Chapter 19

Julian drives us downtown. He’d mentioned a fun comedy club that he frequents with his brothers, and I’d agreed. We park nearby and walk a few blocks to the club, the brisk Seattle air chilly against my bare legs. Julian wraps his arm around me as we walk, keeping me warm.

The show is good. We get drinks, and I find myself laughing hysterically at the comedians. At one point, Julian rests his hand on my knee where it stays for the rest of the night. Even when I want to shift positions, I don’t. I’d rather the warmth of his hand.

We walk back to his car hand in hand, and he asks if I want to spend the night again even though we both know the answer is yes.

When we get to his apartment, he offers me a drink, and I settle myself in on the couch like I’ve done every night this week. I’ve found myself feeling more at home here than in my own apartment.

Julian joins me with our glasses of wine and pulls me against him in a cuddle.

“I liked the show,” I say, taking a sip of my wine.

“I did too,” Julian says. He leans down to press a kiss on my head. “Want to know one of my favorite things about taking you out?”

I angle my face toward him. “What?”

“Getting to show you off. Especially when you look like this.” He pinches the fabric of my red dress with his fingers.

I giggle, turning away from him.

“I’m serious,” he says, nuzzling against me. “You’re the prettiest girl in the world, and you let me take you out.”

I smack him on the arm playfully.

He responds by planting a kiss on my neck. A kiss that turns into more kisses, and then his teeth are gently grazing my skin. I sigh, leaning back against him.

His arms wrap around me, grasping my breasts through the fabric of my dress and squeezing.

“Julian, I …” I sigh as he continues trailing kisses down my neck.

I shift, turning so I can face him. He looks at me questioningly.

“I … I want you,” I finally say.

His eyebrows furrow, and then he slowly understands what I mean. He looks at me in surprise. “Are you sure?” he asks.

I nod, running a hand along his chest. “I want you so badly, Julian,” I say again, gazing up into his eyes. “I want it to be you.”

He smiles, reaching up to place a hand against my cheek, gently caressing me with his thumb. “You’re sure?” he asks.

“Positive,” I say, and I mean it. I really do. I’m ready.

Julian presses his lips to mine. The kiss is soft at first but quickly becomes more passionate, and soon his tongue slips past my lips and tangles with my own. He wraps his arms around me, pressing me against his chest as he devours me.

I’m basically sitting on his lap so it’s easy for him to scoop me up into his arms as he stands, his mouth still glued to mine. He carries me across the room and into his bedroom. He breaks our kiss and sets me down on my feet in front of the bed, leaving me breathless.

He reaches out to slowly slip the spaghetti strap of my dress over one shoulder, then does the same with the other. After a soft tug, the lightweight red dress falls, pooling around my ankles. He softly runs his hands around my bare waist, squeezing me gently. Then his hands slide up to the clasp of my bra, undoing it and pulling it free. He tosses it to the side. He takes a moment to stare down at my exposed breasts before grabbing the waistline of my panties and sliding them down my legs. I step out of them, leaving me completely and utterly nude.

Slowly scanning my body, Julian takes a small step back and begins undressing. He unbuttons his shirt, removes his belt, then steps out of his pants. When he removes his underwear, I can see he’s already hard.

While I’ve seen him naked before—hell, I’ve sucked his cock before—it’s different this time. I’m taking in the size of him, suddenly unsure of whether he’ll even fit inside of me.

As if sensing my nerves, Julian spans the distance between us, placing his hands on either side of my face. “If you want to stop, just say so.”

“I don’t want to stop,” I protest.

He smiles. “If you change your mind, tell me.”

I nod.

Bracing me against him, he walks us backward toward the bed until the backs of my knees are resting against it. He nods toward it. “Lay back,” he says.

I do, scrambling backward until I’m fully on the bed.

I sigh deeply, sinking into the bed below me.

He flicks my nipple a few times with his tongue before moving to my other breast, taking it in his mouth and sucking. He nibbles lightly, and I yelp in pleasure. He continues to suck and lick my breast, his free hand reaching up to gently massage the other one.

It isn’t until I’m moaning and whimpering quietly that he finally stops and begins trailing kisses down my belly.

He spreads my legs and positions himself between them on the bed. Then he leans down to press a kiss to my knee, slowly placing kiss after kiss along my inner thigh.

I shiver in anticipation as he nears my center, growing more and more turned on.

Finally, he presses a kiss to my pussy and slowly licks along my slit. When he reaches my sensitive bud, I grasp the bed covers, moaning. He licks my clit a few times, working me up until I’m whining and shaking.

After a few moments of pumping, he slowly inserts a third finger. I feel myself stretching to accommodate it, but the fullness is unlike anything I’ve felt before. I open my mouth in a wordless cry, gripping the bedsheets.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he murmurs.

I nod.

He slowly pumps his fingers in and out of me, eventually picking up speed. He leans down toward me, still fingering me, to softly kiss my collarbone. “Are you ready for me, sweetheart?” he asks, raising his head to look in my eyes.

A small part of me panics. This is it. It’s happening. But looking into Julian’s eyes, I know it’s right. I nod. “Yes,” I breathe. “Do you have …?”

He smiles. He slides off the bed, walking to his nightstand to pull a box out of the drawer. He grabs a condom out of it, opens it, and slides it on.

Then he crawls back on the bed and positions himself over me. I spread my legs, wrapping them around his waist. Resting on his elbows, Julian stares down at me. “Ready?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say with certainty.

He maneuvers himself a bit, and I feel him at my entrance. I tense in anticipation, a twinge of nerves rushing through me.

Julian leans down to brush his lips against my ear, his breath warm on my skin. “Relax, sweetheart,” he whispers, and then he slowly slides inside of me.

I gasp at the sensation of being stretched, at the twinge of pain. But slowly, I relax around him, getting used to the feeling of being filled. Julian kisses my neck as he slowly pulls out and then back in.

I moan as he fills me for the second time, the pain replaced be sheer pleasure. I dig my nails into his back, holding onto him. I wrap my legs around his torso, desperate for more.

“Oh, Julian,” I breathe.

“Yeah, Nora?” he asks as he slowly begins thrusting. “Does my cock feel good?”

I cry out in pleasure.

“You’re such a good girl,” he murmurs into my ear. “Taking my cock like this.”

I whimper, both at the pleasure and at his words.

He picks up speed, and I grip him tighter. He snakes a hand down between us, finding my clit and rubbing.

I gasp, writhing beneath him. “Oh god, Julian,” I whimper.

He’s panting, his breaths coming more ragged now. I can see the pleasure in his face, the way he sets his jaw, frowns as if he’s almost in pain.

He rubs my clit faster, and I can feel my orgasm building. He pumps in and out of me, hitting my g-spot over and over again. The sensation is more than I can bear. My mouth open, I gasp and moan in absolute ecstasy.

“Julian, I’m gonna come,” I whimper.

“Good,” he bites out, picking up speed.

My climax crashes through me, and I scream, digging my nails into Julian’s flesh as my legs shake around him.

He pumps just a few more times before finishing, collapsing on top of me, breathing heavily. With him still inside of me, I wrap my legs tighter around him, relishing the feeling of closeness as we catch our breaths.