Addicted (The Addicted Series, #1)(88)

"Love you," Julian said, leaning in and kissing me. We stayed like that, our naked bodies pressed against each other while we let our skin explore each other. Our kisses were slow and passionate, his hands running through my hair and pulling me on top of him. From there I could feel his cock growing long and hard, pressing against my thighs as we continued our exploration. Soon, I was feeling ready, and I wanted to feel him and join with him more than ever.

"Hmmm, this is nice," I said, brushing my breasts over his skin, my nipples dragging over his chest. "You know, in jiu-jitsu, they say I have a great top game. Once I get mounted, I never get thrown off until I want to."

"We'll just have to practice that over and over again then, won't we?" Julian teased, cupping my ass and kneading it between his strong fingers. "God, you're perfect."

"Let's see about that," I said, reaching down between my legs and taking his hard cock in my hand. I positioned the thick tip at the entrance to my *, and paused. "It's been a while for me with a real man. I may have to go slow."

"Go as slow as you need," Julian said. "I'm not going anywhere."

I sat up, my legs tense as I lowered myself slowly. The need to have Julian's cock inside me fought with my body's need to go slow, to let it adjust to the huge girth and size that I was trying to have inside me. I sank down, pain and amazing pleasure blending in an intoxicating mix, until I felt like I would be split open, impaled and senseless on his cock. I looked down and saw there was still another half inch at least of his cock, and I grit my teeth, relaxing my legs and letting my weight push me the rest of the way down. Our hips slapped together, and I had to lean forward, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I adjusted. Julian supported me with his strong hands, stroking my hair while I let my senses come back to me. "Holy f*ck," I said, the unfamiliar curse word coming out of my mouth. "That's huge."

“Mmm,” I heard Julian moan, and I looked up to see him with his eyes slitted and his lip white from being caught between his teeth. I thought he was going to draw blood he was biting so hard, and I realized I could feel him already twitching inside of me. He held his breath, then opened his eyes to look at me. "Krystal . . . it's perfect. You're perfect for me."

Warmth flooded my heart and my body at his words, and I raised up, letting about half of his cock slip out before sliding back down. The shockwave of sensation was delirious, addictive, and absolutely amazing. I sat back, looking into Julian's face, and knew as soon as our eyes met that neither of us would ever be the same. Perfect? The feeling of his cock inside me, and the feeling in my heart as I rose and lowered myself gave a new definition to the word.

Fresh sparks shot though me when Julian raised his hands up to caress my breasts while I rode him. Even the sight of his hands on me was erotic, the contrast between my light olive skin and his barely tanned paleness sensual and erotic. He knew just how much to tease my nipples and how much to lift my breasts to support the weight and to massage the skin. My hips sped up, lifting and falling until I couldn't take anymore, and I pitched forward, riding back and forth while we kissed. Julian's hands, deprived of my breasts, came around to hold my ass and my hips until neither of us could take the slow speed any longer. I just couldn't push myself back and forth fast enough, and his hips took over, joining me as we thrust together in harmonious waves, his upward thrusts meeting my backwards plunges. I was stretched, filled, my body on fire as we made love, faster and faster.

I could feel Julian's cock swell inside me, and I knew he was close. I looked into his eyes, knowing I was close too. Julian's hips sped up even faster, and our bodies tensed before both of us exploded, his cock filling me up as he pulled me tight, my * clenching around him as I felt my second orgasm crash over me. Both of us stayed that way, our eyes locked on each other, our hips locked together, our hearts beating in one, a timeless moment that stretched on forever.





Chapter 15


Julian




After making love the first time, we fell asleep together, and I woke up about two hours or so later, the warm feeling of Krystal's body spooned against mine filling me with happiness. I kissed the ebony cloud of her hair, instantly intoxicated again by her scent.

She pulled my arm around her chest and laid my palm on her left breast above her heart. With the feeling of her ripe breast in my hand and her beautifully curved ass pressed against my cock, I was in heaven, but my body was still tired, and wasn't ready for another round yet. Instead, I lay there in quiet contemplation as she woke up from her own nap, hugging my arms tightly. "I've never felt that before."

"Me either," I said honestly. In my head, I could see a parade of all the women I'd f*cked. It was a long list; I'd been a player for a decade. It didn't matter, though. Hollywood starlet, university co-ed, overseas exotic seductress or a Mom and apple pie American beauty, none of them had caused in me the feelings and sensations that I felt with Krystal. My playing days were over, that was for sure. "Krystal, I know you said it before, but my past, there's a lot of skeletons in my closet."

"I know," Krystal said, turning in my arms to look me in the eyes. "Julian, it doesn't matter. I'm not saying I'm always going to be happy about your past, or about the things you've done. But the man I've come to know over the past few weeks . . . that's who you are now. That's the man you've grown into, and the man I've fallen in love with."