Stepbrother Bad Boy's Baby Boxed Set(32)

I silenced him with a kiss, just a peck on the lips. "I know," I replied. "The past is the past. This is now, and this is what we both want and need."

Julian nodded and we kissed again, this time our tongues entwining around one another. I ran my hands down his chest, feeling the taut muscles and arousing curves, finding the buttons on his shirt and freeing them one by one. At the same time, I could feel Julian tugging the hem of my top free from my pants and running his hand up my back, the touch of his fingers setting my body on fire. He stroked and massaged my skin as I got the rest of his shirt open, and we both sat up to take off our tops.

I've never been one to feel nervous about my body. I mean, after all, I do jiu-jitsu, where I spend half my time rolling around on a mat with other men and women either between my legs or in some other close contact position. Without a heavy gi top on, I'm wearing just a little bit more cloth than your average swimsuit, and hands go in lots of different places during a sparring session or a match. But kneeling there, next to Julian while he watched me, I suddenly felt shy and a bit worried. I wanted him to find me sexy, and I wanted him to desire me. I pulled my top off, letting the light blue cotton and Lycra blend fall to the side. I was wearing one of my more comfortable bras, a Victoria's Secret with padded underwire to support my breasts, and I was glad. It's not my sexiest bra, but it was a whole lot better than the sports bras I wear for work.

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."