Finally, Julian put down his fork. “Not as good as your mom’s, but that was pretty good, right?”
“It was delicious. I’ll have to let Mom know she’s undercharging.”
He laughed, “Don’t give her any ideas. In the mood for dessert?”
“No way. I’m stuffed.”
“Maybe we’ll order something in the room later.”
I nodded. “That sounds good.”
“Feel like going for a walk on the beach?”
My eyes lit up. “I’d love to!”
When the waitress came over, Julian put the bill on our room, and tipped her generously from his wallet. Then we were ready to go.
Chapter 36
We left the hotel and made our way through the pool area to the beach. I took off my heels and left them on a lounge chair before stepping onto the sand. It was still warm, despite the fact the sun was going down.
Julian took my hand and we walked down to the water, angling north. Other couples and families were out enjoying the evening along with us, and at one point we passed a small group of girls who looked to be college-aged. They were still in their bikinis, and I noticed them staring at Julian as we passed. Then I heard them giggling together behind us, in the way girls giggle around handsome guys.
Julian didn’t seem to notice, as he held my hand comfortably as we walked. Finally, he spoke.
“So, Beth. What did you want to ask me? At dinner, I mean.”
“Oh yeah, that.”
“What’s on your mind?”
“Just something I’ve been thinking about for a while now.”
“Okay.”
“Well, it has to do with Cheryl.”
“What about her?”
“I really do love you, Julian.”
He stopped and turned to me. “And I love you.”
I was silent a moment, trying to figure out how to say it.
“Beth, what’s wrong?”
“Do you love me?”
“Of course.”
“Or are you still in love with Cheryl, and I’m just a substitute for her?”
He stared at me for a long moment, and I thought he was angry. But when he spoke, his voice was soft.
“Do you remember the night I got mad at you?”
“Of course. I’ll never live that down.”
“I was angrier with me than I was with you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I wanted you too. But the reason I wanted you was the same reason I used those photos of you to touch myself. Because you looked so much like her.”
“Oh.”
“But Beth, that was then. It’s different for me now.”
“Different?”
In the past month, I’ve gotten to know you. And while you may look like Cheryl, every time I look at you I see how you’re different than her. You laugh at different things, you smile differently, she had a cynical streak while you’re open-hearted and trusting.”
“She was cynical?”
“I’m not saying that’s bad. It’s just different. For example, take what happened to you with that asshole today. The only reason he got as far as he did was because you were being kind with him. Cheryl wouldn’t have let him get that far before telling him to go to hell.”
I smiled. “Yeah, she would have.”
“Beth, you need to trust me on this. I don’t see you as a substitute for Cheryl. You’re not her, and I recognize that. I fell in love with you, not with her all over again. When you and I are… intimate, you’re nothing like her. I spent eight years with her. I know what her touch feels like. Your touch is different. I could be blindfolded and tell the difference between you.”
I smiled up at him. “Really?”
He placed his hands on my shoulders. “Yes, I swear. I love you, Beth. You’re a very special person. You don’t have to be anyone’s substitute.”
I slid my arms up around his neck and pulled him down to my lips, kissing him softly. He pulled me to him, and I felt his strength as he held me. The sunset, the beach, the ocean, and his lips all combined to make this moment perfect.
After a few moments, I moved my lips to his ear and whispered, “I need you to make love to me.”
He pulled back slightly and gazed into my eyes, brushing a lock of hair from my face with his fingers.
“I need you too. More than I ever needed anyone. Let’s go back to the room.”
He took my hand again and we headed back down the beach. I could feel the heat and wetness building in my loins, as I anticipated what lay ahead.
Chapter 37
When we entered the hotel, we made straight for the elevator, his firm hand in mine leading me along. We hadn’t spoken since we’d started back, both of us lost in thought about what we were about to do.
We were alone in the elevator, and he moved behind me, sliding his hands around my waist as he nuzzled through my hair to the side of my neck. I placed my hands over his and tilted my head away from his lips, exposing my neck to his touch. His hips pressed against me from behind, and I felt his urgent hardness through his pants, causing a throb of wet heat to pulse through my pussy.
The elevator door opened, and he took my hand again, leading me down the hallway to our room. After unlocking our door, he held it open as I stepped inside, then followed me in and closed and locked it behind us.
He immediately pulled me into his arms, kissing me passionately as he pressed me against the wall next to the light switch. I groaned and arched my body into his, loving the feel of his solid erection against my stomach.
Our tongues met, and the intensity of our kiss increased. His hands were at my sides, holding me to him as his weight pinned me against the wall. I whimpered into his mouth and slid my hands up around his shoulders, clinging to him as our kiss continued.
One of his hands slid up to cup my breast through my dress. My nipples immediately tightened, one of them pebbling against his palm as he caressed the soft mound of my breast. Jolts of pleasure flowed through me, and I groaned softly into his mouth.
I reached one hand down between us, gently gripping the hard ridge of his erection through his khakis. Confined by his pants, it angled up towards his hip, and I ran my fingers along the length, feeling the ridge of his cockhead through the cloth.
He grunted his approval as he pinched my nipple through my dress and bra, causing me to whimper once again. I could feel my desire overwhelming me, blocking everything out except for his touch on my body.
Keeping his one hand on my breast, he moved the other one down, following the curve of my hip as his fingers traced over the smooth material of my dress. Lower and lower he went, until finally his fingertips grazed over the outside of my knee. He moved them around to the inside, and began his journey back up, pushing the hem of my dress up with it.
I groaned as I felt his gentle touch along the inside of my thigh, moving slowly but relentlessly upward, getting closer and closer to his target. When his fingers grazed over the crotch of my panties, I moaned into his mouth and gripped his cock tighter.
He deftly pushed the panties aside, and then his fingers were in my slit, discovering my copious lubrication awaiting him. A tremble of pleasure rippled through me as he probed gently through my furrow, parting my folds and exploring my slick flesh.
“So hot and wet,” he whispered.
I groaned in reply and slid my hand up to his belt, pulling it out from the buckle. When I got it loose I moved on to the button of his pants, popping it free before tugging down his zipper.
He pressed a finger up into me, causing me to close my eyes and groan from the sudden pleasure. After a moment, I slid my hand down into his boxers, feeling the solid heat of his erection as I wrapped my fingers around it. I pulled it to vertical, causing it to stick out of the waistband, hard as a rock and just as beautiful as I remembered it.
He pressed his finger deep, pushing through my tight walls until his knuckles pressed against my outer lips. I exhaled another groan, revel
ing in the sensation of being filled by this man, even if it was just his finger.
His other arm moved around me, his hand gripping the bottoms of my asscheeks. In the next moment, I felt myself being lifted into the air, and then carried into the room.
He kept his finger inside me the whole time, carrying me next to the bed and then setting me back down on my feet. I felt dizzy from the experience, and placed my hands on his shoulders for support.
His finger slid from me, and then he gripped my dress at both hips, and pulled it up over my head in one motion. I lifted my arms to allow him to slide it off, and he tossed it onto a chair before turning his attention back to me.
He stepped back slightly to get a better view as his eyes traveled down and over my body.
“So beautiful,” he murmured. “So damn beautiful.”
He stepped close again and cupped both of my breasts, staring down at them hungrily as his fingers grazed over the lace. My nipples were achingly stiff, tenting out the gauzy material and making no secret of my arousal.
His thumbs caressed the dual bumps, sending a shiver of pleasure through me. I cooed softly, encouraging him to continue, and he leaned closer and slid his arms around me. His fingers deftly undid the clasp, and my bra loosened. He pulled the straps down off my shoulders and removed the garment completely, exposing my breasts to his gaze.
I shuddered again when his hands returned, caressing my firm mounds with a gentle touch. His hand moved under one and held it up, then leaned down to take the engorged nipple into his mouth.
“Uhhhh,” I groaned as I felt his lips and tongue on my sensitive flesh. He sucked the stiff nipple between his lips and rolled his tongue over the bumpy skin, causing sparks of pleasure to jolt through me. I cried out again as I felt his teeth nipping at my slick flesh, teasing the engorged point.
After a few moments, he switched to the other, leaving the first gleaming with his saliva.
“Ohhh,” I breathed. His touch was gentle but sure, as if he knew exactly what I needed. He tugged on my nipple with his lips, stretching it out as he sucked on the tender flesh. I had guys do this to me before, but never with this much expertise.
He moved to his knees, abandoning my breast as he brought his mouth in front of my panty-covered pussy. Holding my ass in his hands, he pressed his lips against my mound and inhaled.
“Mmm, I love your scent,” he whispered. “I can smell your desire for me.”
“Oh god,” I moaned.
Holding my ass firmly, he licked up through my slit, separated only by the lacy material of my panties. I groaned and moved my hands to his head, holding on for balance as my lover kissed me between the legs.
He licked again, this time swirling his tongue over the cloth where my clit lay beneath. My body twitched and I hunched involuntarily against his touch, feeling another hot pulse of wet pleasure ripple through my pussy.
“I can taste you,” he said softly. “So sweet.”
A year ago, I’d have been appalled at comments like this. Teenage girls lack confidence, especially in how they smell or taste. But Julian’s words had the opposite effect, making me feel like a real woman as this man shared how much he enjoyed those aspects of my body. I groaned, letting him know I approved.
His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties at my hips, and he began to tug them down, revealing my bare skin. He sat back slightly and watched as my smooth pussy came into view, freshly shaved just the night before. He continued to stare between my legs as he slid the panties down past my knees and let them fall to the floor, puddling around my feet.
“Beautiful,” he repeated, his voice barely a whisper. Then he leaned forward and kissed me again, this time skin on skin as his lips met my pussy, pressing against the puffy flesh.
I groaned and tightened my hands in his hair, moving my thighs apart to give him room. He responded by worming his tongue into me, pressing it between my outer lips to discover the slick, hot flesh inside.
“Ohhhh,” I moaned. “Yessss.”
He licked through my furrow, and my juices coated his lips. His tongue moved upward, parting my inner wings until it reached the juncture, where the folds met to form my clit’s protective hood. He teased the tip of his tongue into the tiny cavern, gliding lightly over the swollen nub hidden there.
“Oh godddd,” I groaned.
He began to flick his tongue, and my clit responded by swelling to full hardness, peeking out from its hiding place. The ecstasy jolted through me, and I groaned and gasped, not believing this man could give me so much pleasure.
When I looked down, I could see my wetness coating his lips and cheeks. His tongue wormed and squirmed inside of me, making me groan out my pleasure.
Abandoning my pussy, he kissed up over my stomach and then between my breasts as he stood. When he reached my mouth, he kissed me hard, allowing me to taste my own honey as our tongues danced together.
I curled my fingers into the waistbands of his pants and boxers, and worked them down over his hips, allowing his erection to arch free. Taking it in one hand, I tugged up on his shirt with the other, letting him know what I wanted. He complied, pulling his shirt up and off before tossing it on top of my dress.
Chapter 38
Keeping hold of Julian’s dick, I took a step backward and felt the edge of the mattress against the backs of my thigh. Sitting on the bed, I spread my thighs and pulled him between them, bringing his cock directly in front of my face.
It was fully erect, looking almost painfully hard as the engorged head was so swollen it shone. A small drop of clear pre-cum glistened at the slitted hole.
I leaned forward and kissed the tip, using my tongue to lick away the slippery liquid. He groaned from my touch, and a shiver of desire rippled through him.
Keeping my mouth in contact with the swollen knob, I slowly slid my lips around it, enveloping the head in my oral embrace. My tongue worked over the sensitive front, eliciting more groans from my lover’s lips.
I continued on, taking him deeper and deeper. I kept my lips tight around the thick, solid shaft, working them slowly downward as the veiny underside of his dick slid across my tongue.
Finally, I reached my limit as I felt his spongy knob lodge against the entrance to my throat. I cupped his nutsack and help him deep, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked him harder.
“Uhhhh,” he grunted.
Maintaining my suction, I began to pull my head back. My lips pooched out as they withdrew over his stiff flesh, assisted by the slickness of my saliva. When I reached the head, my lips bumped over its prominent ridge before returning to the tip, where my tongue was rewarded with another salty taste of his oozing nectar.
“Damn,” he moaned.
I reversed direction and slid my mouth back onto him, beginning an easy rhythm of bobbing my head, gliding my tight lips up and down his thick girth. He gasped and sighed as my mouth made wet, slick sounds on his jutting dick. My hand continued to hold his balls, rolling them gently together in time with my strokes.
“So good,” he whispered.
I was enjoying his cock in my mouth so much, I decided I wanted to finish him this way – sucking and licking him until he blasted another sweet load into the back of my throat. After that, I could get him hard again and we could make love.
I increased my pace, slurping and sucking as my mouth pistoned up and down on his cock. He began to pant, and his pre-cum flowed freely, coating my lips and tongue with its slickness.
His hands gripped the sides of my head, and he pulled my mouth from his dick. I strained to get it back, but he was too strong.
“Please,” I whispered, looking up at him. “Come in my mouth.”
He smiled softly down at me. “I almost did, but I want something else now.”
“I’ll get you hard again.”
“We’ve been putting this off for too long. I need to be inside of you.”
His words made my pussy pulse with desire, and suddenly I wanted what he did – to be f
illed with his solid flesh.
He finished removing his pants and shoes, then leaned down to kiss me. He pulled me into his arms, and I felt myself being lifted as he moved onto the bed. The world spun, and then he was laying me on the center of the bed, his body shifting between my spread thighs.
Our kiss continued, and I curled my arms up around his shoulders, clinging to him as I felt his cockhead bump against the inside of my thigh. His hips shifted, and his erection nudged against the top of my slit. Another shift, and he was right there, his rounded knob pressing against the base of my lips.
My legs moved up around him, my heels resting on his asscheeks as I held my knees wide. The movement caused his cock to nuzzle into my entrance, teasing my tight opening with its rounded tip.
“Uhhh,” I breathed.
“We’ve been here before,” he said softly.
I opened my eyes to look up at his handsome face. I smiled.
“Yes we have.”
“Seems so long ago.”
I nodded. “And it also seems like yesterday.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Julian.”
His hips flexed slightly, and I felt the pressure of his thick cock trying to enter my tight channel.
“Oooh,” I breathed, keeping my eyes open and watching his face. He was doing the same.
Another flex, and his cock began to press inside, forcing my grasping entrance open. I groaned again and pressed my heels down against his ass, urging him on.
I felt his strength as he began to bore into me, and I finally realized his true thickness as my inner walls began to stretch open. It was like nothing I’d felt before, and I panted softly as my body accepted my lover inside.
We continued to watch each other’s faces as his cock slid deeper, assisted by my slick juices as it forced its way through my tight resistance.
“Oh god,” I grunted. “So big.”
I could see the tics of pleasure shimmering across his face as he continued to press his hips downward, sinking his cock into the hot and slick cauldron of my grasping pussy. I was certain he was seeing the same look on my face, as I gasped from the pleasure of our coupling.
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