Free Sinful Desires Vol. 4 by M. S. Parker Page B

slide back, however, Julien knelt in front of me, nudging my knees apart.
    “My turn,” he said.
    “It's okay.” I brushed his hair out of his eyes. “Just let me take care of you.”
    He shook his head and leaned forward. “I want this.”
    I wasn’t going to argue with that.
    Julien pressed his lips against the inside of my thigh and then held onto my hips as he ran his tongue along the sensitive skin between my legs. I cried out as his lips and tongue began to explore me as thoroughly as they had explored my mouth earlier. I fell back on the bed, letting the sensations wash over me until I came, moaning as his tongue thrust in and out.
    My hands fisted in my sheets and my body tried to twist and turn, but he held me in place, sliding two fingers inside me even as I was still quaking with my release. He crooked them, rubbing against that spot inside me, and every muscle in my body tightened. I heard him swear, but I couldn't think clearly enough to understand why.
    When I started to come down, he was on the bed next to me, running his fingers lightly up and down my arm.
    “We don't have to do anything else,” he said softly. “Not if you don't want to.”
    I picked up the condom packet from where I'd dropped it and handed it to him. He smiled, then tore it open and rolled it on, the hitch in his breathing telling me how close he was.
    “I don't know how long I'll last,” he said. “You're so tight. Nearly cut off the circulation in my fingers when you came.”
    I ran my hand down over my stomach and let my index finger slide between my lips. I shivered as it brushed across my still sensitive clit. I spread my legs and looked at Julien. I wasn't going to talk him into it, no matter how badly I was aching for him to fill me.
    He rolled on top of me, keeping enough weight propped on his elbows that he wasn't too heavy. I relished the weight of his body as he pressed onto me. He reached between us, his hand brushing against my clit as he positioned himself against my opening. I shivered and wrapped my legs around his waist. My heels rested at the base of his ass and I felt it flex as he pressed inside, slowly entered me inch by glorious inch.
    He squeezed his eyes closed as he moved, an expression of almost painful pleasure on his face. My body opened to him, but the fit was tight, causing delicious pressure and friction against every cell. His muscles were trembling by the time he was completely inside and I could feel the strain of him trying to give me time.
    “It's okay,” I said. “You don't have to wait.”
    It proved how close he was that he didn't argue with me. He began to move in steady, deep strokes that made me moan. And then, when the head of his cock pressed against my g-spot, I gasped out, “Yes! Right there.”
    He shifted and his thrusts now included exactly what I needed to start pushing me, fast, toward another climax. My nails raked down his back, not hard enough to break skin, but enough that he hissed in pleasure when I did it. His teeth nipped at my breast before he pulled some of the soft skin into his mouth. Every pull brought blood to the surface and the knowledge that he was marking me spiked my arousal.
    As he began to speed up, driven by his own impending climax, I could feel my own approaching. It became a race as I moved my body with his, against his, desperate for us to finish together. Then, as he came with a shout, he ground down against me, giving me the friction I needed to fall over the edge.
    I could feel our hearts thudding in our chests, beating in a complimentary rhythm. Our skin was slick with sweat; our bodies still deeply joined as we rode out our orgasms. Even before I started to come down, the thought came to me that what I'd been missing with Brock was right here with Julien. No matter where things went from here, the two of us were connected.
    I pulled the blankets around us as Julien slid out of me. I wrapped my arms around him, his head against my chest as he