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She nodded. She could see his face, his throat, the exterior parts of his body in the glass since he was so much broader than her, but not his trunk or cock. He, on the other hand, couldn’t see her body in the window, given she was pressed against it, so he resorted to looking down at her. He obviously had a bird’s eye top view of her breasts pressed against the glass, but other than that, his view was limited, something that Julian obviously was having second thoughts about.
With a firm tug on her hips, he eased the front of her body away from the glass and pulled her back several steps, making her breasts sway. In the window that was acting as a mirror, his eyes flashed with arousal as he lifted his hands and cupped her breasts, then roughly twisted both of her nipples, causing sparks of electricity to shoot through her.
“Oh god, yes,” she moaned.
His breath quickened as he nudged her forward, just slightly, so they could both still see her body but also so she had a better view of his face. His pupils dilated, giving him the eyes of a hunting panther. Because he loved the feel of her breasts in his big hands or because someone might see them?
See them and lust after them?
He dragged one hand from her breast down her stomach.
“Spread your legs,” he said roughly, and she did as he said, making room for his fingers, which instantly began to sift through her soft folds. He penetrated her with two fingers. At the same time, he brushed her clit with his thumb and started thrusting and flicking, thrusting and flicking.Within minutes, she was trembling and moaning, and even though he’d told her to keep her hands on the glass, she couldn’t. A scream of pleasure spilled out of her, and her hands left the glass when her knees suddenly buckled. His arm wrapped around her waist, catching her.
“I’ve got you, princess.”
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Julian twirled Skylar around in an intricately graceful spin that pulled them away from the window so that he was positioned with his back to the sofa with her facing him. Heart racing, her gaze dropped to his cock and the bead of precum on the head. She licked her lips and made a hungry noise.
“Jesus Christ,” he said. “You look like you want to devour me whole.”
“I do,” she said. “I’ve never been hungrier for you than I am now, Julian, and that’s saying a lot. Because every other time we’ve been together, I’ve been starving for you.”
She pressed her hands against his chest. He allowed her to push him until the back of his legs collided with the edge of her sofa, and he sat down. She straddled his lap and kissed him even as she raked her nails down his well-defined pecs and abs, leaving long, jagged red marks that caused Julian to growl. He gripped the sofa arm nearest him with one hand, and she smiled, then raked her nails against him once again because it was clear from the twitching of his muscles and the white of his knuckles that it drove him crazy.
At the feel of his cock against her pussy, she was tempted, so tempted, to lift herself up and impale herself on him, but instead, she scooted back, then sank to her knees in front of his parted legs.
“You want it, don’t you?” she purred. “You want your cock in my mouth.”
“I want everything you’re willing to give me, princess.”
Julian’s whole body seemed as tight as a spring, ready to burst as she skimmed her hands along the toned muscles of his inner thighs, which shook beneath her palms as she stroked upward to his crotch.
When she cupped his balls and squeezed the hard shaft of his dick, he hissed. The muscles of his lower abs shuddered, and his hips hitched upward, eager for friction against his cock even as her mouth hovered just above his leaking head. At that moment, she spotted something lying on the floor next to her, partially hidden by the sofa. It was one of her favorite silk scarves that she must have tossed on the sofa only for it to fall. She grabbed it.
“Give me your hands,” she whispered, her breath hot against Julian’s dick.
Without hesitation, he held his hands out in front of him. Strong hands with long fingers that knew exactly what to do with a woman’s body.
Julian’s dark, lust-filled eyes watched as she bound his wrists with her scarf, tugging the knot tight. The sight of him bound turned her on more than she thought was possible.
She pressed a tender kiss on the head of his cock. He groaned when she pushed herself to her feet. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you,” she crooned. She placed a hand on his chest and pushed.
He didn’t resist and leaned back against the couch cushions the way she wanted, hands tied in front of him, legs spread wide. As she gripped his cock and stroked it gently, she felt the rush of his blood pulsing under her fingertips.
“You like that?”
“I fucking love it.”
She licked a long, hot line from his knee to the inside of his thigh, and he groaned, his head falling back.As she stroked Julian’s cock to the delicious sound of his ever-increasing heavy breathing, she glanced out the tall bank of windows at the cityscape outside. Even with the twinkling lights, the flash of energy, what brought her deep satisfaction was the reflection of her and Julian.
She found herself drawn to the way his body reacted when she circled his slick head with her palm or twisted her fist around his shaft. The fingers of his bound hands twitched to get free, but the scarf held. She was filled with a sense of power because of who she was with and how he responded to her.
Power doesn’t come from the position after your name or the floor number your office is on, or the six-figure amount in your bank account. Power comes from looking into someone’s eyes as you give yourself to them, and they give themselves to you. A perfect balance.
“Come with me,” she demanded, pushing to her feet, so she stood in front of him. She grabbed the scarf that bound his hands and tugged him upward.
“I’ll follow you anywhere, Skylar,” he murmured, allowing her to lead him to her bedroom.
