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"We’re almost home, sweet girl. I plan on doing way more than a quick finger fuck in the car." He pats my leg and focuses back on the road.
Will it actually be more, though? One thing about Julian is that I’ve always felt like he’s holding back in some way. The sex we have isn't always bad. Sometimes, I'm satisfied, but not every time. I wish he would do more. I want him to be possessive and demanding and take what he wants. I want him to tie me up and use me until I beg for him to stop because I am so blissed out from pleasure that I physically can't take anymore. Everything in my life is alwaysso controlled. The bedroom is the one place where I wouldn't mind my man taking that control from me.
We pull up to our house and into the driveway a few minutes later. The place isn't grand by any means. It’s a cute little 3-bedroom, 2-bath home with an open concept and an attached garage. We are a bit outside of town, so the closest neighbors are roughly a half-mile away.
We moved in together a few months after we started dating. The apartment building I lived in at the time was being condemned by the city. I told Julian I would likely have to move out of town because there weren't any apartments in the area I could afford, and he insisted I move in with him. He kept saying how he planned to ask me soon anyway, that it was all perfect timing.
Shutting off the car, Julian steps out and walks over to my door, opening it for me. I place my hand in his, and that familiar heat returns as I look up at him, smiling. We walk towards the house, and he puts his hand on the small of my back. Once inside, I throw him a flirty look over my shoulder in an effort for him to get the hint and ravage me already.
He slowly removes his shoes, placing them neatly on the shoe rack, before walking into me. His hand comes up to caress my cheek, and he leans down to kiss me. My lips part, and his tongue slips between them. He kisses me with a passionate need, moving his hand to the back of my head and weaving his fingers through my hair.
We make our way to the bedroom, tangled in our lust. He rubs up and down my body, grazing my nipples and tweaking them just enough to send sparks right down to my core. Grabbing my left hand, he brings it up to his lips and kisses my ring finger. "This looks good on you."
I grin and reach for the button on his pants before stripping him bare from the waist down. He doesn't protest so I sink to my knees in front of him to show my gratitude for such an amazing day. My head lands perfectly at eye level with his cock, and I peer up to look him in the eyes from my vulnerable position. I see a slight tic in his jaw and take that as my cue. I grab his cock and run my tongue from base to tip, licking the small bead of cum that has gathered on the top. I swirl my tongue around his tip before opening my mouth to take him to the hilt, bouncing my head up and down as he grunts in pleasure.
"Yes, sweet girl, that feels so good."
I continued bobbing my head, picking up speed before beginning to feel his balls tighten. In one swift motion, he pulls back from me, lifts me up, and tosses me onto the bed on my back. As if acting on instinct, I flip myself over so that I am on all fours with my ass in the air and my chest pushed down towards the mattress, holding myself up with my elbows while he rips open the condom and slides it onto himself.
"Yes, you always know exactly how I want you," he praises me.
The mattress dips behind me as his hand runs along my back and up to my ass in front of him. He gives it a light smack, and I moan out in pleasure. His cock slides along my entrance,gathering wetness before he slams into me all at once, causing me to scream. "Fuck, Julian!"
Reaching down, his hand grips the back of my neck, pinning my face to the mattress. My back arches further in response as he continues to pound into me from behind. In and out, over and over again, I feel that familiar heat begin to build at my core as he fucks me with everything he has. Tingles start moving around my body in all the right places.
"Yes, please don't stop," I beg, and he picks up his pace.
I'm right there, right on the precipice of falling apart, and I feel him shudder behind me. He lets out a small, satisfied grunt and slows his thrusts. My heat cools right back down, and disappointment sets in. So close... so fucking close.
This isn't the first time he’s brought me right to the edge, only for it to end with me being let down. The first few times this happened, we talked about it. One time, he spent 20 minutes trying to work me back up to what I needed, but I was never able to get back there. Something about the pressure of needing to perform had me so far in my head that I couldn't let go. He pumps into me a few more times while I let out a few moans and clench myself around him enough for him to think I am having an orgasm. I suppose if we are going to spend the rest of our lives together, this is definitely something he and I need to talk about again.
I roll over to lay on my back, feeling frustrated as he walks into the bathroom to toss the condom and do his post-sex routine. After a few minutes of staring up at the ceiling, he comes back in and lies down next tome, completely oblivious to the fact that I didn't actually finish.
"What a perfect ending to the most perfect night. I still can't believe you said yes." He leans in, giving me a quick, chaste kiss.
"Of course, why wouldn't I say yes?" He hums with approval, and I notice his eyes looking heavy. "Get some sleep, handsome. I'm going to read a bit before coming to bed."
I slide out of bed, grab his shirt off the floor, and throw it over my body. Then I pull open my nightstand and grab the latest smutty book I've been reading before heading to the spare bedroom. There’s no way I will be able to go to sleep this wound up, so I might as well read. Before I read, there’s something I need to take care of. I keep a small vibrator in this room for this exact reason.
Locking the door behind me, just for good measure, I walk over, toss my book on the bed, and grab the stashed vibe. This will have to be quick. I'm already turned on, so I won't need much time anyway. I prop myself up in the bed with my back to the headboard and knees bent, letting my legs fall to the side in front of me. I click on the vibrator to the highest setting and begin rubbing it up and down from my clit to my pussy, then gently push it into me. Yes, this is exactly what I need.
I work myself up to where I can begin to feel those familiar sparks warming from within and bring my other hand down to my clit. I focus here with slight pressure, moving around in circles while pushing and pulling with my other hand. Everything builds, and the tingling feeling is back. It moves from my centerdown my legs and arms and works its way through my body. I find my release and explode, letting out a low moan of pleasure as I shudder through my orgasm.
It's not as satisfying as it should be, but at least I'll be able to relax now. I give myself a few moments to catch my breath before going to the bathroom across the hall to clean up and quickly pee. Afterward, I grab a glass of water from the kitchen and head to bed.
When I walked into our room, I noticed Julian fast asleep on his side, snoring like he couldn't have a care in the world. Setting my glass on the nightstand, I climb into bed beside him and roll over to plug in my phone. Before putting it down to go to sleep, I decided to send a quick text to Avery.
Me: Brunch tomorrow? I have big news.
Avery: How far along are you?
Me: HA HA BITCH.. I'm not pregnant... Don't put that kind of energy on me right now.
Me: So brunch?
Avery: You're seriously going to make me wait until tomorrow?
Avery: What is it?! Just tell me now!
