouldn’t get involved with Julia after learning my lupus had returned. But look what happened. I have about as much self-control as a thirteen-year-old boy finding his first nudie magazine.
I stare at the coffeepot as it hisses and begins brewing the dark liquid. Part of me argues I’d made a mistake but I can still rectify things. I can tell Julia that as much as I enjoyed being with her, this was a one-time thing.
But I already know that I won’t be able to stay away from her.
Taking up two mugs of hot coffee, I hand one to Julia, who’s now dressed and sitting up. Her hair’s somewhat less rumpled, and it looks like she washed her face, as all of her makeup is gone. She looks squeaky clean and radiant, and if I didn’t have a mug of coffee in my hand, I would’ve leaned down to kiss her.
“Did the coffeepot work? Sometimes it just sits there and does nothing and it’s really annoying. I’ve been meaning to replace it, but…” She looks away, embarrassed.
I decide not to point out that me bringing her coffee shows that the coffeepot worked. Instead, I sip the brew and let her calm down.
“I’m not usually like this.”
I look at her. She’s biting her lower lip.
“Not like what?” I ask gently.
“I never sleep with a guy on the first date. Never. I just don’t want you to think I’m that kind of girl.”
I have to stifle a smile. She’s so adorable that I end up kissing her, tasting toothpaste and coffee on her tongue. “Julia,” I murmur against her mouth, “I don’t care if you are—or are not—like some type of girl. I had a great time last night. I hope you did as well.”
Her agitation seems to melt away, and then she’s smiling that smile I missed. Then she laughs a little. “I did. I’m shocked you’d even ask that.”
“Why?”
She motions at me in some vague gesture. “Because you’re you! And I’m…me.” Shrugging, she adds, “Guys like you don’t usually go for girls like me.”
Now I’m really confused. “Guys don’t go for attractive women close to their age?”
“Oh come on, I’m not some drop-dead gorgeous model. I can achieve cute on a good day.” She stares at me, as if daring me to deny it.
I do deny it, though. “You’re extremely attractive, and sexy, and yes, beautiful. But you’re also funny and smart. That’s why I asked you out, Julia. And why I fucked you so hard and came faster than I wanted. You make me lose control in ways I’ve never experienced before.”
I watch in amusement as a blush climbs up her face. It starts from her chest and eventually her whole face is red. I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s just one more thing about her that I can’t help but find charming.
I lean forward and kiss her again. She kisses me back, and I’m about to push her down onto the bed when she blurts out, “I need to take a shower.” She pushes at me, and I release her.
Hurrying out of the room, she rushes to the bathroom and shuts the door.
Chapter 10
Julia
I’m an idiot. A giant, complete, 100 percent idiot.
What kind of girl interrupts a guy kissing her to go take a shower by herself?
One whose dreams seem to be coming true and is deathly afraid she’s going to do something to ruin it.
In the bathroom now, I swear softly and hit my head against the door.
I still can’t believe Bastian wants to keep seeing me. But sometimes big things like this freak me out, and I have to get some breathing room. Stepping away from the door, I go to the bathroom mirror.
I’m not sure what he sees in me, frankly. Like I told him, I’m not drop-dead gorgeous. I’m not going to win any beauty pageants. I’m not skinny, I don’t have cheekbones that could cut glass, my eyes are a boring shade of brown. My hair is nice-ish, I guess. Studying my reflection, I notice a zit forming on my chin. I sigh. Just my luck.
I begin to undress, but as I stand up, I see red marks on my shoulder and neck. Then I blush scarlet. Bastian gave me hickeys! I twist and turn, and there are even some marks on my back. I’ve never in my life had a guy give me this many hickeys during sex. I’m both embarrassed and rather pleased with myself.
I turn on the water, testing the temperature. I’m about to get in when I hear a knock at the door, and then his voice. “Julia? Are you all right?”
I whirl, get my foot caught in the bathmat, and barely keep myself from falling on my face with a curse. I snag a towel and wrap it around myself. But before I open the door, I gaze at myself in the mirror.
I take a deep breath. Then another. “You got this, Julia,” I tell myself. “You got this. Don’t back down now.”
I open the door, peering out at Bastian. His face is creased with concern, and I feel guilty for making him worry.
“Are you all right?” he asks me again.
I almost tell him that I’m fine and I’ll be done soon. But then I think about my reflection telling me not to back down. You got this. You got this!
I pull the door wider.
And then I say in the sexiest voice I can muster, “Will you join me?”
He stares at me. So I do the next best thing: I unknot the towel from around my breasts and let it fall to the floor, now completely nude in front of Bastian.
It’s one thing to be naked in the dark with a guy. But it’s something else to get naked in the bright light of day. I stand there and force myself not to scurry away like a scared rabbit. And then when I see his expression?
Well, let’s just say I’m definitely not regretting anything now.
In a quick movement, he closes the door and then pulls me toward him. He kisses me, fast and furious, and I moan against his lips. His hands rove all over my body, cupping my ass, pressing me against his hardened cock. He’s in his jeans and shirt from last night, but he quickly strips them off to get as naked as I am.
He pushes me backward into the shower. He kisses me underneath the warm spray, now cupping my breasts and thumbing my nipples, still tender from last night.
“You drive me crazy,” he mutters, licking my collarbone.
“The thought’s mutual.”
He laughs. Then he groans as I run my fingers through his hair and down his shoulders, feeling the muscles underneath his warm skin.
He plays with me, touching me all over. His fingers skim across my belly, down my arms, and along my breasts, flicking my nipples. He kisses down the length of my torso. Swirling a tongue in my belly button, he kneels in front of me, licking my damp skin.
Parting my legs, Bastian places my right leg on the ledge next to me. I tip my head back. I can feel his warm breath against my sex. When he discovers how wet I am, he groans. The vibration shoots up my body, and I have to bite my cheek to keep from crying out.
When his tongue touches my folds, though, I don’t care about keeping quiet. He’s thorough—that’s for sure. He licks through the folds, swirling around. He ta
stes my juices and laps at me like he can’t get enough.
I’ve had a grand total of two guys go down on me before, and let me say, both times were not ones worth remembering.
This, though? This is indescribable.
Bastian takes his time, making me go insane from wanting him. He doesn’t just expect me to shoot off from a lick and a peck. No, he builds up the pleasure bit by bit, paying attention to each of my responses. I watch as he looks up at me, his eyes dark, and then his fingers part me further. He gazes at me and says in a hoarse voice, “You’re just as pretty down here.”
I want to laugh. But then I can only groan as he thrusts his tongue inside of me. It’s exquisite. It’s too much. He fucks me with his tongue, and then his fingers. One finger brushes against my G-spot, and then he’s massaging that spot relentlessly.
My orgasm builds and builds. It’s a light at the end of the tunnel, one I’m desperate to capture. My body tenses and Bastian has to hold me up because I can’t even control my body anymore. That’s when he adds another finger and starts fucking me faster, his mouth latching on to my quivering clit.
Everything coalesces, and then I’m gone. I shoot off and up and I’m biting my fist to keep from screaming into the bathroom. My legs are like jelly, and I can’t stop trembling.
As I start to come down, I have to hang on to Bastian’s shoulders. He’s risen, and he kisses me. I can taste myself on his tongue. It’s erotic and dirty and like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
I’m about to take him in my hand and push him inside of me, when I realize: no condoms. And the last thing I want to do is get out of this warm shower. So instead, I go down on my knees in front of him, his cock bobbing near my mouth.
“You don’t…”
I shake my head. “I want to. Besides, do you want to get out for a condom?”
He laughs a little. “Be my guest,” he growls.
