Authors: Hilary Wynne
He’s still not saying anything, and now his silence is making me uncomfor
table.
I turn and face Julian, who is standing in the middle of the living room staring at me. “Are you not talking to me any
more?”
He has a resigned look on his face, and the tone of his voice matches. “I’m glad you’re here, Alexa. I just don’t want to say anything that will make you want to l
eave.”
Wow. He’s scared of me leaving. I guess that shouldn’t surprise me. I did leave the last time I was here. I went also went MIA for a few hours today, and I just attempted to bail on him tonight. And each time I run, he has told me how much he wants me to stay. Rationally, I know I’m not being fair here, but emotionally, I’m having a hard time believing all
this.
I turn to him and attempt a smile. “Let’s just go to bed, Ju
lian.”
He carries my stuff into his room and sets my bag near a door I assume leads to his closet. I’ve been in the bedroom before, but I didn’t pay much attention to what it looked like. I was too mesmerized by the view and by Julian. As I look around, I’m more convinced than ever some overpriced decorator got ahold of Julian and convinced him that his style needed to fall into the category of cold and impersonal. First of all, his bedroom is spotless. I mean there is nothing out of place. It doesn’t even look like anyone lives here. The massive king-size bed is set on a dark wood platform, and his linens are various shades of browns mixed with white. There’s no color in here and no personal touches. Not even a picture. There are two dressers and a few plants. That’s it. Julian is warm and vivacious, and this place is so no
t him.
I’m lost in my redecorating ideas when Julian responds, “I’m going to take a quick shower. Do you want to go in befor
e me?”
No, I want to go in with you
, I think to myself. I don’t get an invitation to join him, and I’m disappointed. I shake my head no and tell him he can go
first.
“You can use the other bathroom if you want. I’ll show you where it is.” I grab my toiletries bag and follow him down the hall. He grabs me a towel from a closet we walk past and leaves me to get ready for bed. This bathroom looks like the rest of the house. Good thing whoever designed this place didn’t touch the
hotel.
I shut the door and exhale. We have been intimate several times now, but we haven’t stayed a whole night together, and I need the privacy. I use the bathroom, brush my teeth, and wash my face. Julian saw me today when I was a sweaty mess after running, so I’m not feeling shy about going makeup-less. That ship has already sailed. I finish up and walk back into Julian’s room. I can hear the water running through the cracked door. I’m taking that as an invitation. Without allowing any time to question my decision, I take my clothes off and head into the bat
hroom.
Julian’s bathroom is huge and is decorated like the rest of his condo, masculine and contemporary with clean lines. No surprise here. The double vanities are made out of the same dark wood that’s in the kitchen, and the countertops are white stone. The floors and walls are covered with a mixed gray-and-white marble tile, and there’s a huge, jetted white tub in the corner. The shower is massive and looks like something you’d find in a luxury spa. The walls and curb-less shower floor are made out of slate-gray and dark brown stone tiles. There’s a white, stone floating bench, and the glass enclosure is frameless, which gives the appearance of the shower being totally open. I’m impressed with the shower but more impressed with the man in the shower. I stand there for a minute and stare at Julian. He has his eyes closed and his head tilted back with the water running over his face. He’s so beautiful. My body comes alive, and I’m taken aback by my need to touch him. He opens his eyes, looks toward the door, and sees me standing there. A slow, inviting smile breaks across his face, and I can tell he’s happy to s
ee me.
I walk over to the shower and open the door. He immediately pulls me into his arms, and as the warm water washes over me, I feel the tension leave my body and disappear down the
drain.
Julian is pressed up against me, and it feels incredible. I run my hands over his body, and within minutes I’m aching for him to be inside of me. His shower is state-of-the-art, and there’s water coming out of jets in all directions. I close my eyes and get lost in the sensation of the warm water, the feel of Julian’s rock-hard upper body beneath my hands, and the exquisite feeling of him running his hands all over me. I feel his erection against me as well. I knew when I got in the shower what my intentions were, but because Julian mentioned he was tired and just wanted to go to sleep, I decide to let him chart the course and set the
tempo.
He sets a slow and sensual pace, and although I’m already completely turned on, I relax and savor the delicious feeling of him slowly running his wet, soapy hands all over my body. He doesn’t miss a spot. He’s caressing me and teasing me and torturing me in the most delicious way. His hands are on my breasts, on my ass, and between my legs. I’m quivering from his touch. I honestly think I could stand here and let him touch me like this forever, but I need to feel him too. I want to pleasure him and take care of him like he keeps doing for me. He gave me two orgasms earlier tonight, and although I don’t think he’s keeping score, it’s his turn to be satisfied. I lather my hands and run them over his body. He begins to moan and shuts his eyes. I know by the sounds he’s making and by the way he leans into my touch that he needs the physical connection as much as I do. His erection grows even larger as I stroke him steadily with one of my soapy hands. I reach around behind him and run my other hand over his ass. I pull him into me, and he groans loudly as I eliminate any space between us. He grabs hold of a bar in the shower to keep his balance, and I see that he’s completely lost in my touch. I kiss his chest and run my tongue over his nipples. I bite down softly on one, and he thrusts his hips into me. I keep my hand on him, stroking his long, hard shaft as I sit down on the floating bench. I turn my head so the water isn’t hitting me in the face, and I take him in my mouth. He finally s
peaks.
“
Sí
, baby.
Sí
. I’ve wanted to feel your mouth on me all night.” There’s no bigger turn on than to watch Julian let go and give himself to me. I feel powerful and in control, and I li
ke it.
I take him as deep as I can and gently knead his heavy balls with one hand. I run my tongue up and down and around his shaft and across the soft, wide head. Julian’s hands are in my hair now, and he’s gripping my head as he loses himself in the rhythm of me sucking him off. His whole body is moving into me, and I struggle not to gag as he thrusts himself deeper into my mouth. I look up at him and see he’s watching me pleasure him. I feel a burst of warmth spread from between my legs and throughout my body. This is so erotic, and I’m so turned on. I pull back so my mouth is just covering the head of Julian’s dick, suck harder, and taste the saltiness of his arousal. A loud groan comes out of his mouth, and I see his legs begin to shake. He’s close. I keep my eyes on him and watch his expression as I slow things down and start gently running just the tip of my tongue delicately around the head of his pulsating dick. He’s struggling not to break the connection with our eyes, but I can tell he’s barely hanging on as his eyes flicker open and shut. And just when I think there’s no way I can be any more turned on, Julian opens his
mouth.
“
Dios mío
, you’re driving me fucking crazy.
Te quiero mucho
, baby. I want to come inside of your beautiful mouth, and then I want to come inside of your beautiful
body.”
Yes please; I want that too. I stop teasing him and take him in as deep as I can. I grasp him firmly and stroke him hard and fast. He has one hand on my head and the other on the bar as he thrusts his hips wildly. I hear his breathing speed up, and his grip tightens on my hair. I feel his whole body stiffen as he calls my name and explodes into my
mouth.
I keep my mouth on him while the last of his orgasm races through his body. When he’s done, I stand up and face him. He reaches behind him and turns the water off. He takes my face in his hands and brings it close t
o him.
“You are so, so beautiful, Alexa. Thank you for
that.”
When his lips finally touch mine, they’re soft and sweet. The kiss that follows is the same, and as waves of emotion course through my body, I know I need to stop worrying that I’m going to fall in love with this man. It’s already happening, and there’s nothing I can do to st
op it.
Julian quickly dries himself off and wraps a towel around his waist. He grabs a second one and envelops me in it. I dry myself off and hang my towel on a hook on the back of the door. I’m usually a little more modest, but the way Julian is looking at my naked body makes me feel beautiful and confident. I walk back into the bedroom and take panties and a tank top out of m
y bag.
“You won’t be needing t
hose.”
I turn around and see a naked Julian climbing into his big, comfy bed. Mmm … I doubt I’ll ever get tired of looking at that
view.
I shrug my shoulders and put my clothes back in my bag. I run a comb through my hair, fix it into a braid so I don’t look like a wild woman in the morning, and climb into bed. I’m barely in when Julian wraps his arms around me and pulls me tightly to him. After a little shifting, I find a comfortable position, take a deep breath, and exhale. It took a ton of work, but I’m finally where I want to be—in his bed and in his arms. Julian starts running his fingers across my stomach, and I have zero doubts he feels like he needs to satisfy me before we go to sleep. I had already decided before I got in bed that I just needed him to hold me. I wiggle out of his embrace and roll over so I’m facing him. He looks tired but peaceful. I place my lips softly on his and whisper, “Goodnight, Ju
lian.”
I know he understands when he replies, “Are you sure, L
exie?”
I nod my head, lay it against his chest, and fall asleep in his
arms.
The feel of Julian’s very hard penis pressing against my ass isn’t a bad way to wake up. Julian shut the blinds in his room last night, so it’s still dark in here. The clock on his bedside table says 9:00 a.m., and I can’t believe it’s already so late. I don’t remember the last time I slept so soundly or woke up this turned on. But now that I’m awake, I’d like to finish what we started last night. I wiggle my ass and push it against Julian. I’m not sure if he was awake before, but he is now. His penis twitches again
st me.
“Hmm … good morning to you
too.”
He reaches around and puts his hand on my breast and starts caressing it. He rolls my nipple in between his fingers, and I instantly feel a rush of wetness between my thighs. I moan and push back into him harder. He grips my hip and holds me to him. He’s making slow circles with his hips while pushing his rock-hard dick against me. I take the hand that’s on my hip and place it on my throbbing we
t sex.
Julian whispers sexily in my ear. “Mmm … is that what you want, baby? Do you want me to touch you here?
Dime lo que qui
eres
.”
It’s so sexy when he speaks to me in Spanish. “I just want you to touch me, Julian. Wherever. However. I just need your hands o
n me.”
He groans as he slides his finger across my clit and into me. I rock my ass and hips back into him and fall into the rhythm of his touch. He kisses the back of my neck, my shoulders, and my back. His tongue is hot on my skin. I feel a second finger enter me as Julian speeds up the tempo, and I can’t help but moan in ecstasy. As good as this feels, I want the real deal. I want him inside me. I try to pull away so I can turn around to face him, but he stops me and whispers in m
y ear.
“No,
corazón
, let’s try something different this mor
ning.”
He gently rolls me over on my stomach, and I understand he wants to enter me from behind. I lie flat for a minute as Julian reaches over and grabs a condom from his nightstand. I hear him rip the packet, and I turn my head and see him rolling it on. I get up on my knees, and Julian positions himself behind me. He pulls me up so that my back is against his front and we’re both on our knees. Julian reaches around with both hands and massages my swollen breasts. His hands find my nipples, and he tugs at them and rolls them between his fingers. His lips are hot on my neck, and I shudder as he dips his tongue in my ear. I arch back into his hands and make an undulating motion with my body. He reaches down with one hand and rubs his fingertips across my clit. I’m so turned on and so close to climaxin
g now.
Julian senses this. “Are you close, baby? You’re so wet. I can’t wait to be inside of you, but I want you to come for me first. C’mon, come fo
r me.”
Every muscle in my body tightens as Julian brings me to an amazing climax with his fingers and his words. He pulls his hands away when he’s sure my orgasm is finished and leans into me in silent direction for me to get into a kneeling position. I do, and I feel his hard shaft slide easily into me. I can’t help but gasp as he grips my hips and sinks all the way in. He’s long and hard, and in this position I feel him so deep inside
of me.
“Are you okay, L
exie?”
I’m better than okay. “You feel amazing, Ju
lian.”
“
You
are amazing, baby. The way your body responds to me is such a tur
n on.”
Julian’s slow rhythm starts to pick up speed, and his heavy balls slap against my sex. He’s so deep it almost hurts—but not quite. We’re so fused together it’s hard to tell where he stops and where I start, and I realize that not only do I want to be his, but I need to be his. And I want him to totally be mine. I make a vow right then, as he’s pumping in and out of me, that I’m going to make every effort I can to make sure nobody else gets in the middle of what’s happening between us. Julian must be feeling the same emotions because the next words out of his mouth are, “
Eres mío
, Lexie.
Solo
mío
.”
It isn’t a question. He’s telling me I’m his and only his. My heart swells at his declaration, and I want him to know that yes, I’m his and onl
y his.
“Yes, Julian, I’m yours.
Solo
tuyo
.”
Julian slows down, and I feel him start to slowly pull out of me. I let him turn me over so I’m beneath him. He spreads my legs and sinks back into me. The few seconds without him in me were too long. I wrap my legs around him and grab his ass so I can pull him as close to me as pos
sible.
Julian’s face is right next to mine. I think he’s going to kiss me, but he whispers into my mouth instead. “Say that again, please. I want to look at you when you tell me you’re mine.” His eyes are blazing with d
esire.
“I’m yours,
Julian
. I’m y
ours.”
His lips find mine, and his tongue slips into my mouth. I touch mine to his, and they begin a slow, seductive dance that imitates the way his body is dancing with mine. We move so well together. We move like one. I feel Julian’s muscles tighten, and I know he’s close to coming. He pulls back, and I see his chest heaving and hear his breathing become more rapid. He’s moaning softly and starts to thrust faster and faster until he releases all his desire in
to me.
He lies on top of me for a few moments, and I savor the feeling of his sweaty, shaking body against mine. He presses up into a pushup position over me and leans his forehead against mine. His eyes are closed, and he stays like that for a minute. When he opens his eyes and looks at me, I see everything he’s feeling. He starts to say something and then stops. He kisses me deeply instead and lets his emotions pour into me through his
touch.
Julian’s mouth is on mine. Then it’s on my neck, then my breasts, my stomach, and finally my sex. He spreads me with his fingers and flicks his tongue over my swollen clit. I’m still wet and very sensitive from his dick rubbing against me, and his touch causes me to s
quirm.
“Want me to stop?” Julian is teasing me as he teases my clit. His long, smooth tongue is gently moving up and down my cleft. It feels so amazing, and I feel the stirrings of another orgasm begi
nning.
“No, please, don’t stop. I never want you to stop touching me. I want to
come.”
I’ve never really had a problem asking for what I want in bed, and I’ve had some vocal lovers in the past, but Julian makes me feel so comfortable that I’m able to tell him exactly what I want and need. Ironically, I really don’t need to say anything to him because he already knows exactly how to take care
of me.
“I told you, Alexa. I won’t stop until you come for me. I could stay in this bed and make you come all
day.”
The thought of Julian spending that much time between my legs coupled with the reality of his tongue licking me brings me to an explosive orgasm. I lay there trembling as Julian kisses the inside of my thighs and lays his head on my stomach. We’re both silent as we savor the delicious moments we’ve shared this morning. All of the craziness from last night has disappeared, but I know there are some things we really need to talk about. As fantastic as the sex is, I don’t want to get in the habit of using our bodies to say things our mouths can’t or
won’t.
Julian gives me a quick kiss and tells me he’s going to use the bathroom first. He shuts the door, and I hear the shower turn on. I don’t join him this time. He’s out quickly and walks into his closet naked. It’s hard not to stare. He comes back out in turquoise board shorts that hang sexily off his hips and look great against his tan skin. He isn’t wearing a shirt, and his abs are on full display. I’m not sure I’m going to be able to keep my hands off of him if he’s dressed, or not dressed, like this all day. He sees me ogling him and flashes me a big, warm
smile.
“I’m going to go make some coffee and breakfast. Omelets
okay?”
I nod my head. “Wow, I’m a lucky girl. Great sex and now breakfast? You know how to treat a lady r
ight.”
I’m still lying naked in his bed. He walks toward me, bends over, and places a soft kiss on my lips. “This is just the beginning, A
lexa.”
My heart swells, and I smile brightly at him. For the hundredth time, I mentally pinch myself to prove this is real. When Julian leaves the bedroom, I grab my bag and head into the bathroom. I take a quick shower, brush my teeth, and keep telling myself I deserve to feel this good. I wind my hair up into a messy bun and put on a touch of makeup. I fish my teal bikini out and put it on. It’s halter style with neon-green ties and piping. I think it looks good on me and hope Julian agrees. I throw a matching three-quartered-sleeve mini cover-up over it, put some gold hoops on, and slip my feet into gold Tory Burch thong sandals. I check myself out in the full-length mirror behind the door and give myself a mental thum
bs-up.
I smell coffee and breakfast as I make my way into the kitchen. It’s a beautiful kitchen with dark cabinetry, white countertops, and state-of-the-art stainless steel appliances. There’s also a huge island in the middle. Julian’s back is to me as I enter, and I see he’s on the phone and cooking at the same time. It sounds like work, so I stay quiet. He has set a mug, creamer, and sugar out for me, and motions to the coffee pot when he notices me. I make a cup and walk over to the door leading to the terrace. Julian nods that it’s okay to go out, so I open the door and step out. It’s already hot and humid, but the terrace is covered by an awning and is somewhat shaded. This space looks similar to the private one at the hotel, and for the first time I see Julian’s design stamp. I sit on the white couch, tuck my feet under me, and enjoy the gorgeous views of the ocean, intercoastal, and downtown. No wonder people pay so much to live here. I would spend all my time outside if
I did.
I hear the door open behind me, and Julian tells me breakfast is ready. He has made veggie omelets that look and smell delicious. A carafe of orange juice and cut strawberries sit on the table as well. A perfect, healthy breakfast served to me by a hot man in a swimsuit. I quietly wonder to myself what chick flick or fairytale I woke up into this morning. Julian is still on the phone and motions for me to start eating. I wait and drink my coffee. After a few minutes, he get
s off.
“Sorry about that. I usually go in every morning, and my staff isn’t accustomed to not seeing me first t
hing.”
“Do you need to go in? Beca
use …”
“No, they’ll be fine.” He cuts me off, and I let him. I’d rather he not
go in.
I take a bite of my omelet. It’s delicious. My man can coo
k too.
“Thanks for breakfast. This is y
ummy.”
“You’re welcome, Alexa. It’s my way of saying thank you for rocking my world last night and this mor
ning.”
“Well, in that case, I need to cook for you the rest of the week because you keep rocking
mine.”
Julian smiles brightly. “I talked to Danny. We’re going to stay here instead of heading to Lauderdale. It’s late already. Do you
mind?”
“No. It doesn’t matter to me. I’m not sure why we were going to leave and go someplace else an
yway.”
“Neither Danny or I really like to hang out here. People know who we are and think they can bother us with work-related stuff. You saw what happened at the hotel last night. I’d love to hang out there, or here, but it turns into work most of the
time.”
Julian’s answer makes a lot of sense, and I tell him so. What I don’t say aloud is that as long as I’m with him I’m okay and I’d be happy anywhere as long as we were together. We finish eating, and I help him clean up. It’s normal couple stuff, and it feels awesome. His phone rings again, and he gets back on with work. His being on the phone makes me think about my phone. I walk back to the bedroom, sit on the bed, and grab my phone out of my purse. I turn it on and notice I have a few texts from Luke. Two are from last night, and one from just twenty minute
s ago.
Luke:
Lex…?
Luke:
Ok, it’s morning. Ca
ll plz
I text him back instead of ca
lling.
Alexa:
It’s all good. Thanks for checking on me. Off 2 beach. Call you
later.
I know I won’t be talking to him the rest of the weekend if I’m with Julian, and I hope he gets the hint. It’s not that I don’t want to talk to him, but Julian and I finally seem to have found our groove, and I don’t want to jeopardize it by talking to Luke. Julian is still on the phone, so I check my e-mails and send a few texts to my roommates and parents so they all know I’m okay. I look at the rumpled sheets on the bed and decided to make it. I pick up Julian’s pillow and inhale. It smells like him, and I hold it close to me and breathe him in. I love that after we have sex I can smell him on me as well. Julian walks in the room, sees me hugging his pillow, and breaks out in a huge
smile.
He opens his arms. “That pillow doesn’t hug
back.”
I walk into his arms, and he hugs me tightly. He gives the best, most sincere hugs, and being in his arms has become one of my happy places. After a few moments, I reluctantly pull away and begin making the bed. Julian joins me. He has a smile plastered on his face, and he keeps glancing over
at me.
“And what are you thinking about?” I ask seduct
ively.
I can only imagine. I’m staring at his half-naked body and thinking about what I want to do to it later. I assume his response will mirror my X-rated tho
ughts.