He felt her tight little cunt begin to convulse around his cock, squeezing him like a noose as she came, her head falling back helplessly against his shoulder. She was so wrung out she could only pant, no sound escaping her throat. Only then did he allow himself to come, and it felt like the longest, hardest orgasm of his life, his cock continuing to spurt out cum long after he’d figured he was sucked dry.
It took him for what seemed like forever to gradually start to recover, and when he did he instantly felt Julia shaking in his arms. He lowered her gently to the mattress before curling up next to her, wrapping her in his arms.
Clearly exhausted, she barely had the strength to press a sweet kiss to his mouth and whisper, “I love you, Nathan,” before nuzzling her face into his chest and falling fast asleep.
He realized belatedly that he, too, was completely spent, and only had time to pull the duvet up over them before joining her in a deep sleep.
Nathan woke slowly, reluctant to open his eyes, and felt a lazy, indescribable sense of contentment. It was already light outside, though a quick glance at an unfamiliar bedside clock showed it to be just past six a.m. Then he turned to face the warm, curvy little body snuggled up against him, and he smiled in utter joy.
He didn’t know how many times over the past eight months that he’d dreamed of this very moment – waking up again with Julia next to him in bed. He’d felt more than a little guilty after many of those dreams, especially when it had actually been Cameron next to him in bed. But this morning it was really Julia, the woman he now knew he was completely in love with, the one he was meant to be with.
The fact that he was still engaged to Cameron was one that weighed heavy on his mind, and he knew with a sense of dread he was going to have to deal with the situation very, very soon. But since he wasn’t about to break things off with her over the phone or via email, he was going to have to wait until at least tomorrow night to speak to her in person. Until then, he was going to try like hell not to think about what he had to do, and instead enjoy the rest of the weekend with Julia.
Feeling in urgent need of the bathroom, he slipped out of the big, comfy bed gingerly, careful not to wake his sleeping beauty. He snagged his dark blue briefs en route, for the bathroom was not en suite but just outside in the hallway. After taking care of his needs, he padded barefoot into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.
He hadn’t had time – or cared very much – last night to even notice his surroundings. He’d been in far too much of a hurry to take Julia to bed and keep her there, and everything else had faded into insignificance. This morning, though, he took in the warm, charming décor of Julia’s living space, liking all of the color and the sophisticated but still homey touches. He recognized one of the paintings as a Benoit, and guessed that the framed photographs from various locales around the globe had been taken by Lauren.
Even the small, cozy kitchen was charming, with little touches like the bright yellow tea kettle, colorful assortment of hand painted ceramic coffee mugs, and a blue glass vase filled with cheerful yellow sunflowers. He instantly felt like he was at home, in a way he’d never done at Cameron’s ultra-modern condo or even at his own place that he’d decorated sparsely, with few personal touches.
Without warning, the front door to the flat opened, and Lauren strode in before he could escape back to the bedroom. He was glad he’d at least had the foresight to pull his underwear back on instead of facing Julia’s sister bareassed naked. He was doubly glad of this when he saw the knowing smirk on Lauren’s face.
“Well, fancy seeing you here this fine morning, Mr. Atwood,” she joked. “And looking mighty fine, I might add.”
He flushed uncomfortably as she openly ogled his bare chest, and was grateful the high kitchen counter hid his lower body from view. “Hello, Lauren. Get lucky last night?”
She laughed. “Not as lucky as you, apparently. Actually, I spent the night upstairs at Angela’s. Not for lack of opportunity, mind you.”
“I would imagine you rarely have a lack of willing partners. Your sister told me once that she could pretty much have any guy she wanted. Being identical twins, I’m guessing it’s the same for you.”
Lauren grinned. “Julia said that? She must have been pissed off at you for some reason because she hardly ever brags about our mutual hotness. And despite what she might have told you, she typically ignores most men. Except for you, apparently. Twice now.”
Nathan frowned. “What does that mean?”
“Oh, sweetie, it was pretty obvious at lunch the other day that you and baby sister had it bad for each other. She never told me the name of the guy who fucked and forgot her in New York last fall, but she did describe what you looked like. I just put two and two together.” Her smile disappeared as she added, “And damned lucky for you that you’ve finally wised up and realized what it is you’ve got in her. You are going to break things off with your fiancée, aren’t you?”
The fierce look on Lauren’s face scared the shit out of him, and he was glad he was able to reply truthfully. “Yes. I’m guessing I pretty much made that decision before chasing after you wild women last night. I’d promised Julia that I wouldn’t bother her again unless it was for real this time.”
“Good to hear. Now I don’t have to kick your ass. Which I’m very capable of doing, by the way.”
“Yeah, so I’ve heard,” he gulped.
“Lauren, are you threatening my boyfriend?” asked an indignant Julia.
Nathan glanced over at her gratefully as she stood poised in the doorway between the hall and the living room. She looked magnificent this morning, her cheeks rosily flushed, her lush mouth still swollen from his ravaging kisses, her hair falling in tumbled waves down her back. She’d wrapped a robe of pale apricot satin trimmed in ivory lace around her curvy body, and all he wanted was to carry her back to her warm, comfy bed and treat her to a lazy good morning fuck.
As Julia walked into the living room, Lauren threw an arm around her sister’s shoulders, giving her a little hug. “Nope. Just wondering what took him so long to figure things out. I should have visited months ago.”
Julia raised a brow to her twin. “Oh, so you’re taking credit for this, are you?”
“Of course I am. Nathan here just needed a little push. Nothing like the fear your girl is going to shag some guy she picks up in a bar to spur you into action.”
Nathan knew he should have been royally pissed off, but could only chuckle helplessly. “I guess I ought to be thanking you then, hmm?”
Lauren smirked. “Well, that goes without saying. You can also buy me a really expensive dinner when I get back from Nepal to show your gratitude. Speaking of which, I need to grab my stuff. My cab will be here in a few minutes.”
Julia frowned. “I thought Angela was going to drive you to the airport.”
Lauren grimaced. “She’s not in any shape to drive right now. Better to let her sleep it off. Now, give your big sis a hug. I’ll email you from Kathmandu.”
The twins shared an affectionate hug, Julia cautioning her sister to be careful, and Lauren carelessly brushing off her concern.
Lauren waved at Nathan. “I’d hug you goodbye, too, sweetie, but I don’t think Jules would like that very much, given your - er lack of attire. So just make sure you treat her like a queen or I’ll be using you for my next kung-fu practice.”
Dressed in tight jeans, Ugg boots, and a leather jacket, her hair in a ponytail, Lauren grabbed her bags and headed out just as her cab tooted its horn. Only then did Nathan venture out from behind the kitchen counter, and instantly sweep Julia into his arms.
“Is she always like that?”
Julia grinned. “You mean my shy, sweet and submissive twin?”
Nathan made a rude noise. “None of those words would ever be attributed to your sister. More like ballbreaking, fearless, and terrifying. I assume she takes after your father?”
“Some. But truth be told Dad is kind of scared of her, too. Lauren is just
– formidable. She has to be, you know, to succeed at her profession.”
“The way she acts one would think her profession is an assassin, not a photographer,” he muttered darkly. “Christ, I feel sorry for any guy crazy enough to make a pass at her. She’s probably into tying them up or something.”
Julia giggled. “Now you’re just being silly.” She wrapped her arms around his waist and nuzzled her face against his bare chest. He let out a low groan when she flicked her tongue over his nipple, and slipped her hand beneath the back of his briefs to cup his ass.
“I never did get to give you a good morning kiss,” he murmured, threading his hands into her hair. “You looked so peaceful, so happy, that I couldn’t bear to wake you up.”
She sighed with pleasure as his lips trailed a path from her temple to her cheek to the corner of her mouth. “You should have woken me. From now on, every morning that we’re together, I want you to wake me with a kiss.”
“Your wish is my command, baby.” He claimed her mouth in a lazy, lingering kiss, his tongue making slow, thorough sweeps through her mouth. Julia slid her hands up his bare back, caressing his skin, and causing a shiver of arousal to pass through his entire body.
She gasped when his hands slid up her waist to cup her breasts through the slippery satin of her robe. Her nipples were already hard as he flicked his thumbs over them. Still kissing her, Nathan deftly untied the sash, parting the robe, and revealing the lush curves of her naked body to his hot gaze.
He fondled the swollen mounds of her breasts, loving the way she whimpered in arousal. He bent his head to tug a nipple into his mouth, sucking her hard, as his other hand slid to her bare buttocks. He held her in place as he ground his erection against her mound, only the thin fabric of his briefs separating them.
“Christ, what you do to me,” he rasped. “You’ve got me ready to explode already.”
Before he could stop her, she dropped to her knees and pulled his briefs down over his hips, taking his cock in her hands. Nathan’s eyes shut, his head falling back as he groaned in ecstasy as her small, soft hands stroked him. Julia ran her tongue up and down his rigid cock, flicking the slit at the broad crown, and sucking the pearly bead of pre-cum.
Her hand fisted him, squeezing him. “This is mine,” she declared fiercely, mimicking his own possessive words from last night. “From now on I’m the only one who gets to touch this, lick this, suck this.” She pumped him slowly. “I’m the only one who gets to have this big cock fuck me.” She reached back to cup his swollen, aching balls. “These are mine, too. Got all that, lover?”
He gave a feeble laugh, too aroused and needy to marvel at how fierce and possessive his previously ladylike and reserved Julia was acting. And then he couldn’t think at all as she took his throbbing erection deep into her eager mouth.
“Oh, baby, that’s so good,” he grunted. “So fucking good. That’s it, my sweet Julia. Ah, you suck me so good with that delicious mouth.”
He held her head, guiding her mouth up and down, thrusting a little deeper into her with each movement. He was close, so close to losing it, to shooting his load off down her throat. He was lost in the sweet, hungry way she devoured him, the way her lips and tongue kept bringing him to the edge, the feel of her hand fondling his balls.
But just when he was almost ready to blow, he pulled out of her mouth, and urged her to her feet. He sat on one of the barstools near her kitchen counter and pulled her between his legs.
“Ride me, baby,” he muttered. “I want us to come together. Are you wet?”
In answer, she straddled his lap, lifting her hips high enough to impale herself on his cock in one swift, sudden movement. She was wet and hot, and took him deep inside her body, all the way to the root. She cried out with the intrusion but made no move to dislodge him.
Nathan grit his teeth and gripped her hips. “Jesus, baby. Give a man some warning next time. Am I hurting you?”
She twined her arms around his neck and began to bounce up and down on his rigid cock. “God, no,” she breathed. “You feel so good, Nathan. I was so wet from sucking your cock, so needy. But I wanted you to come in my mouth.”
He licked her nipple, her engorged breasts nearly at the level of his mouth. “Tough. I didn’t get to give you a good morning fuck in bed. So I’m giving it to you now.”
His hands at her hips moved her in conjunction with his thrusts, her thighs wrapped around his, his cock buried to the balls inside of her pussy. She was already so wet and aroused that it only took a few hard thrusts and the merest flick of his thumb on her clit to set off her climax. Nathan finally let himself find release, his mouth clamping down on her breast as he came long and hard.
They half-walked, half-stumbled into her bathroom where he turned on the shower taps while she grabbed towels for them. Then they were in the shower, under the hot, steamy water, washing each other, their wet, soapy hands caressing bare flesh. Julia pulled his head down to her, kissing him open-mouthed and rubbing her breasts against his chest.
“Hmm, greedy girl,” he scolded, his hands cupping her bare ass as he ground himself against her. “You’re not trying to get me hard again, are you?”
Julia’s hand captured his rapidly hardening dick. “I think we’re already beyond trying, lover,” she snickered. “Are you always this horny first thing in the morning?”
He gave her a hard swat on the ass, which only caused her to stroke his cock more aggressively. “Only with you, baby,” he hissed into her ear. “You’d think it had been ten days since I last came, instead of ten minutes. I should be wrung dry now – coming three times in about eight hours – but you’ve got me hard again. I think you’re a witch. Or a devil.”
She nipped his earlobe as she pumped his cock. “And I think you’re a stud.” She slid her hand back to squeeze his testicles, making him groan. “My stud. You love me so good, baby. I’ve never come so easily or so hard before. Only with you.”
Nathan slipped two fingers deep inside her cunt, fucking her as she continued to stroke his penis. As he felt himself drawing ever closer to release, he added a third finger and flicked the hard bud of her clit with his thumb. He felt her convulse around his fingers, heard the ragged sounds of her breath, and he couldn’t hold back a second longer. He came in her hand almost violently, spilling himself until his body finally stopped shuddering in release.
He groaned as he felt Julia’s small, soapy hands on his still semi-hard cock, her voice whispering wickedly, “Mmm, just when we’d gotten you all nice and clean you got dirty again. Guess we’ll have to start all over, baby.”
Chapter Sixteen
Nathan closed his eyes in ecstasy, licking his lips and giving a little groan. “My God, woman. Not only are you drop dead gorgeous and an insatiable dynamo in bed, but you’re also the most amazing cook. I can’t believe you just whipped that meal up so fast.”
Julia grinned. “Want another mimosa?” She held up the nearly empty bottle of champagne.
He patted his washboard flat abs. “No thanks, baby. I couldn’t eat or drink one more thing.” His light blue eyes twinkled wickedly. “Well, unless that thing was a sexy, green-eyed siren with long hair and big -“
She laid her index finger over his lips. “I get it. And as yummy as that sounds I need a little time to recover, stud. You weren’t kidding last night when you told me I wouldn’t be able to walk today. I’m a little wobbly.”
He smirked. “Guess I’ll just have to carry you, then. Not to mention help you with the dishes.”
She squeezed his hand. “I love a domesticated man. I’ll wash, you dry.”
After their sensual shower, they’d tumbled back into her bed and fallen asleep for a couple of hours. This time Nathan had woken her with the slow, lazy fuck he’d promised her earlier – light, teasing kisses, gentle caresses, tender lovemaking. It had been so sweet, so beautiful, that she’d had tears in her eyes as she’d climaxed. He had kissed them away, telling her that he never wanted to make he
r cry again, and she’d replied that they had been tears of happiness.
Julia had quickly put together a breakfast of French toast, bacon, sliced fruit, French pressed coffee, and the mimosas. They had eaten heartily, both of them wrung out from their numerous and very physical bouts of sex, and needing the nourishment badly.
“Do you have plans for this weekend?”
She shook her head at his question. “After spending most of this past week entertaining Lauren, I’m ready for a peaceful weekend.”
“Me, too. And I want to spend it with you.”
Julia bit her lower lip worriedly. “You know, we haven’t discussed the elephant in the room. Namely your fiancée.”
He sighed heavily, thrusting a hand through his hair. “I know.”
“Aren’t you supposed to see her sometime this weekend? I’m a little surprised you weren’t with her last night.”
“Cameron’s in Vegas for the weekend with some of her college friends. I’m supposed to pick her up at the airport tomorrow night. That gives me about thirty six hours to work up the nerve to end things with her.”
Julia slid onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her head against his. “Oh, Nathan, I’m sorry. I know that’s going to be hell for you. I wish there was something I could do to make it easier.”
He slid his arms around her waist, burying his face between her breasts. She was wearing the apricot satin robe she’d had on earlier, and he loved the feel of the smooth fabric as he ran his hand up and down her hip.
“You make everything better just by being here. And I haven’t quite figured out what to say to her. I know whatever I say isn’t going to make it any less painful, and that it’s going to be ugly and nasty no matter what.”
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