EroticReverie

Dom and Brie leave somewhere between my third and fourth orgasm, Brie saying she’d call me, or text, I can’t remember I wasn’t paying much attention. 

Now I’m laying sprawled out on the bed and Julien has his head on my stomach, laying beside me, and my fingers are pushing through his hair, sliding it back gently, over and over.  We lay like this in comfortable silence and I almost fall asleep, but Julien lifts his head kisses my stomach and then slides up beside me, and pulls me into him.

I smile, my eye lids hanging open lazily looking at him as his eyes study my face and his hand pushes my hair back behind my ear. 

“I’m so fucking obsessed with you.” he says with a sigh.

“Good.” I say.

He smiles and smirks a little. 

“You’re mine.” he says.

I smile. “You’ve already said that a bunch. I know.” I say. 

He smiles and leans in and kisses me. 

“Just want to make sure you haven’t forgotten.” he says.

I smile and kiss him, teasing playfully with my tongue at his lips and he grabs it, sucking it , and I pull back with a laugh and his mouth goes to my neck. 

He kisses me softly, his mouth pressing gently, over and over on my flesh and then to my collar bone. 

“fuck” he murmurs, his hand slipping to the side of my torso and gliding up and down my side as he kisses me.

“You were made for me Jenna” he says quietly. “You know that?”

“Mmm” I nod slightly. “Yes, I do.” 

His mouth slides down, his tongue drags up over my nipple. I watch him, his eyes on my breast, his tongue dragging over it again, my nipple reacting to him, hardening, he sucks it gently. Somehow it’s not dirty, its not even sexual, it’s him appreciating a part of me, a part of my body that he loves. He kisses the nipple, cups my breast and continues to give slow licks over my nipple, and sucks at it with his lips, pulling gently. 

“Julien” I whisper, arching my back, my voice whiney, needy. I’m exhausted honestly, but he makes me want more everytime he touches me, kisses me, or even looks at me.

“I love your body” he says, his lips kissing the same nipple still, his warm soft tongue slipping over it again, and then again, making me writhe.

“Julien” I whisper his name in a small pant again and he kisses my nipple again, just placing soft , short kisses on it. I feel my nipple tighten even more being teased, wanting more of his tongue, wanting his teeth on it, wanting more than just the soft licks and gentle kisses and little sucks.

“I need you” I moan , panting and look at him, catching a smile as he kisses my nipple again, his eyes look up to mine. 

“Tell me what you want.” he says. 

“Fuck me” I squirm on the bed.

“Fuck you how?” he says.

I pull him ontop of me and spreading my legs, he settles between them and I thank the fucking sex gods that blessed this man with ability to get hard and stay hard for me 24/7. I feel him tease me, his hard cock pushing against my cunt. 

“Don’t fucking tease me.” I moan.

I yelp next, when he thrusts in, hard, deep , burying himself into me. I wrap my legs and arms around him and hold him to me. I bury my face in his neck as he thrusts. 

“Yes”I breathe out, feeling his cock thrust slowly, but hard, filling me with every inch of himself each time.

I whimper, because I’m overcome with my emotions, hating how much I love it, how much I need it, how much I fear being without him. I never want to not have him inside me. We belong like this. Our lust is unmatched to anyone else I’ve ever been with, our chemistry and desire is more than I can put into words. He’s dirty, filthy, demanding, bossy, and a flat out asshole sometimes, but he’s gentle , he’s protective, he’s giving. He’s mine. 

I want to slap him, to turn it into a filthy rough fuck , but I hate that I don’t, that I can’t, because I think I might love it more when he shows me this side, the side that gives me what I want, what I need. The side that takes care of me, and shows me he’s more than rich bastard that took me in his office mere days ago.  

“what are you thinking?” he whispers , pulling his head back slightly, to look at me as he thrusts slowly into me, each delicious thrust making me shiver in pleasure.

“I don’t know..i can’t think when you’re inside me” I say, which is half true.

He gives a slight smirk. “Do you want to know what I’m thinking?” he asks and he lowers his face to mine, his nose brushing mine, his lips brushing mine.

I nod slightly, and push my chin up and kiss his lips softly, feeling his cock still thrust in and out, his cock hits me deep and he holds himself there. 

I bite my lip as he looks at me. Holding his cock inside me. I feel my heart beat fast. Don’t. I think to myself, and I can tell my the look in his eyes what he’s going to say. As he opens his mouth, I pull it to mine and crash my mouth against his, rolling my hips, making his cock move out and slightly back in. I keep rolling them, taking his mouth not letting him speak, not letting him say something stupid, that will let my stupid heart feel stupid things that it shouldn’t be feeling. 

“Baby” he groaned into my mouth as I start to writhe underneath him, my hips bucking wildly, trying to distract him, and myself from the words he wants to give me. His hips give me what I want, he moves faster, he fucks me. We erase the sweetness as I dig my nails into his back and curse pulling away from his mouth. 

“Fuck me, just fuck me” I demand and he continues, picking up his pace, and I turn my face from his as I pant, not wanting to look at him, denying myself that look on his face, that fucking look that will break me and shatter me into a million pieces. The look of rejection, me not letting him say the words to me. Me not letting him be vulnerable, me making him fuck me like the animal version of him. The asshole version.

“Slap me” I moan.

He groans. “No” he voice is firm. 

I stop rolling my hips into him, and he stops too. 

“Yes.” I say turning my head to look at him.

He shakes his head. “no.” 

My brows pinch inward. I raise my hand to smack him instead and he grabs it, catching it before it lands on his face, and then he grabs the other too and pins them gently at the side of my head. 

His hips start to move again. Slowly. 

“Fuck me” I grit my teeth. “hurt me”

“No” he says again, his eyes are on mine, his gaze is too intense and I look away.

“Look at me.” he says. I shake my head.

“Why?” he asks.

“Because” I pull at my wrists, he tightens his grip firmly to hold me.

“You asked me how I wanted to be fucked...im telling you....I want you to slap me and hurt me” I say and look at him, glaring.

He looks at me. His hands slide from my arms, and his cock slips out of me and I drop my jaw as he pushes up off me. 

“What are you doing?” I ask as he pushes up off me and starts to get out of bed.

“Get back here and fuck me Julien” I say slapping the bed with my palm.

He lets out a slight laugh as he stands. 

“No.” he says and walks to the bathroom,

“Julien!” I yell and push up in bed and then out of it and follow after him, pushing open the door, to him pissing.

“What the fuck Julien” I say, and he finishes and flushes the toilet, then washes his hands. He ignores me, and turns on the shower and gets in. I follow.

I slap him on his back as hard as I can and he whips around, I slap his face. He stands there, the strike barely even making him flinch.

“Can I help you?” he asks.

My lips tighten into a straight line and I exhale through my nose hard, angrily. 

“Yeah, you can explain what the hell your problem is!” I say and slap him on his chest and push him. He lets me, I push him again. And again until he’s against the wall and I slap his face again, his breathing heavy.

“I fucking love you. That’s my problem.” he says and I freeze.

“No you don’t” I say.

He lets out a laugh and shakes his head. He pushes past me to the middle of the shower where the water is pouring down over him. I watch him as he slides his fingers through his hair, raising his chin , closing his eyes letting the water cover his face. 

I take a deep breath and walk to him, I stand in front of him until he opens his eyes and looks down at me. The water drops falling from his lashes, he pushes forward slightly, I step back, letting him move out of the water , so it only hits his back.

“Why?” I say looking at him feeling my voice shake just a little.

“ Why not?” he says his hand sliding to my waist and pulling me into him.

“Because i’m crazy.” I say. “Because we just met.”

He smiles. “You ARE indeed crazy” I scrunch my nose. He lets out a little laugh. 

“You’re my crazy though....and not too crazy for me to fucking handle.” he says.

“And I don’t care if we just met, I can tell you now, or in a few weeks, or in a few months, won’t change it babe..sorry” he says.

I look up at him. 

“Why though?” I ask again.

“Because...” he says cupping my face like we’re in some fucking romance movie in the fucking rain, except were in his shower.

“You’re a beautiful pain in the ass, you set me on fucking fire, you fucking drown me in every god damn emotion a person can feel....fuck...you make me feel...” he shakes his head as if he cant believe the words coming from his mouth and neither can I.

“I love that you’re strong, that you’re not afraid of my roughness, my callousness, I love that you fucking lit some kind of god damn spark in me that made me give a shit about someone else other than myself.” he says and I smile.

“Me?” I say with a little smile. He laughs.

“yes, you, smartass” He kisses my nose.

“I love you because you dont love my fucking money....I love that you try to put me in my place” he says.

“Try?” I pinch my brows.

“Yes little slut” he grins. “Try”

I bite my lip.

“I love that you love being called little slut” he grins and I give a little laugh and shrug.

“I love that we’re both dirty and depraved, but can also make love like it’s going in the fucking record books.” he says.

“I’ve never made love...to anyone...and fuck. It’s so fucking good with you.” he says and pulls me into him.

“I love how crazy I am about you...how I feel the need to be with you every second, like you’re actually fucking air in my lungs” he says and I feel my heart swell.

“I love that you won’t admit you love me back... I love that you don’t say shit just because someone wants you to...I love that you push back...it drives me fucking crazy..” he says.

“I love how I could just fucking hold you and be content, but fucking you is a god damn plus” he says. I laugh a little and slide my hands up his chest and hook my hands behind his neck.

“I love that you didnt let that waitress suck my cock...” he grins. I bite my lip.

“I love how much you wanted her to though...” He winks.

“I love the way you fucking calm me just by walking into the fucking room” he says.

“I love the way smell freshly showered, the way you smell after getting fucked...” he says and I push my body to his.

“I love the way you scrunch your nose and the way you frown at me” he says . I do both of those things and he laughs.

“Yeah, just like that.” he says and grabs my face, kisses my forehead.

“I love that you secretly already want to have my babies” he says. I laugh and push at him.

“Even if you only thought about it hypothetically” he adds.

“I love that I think about nobody else but you, every god damn second of the day.” he says.

“Okay, okay” I say, and I push up on my tip toes to reach him, pulling him down just a little as well.

“I get the picture” I tease and he smirks and kisses me.

“I don’t think you do baby” he says , kissing me, his tongue parting my lips, and my tongue finding his.

“I do” I say as he lifts me in his arms . I wrap my legs around him, my arms around his neck and he grips my ass and lifts me, then lowers me sliding his cock up into me.

I gasp into his mouth. 

“You don’t have to say it back baby” he groans into my mouth. “but I fucking love you”