Addicted (The Addicted Series, #1)(87)

I should never have doubted that Julian would like what he saw. "You . . . you're even more beautiful than I imagined," he said, his eyes repeating the sentiment. His hands rested lightly on his thighs, before his right hand came up to stroke my shoulder. "Perfect, just like I imagined."

I reached forward with my hands to push his shirt off his shoulders, pulling back only enough to let me get his shirt off his hand that was still resting on my shoulder. If Julian thought I was beautiful, the only word I could use to describe him was breathtaking. I knew he was fit, I'd seen the ripples of muscle in his arms plenty of times, but seeing the defined muscles of his chest and six pack abs was even more impressive. He was powerful and ripped, and I could feel my heart, which was already beating fast, speed up even more.

Julian was sat still as I explored the contours and feel of his skin, tracing the tattoo over his right pectoral. While I didn't normally like too many tattoos, his were good, no flaming skulls or other stupid things. His designs were a blend of Celtic and islander, and highlighted his body even more. When I reached his nipple he gasped when I scratched him lightly.

"Oh, you like that?" I teased, leaning forward and licking the light brown nub. Julian gasped again, and I kissed across the wide expanse of his chest to the other side, biting and kissing the left side as well. Finally, he could take it no more, and pushed me back, until I was laying on my back, my hair splayed around me. He fell on top of me, his hungry lips devouring mine as his hands roamed over my chest and body. His fingers pushed up under the right cup of my bra, and I moaned into our kiss as he found my already aroused nipple and returned the tweak I'd given him moments before.

"Julian," I sighed, a word that meant so much to me as he kissed his way down my body, pausing just long enough to let me lift my back and undo my bra. Freed from the bra, my breasts lay heavy on my chest to be kissed and nibbled, Julian's sensuous lips leaving me breathless and my head shaking from side to side. I couldn't take any more, but pulled him in tighter, needing him and wanting him. "Oh my God."

Julian's mumbled reply didn't make any sense to me, but he kept kissing and licking, his hands going lower to pull at my pants. I raised my hips and he slid them off, leaving me in just my already damp cotton panties. Julian raised his head from my breasts to look down at them in surprise. "White cotton?"

"I'm a good girl," I shyly said, feeling myself blush. "Is that bad?"

"Not at all," Julian said, looking up into my eyes. "You're an angel to me."

A line of song came to me, and I smiled in reply. "I'm not an angel, but at least I'm a girl."

Julian's wide grin told me he caught the reference, and he kissed my stomach, working his way down until his nose hung over the damp patch of cotton. He inhaled deeply, like he was smelling fine perfume, then looked up at me and I knew what was coming.

My mind exploded with images and fantasies of the past week, and I could barely contain myself. I lifted my hips while he eased the cotton down, clinging to my aroused lips from the sticky wetness. He set them aside and looked down at me, his eyes wide and unreadable, the blue of his eyes looking darker.

"I love you Krystal," he said simply, looking up at me. He lowered his mouth and blew lightly over my labia, sending shivers up my body. My fantasies paled in comparison to the real thing as he kissed my clit softly, nearly sending me into an orgasm with a single touch of his lips. His tongue came out to caress me, licking around my outer lips until I was squirming on the mattress, needing him deeper inside me. I looked down and saw he was looking up at me, a small happy smile on his face.

He let his tongue slip in between my labia, finding the aching inner folds of my body, and I lost control. I threw my head back and swallowed deep gulps of air as lightning shot from my * to my heart and my brain, and colors flashed over my vision. Julian kept up his loving lash, licking me to the point I could barely breathe before going back to the relatively tame sensation of his lips on my outer lips, nuzzling against me. "Not yet," he warned me. "Not finished yet."

I looked down nervously, biting my lip. I'd never felt such pleasure before in my life, and I knew what he had in mind. Still, I could tell from the look in his eyes he promised me untold joy and happiness, and that he would never let me come to harm. I nodded slightly. "I trust you."

Julian's eyes glittered in the light coming through the window like two sapphires as he reached forward with his almost impossibly long tongue and licked my clit, my heart freezing in my chest painfully before the warmth exploded upward from his tongue to my clit to the rest of my body. I lost all sense of time as he licked me over and over, his tongue circling and flicking until I felt like every cell of my body was connected to the small nub between my legs. With a soft sucking sound, he slurped on my clit, until I was poised on the precipice higher than I'd ever been before.

If this is what making love with Julian was going to be like, I'd die of an orgasm induced brain aneurysm before I turned thirty and not give a damn. His tongue licked me one more time, a long, slow drag from the base to the very tip, drawing me up, and then with the last flick of his tongue, sending me crashing over the edge into my climax. I felt tears coursing down my cheeks while I thrashed and cried out, Julian holding me tenderly as I rode out the orgasm.

Once I was able to think or to breathe again, I realized that Julian had gotten up from the bed, and was standing next to it. His hands were at the waistband of his pants, unzipping the fly and pushing them down along with his underpants. I had to blink as his cock came into view. His semi-hard cock dangled between his thighs, so long and thick. "That's . . . Julian, what are you?" I asked softly, scooting over and letting him lay back down next to me. "What are you going to do to me?"