EroticReverie

Juliens POV 

“FUCK!” My throat burns as I roar at another call sent to voicemail. 

After Lewis left I waited.  Waited till I was calm enough from the discussion with him. Calm enough for the discussion I needed to have with Jenna. 

I knew she was scared but I can’t lie that the selfish part of me was pissed she still hasn’t told me she loves me and that she couldn’t just say yes to marrying me. That woman belonged with me. To me. 

I went upstairs ready to talk and didn’t find her.  Searching each floor , growing more angry , more panicked as each second ticked exposing one more part of our place that I didn’t find her. 

I run my hand through my hair , pulling at the stands and kicking furniture and slamming my hand and fist against walls as I double check the house. Lies. This was the fourth pass I’d made all while calling her , trying to text her. It was clear after the fifth call that she had turned her phone off. 

This is why I should’ve never brought her here. This was why I didn’t fall in love. Because I’d never been so fucking crazy over a woman in my entire life. I didn’t like the things that she made me feel. All the while loving the way she made me feel. 

She was my fucking match. She was the reason I’d never fallen in love before. Because she was the only fucking woman worth loving. 

I grab my keys and take my car , driving it to her place. I’d had my own key made and when I went inside she wasn’t there. 

I call her phone non stop.  I call the doorman to tell him to notify me if she comes back. 

I drive around the city looking for her. She didn’t take her car. So she either was walking or took a cab and it pissed me off that I had no idea where to look for her. That I had no idea where she would go. 

My mind raced with reasons she left. I was pretty aware that it had to do with my marriage not so proposal. But I didn’t think she’d fucking leave over it. 

She wasn’t allowed to leave me. That couldn’t be what this was. She wasn’t ending this over that conversation.  

I speed through the streets , slamming my hands on the steering wheel and cursing as I hit red lights that stop me in my search for her. 

I call her phone non stop. Hanging up as soon as the voicemail starts and then redialing. Over and over and then I start to worry. What if  something happened, was she okay? Then I’d talk myself out of the worst case scenario and convince myself she was just being a bitch and shutting me out without giving me an explanation. Not even a fucking note. Not an “I’ll be back” or a “fuck you asshole I’m out”. 

I had no idea where her fucking mind was at I had no idea if I’d somehow fucked it all up with the whole marriage talk. 

I wanted her. Fucking needed her. I didn’t care that I’d laid it out for her that I planned on putting a ring on her fucking finger. Sure it was quick. But I was fucking mad for her. The woman drove me fucking insane.  Was a god damn pain in my ass all the while being the only fucking truly good thing to ever happen to me. We matched each other’s crazy. We matched each other’s passion.  Or at least I’d thought so. Had I been misreading everything? Was i a fucking lunatic that fell for a woman for the first time and let her sink those fucking claws of hers into my god damn heart ?

I was laced with fury, with worry, with fucking heart ache. And that’s what fucked me up the most. I was fucking sad.  I could handle any other emotion. But sad. Over a woman. Letting a woman have that kind of control of me.  Fuck. 

When I saw her , I was going to throttle her. I deserved at least to know where she was off to so I didn’t have to fucking worry. I just needed to know if she planned on coming back. If she was just confused , if she was angry, or if she was laughing at the fact she’d made a cold bastard fall for her and was going to leave him in the dust.  

I hated that I didn’t know her more. That I had no idea if the girl I’d been fucking and making love to was who I thought she was.  I grumble angrily as realization hits me. Of course she’s fucking scared you idiot.  You can’t tell a girl to marry you when your ass doesn’t even have the first clue of where to look for her. 

But I’d learn. I’d learn all those things. I’d learn exactly how she reacts to all types of situations, I’d learn where she goes to think. Or where she goes when she’s running.  Where she would go for comfort. 

I make my way back to our place. Our place. She’d even called it that. Our home. 

I throw my keys at the wall and storm through the house yelling for her.  Searching every room and floor again and then ripping my tie off and unbuttoning my shirt. 

I make my way to the bedroom and can’t come up with anything missing. Not even he shitty cheap clothes or the white dress of hers I let her keep. None of the clothes I bought her. None of her personal shit was missing. Her lap top still here. Things that were hers before she knew me were still here. So it’s not like she packed shit up and left. But she wouldn’t either. I knew that much about her. That she was stubborn in her need to be independent. Never giving a fuck about my money or wanting me to take care of her.  Daily she’d beg me to let her work. Was that part of what this was?

I pick up the phone I call her again. And it goes straight to voicemail. But this time I leave a message. 

“Baby fuck. Fuck just come home. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong. Or I do. Maybe I do. I don’t know. But I need you to fucking tell me so I can fix it. Whatever the fuck you want Price. You want me to never talk about marrying you. Done. You want to go back to work? Done. You want to work ten jobs? Done. You want me to burn all the clothes I bought you? Done. None of it fucking matters to me price I-“ the voicemail cuts me off. I send the voicemail and call again. 

“None of it fucking matters. Where the fuck are you? You didn’t even leave a fucking note, or send a fucking text Jenna!” I yell as I fall into the couch and pinch the bridge of my nose as I try to stop yelling into the phone. 

“Fuck.” I say quietly. 

“Jenna.” I say her name as my throat tightens. 

“Just fucking call me. So we can talk. So I know you’re okay.” 

The message ends and I send it and throw my phone to the couch. 

I put both hands in my hair and grip it. Wanting to pull it all out of my fucking head when the front door opens. 

I can tell it’s her 

I can feel that its fucking her.

My eyes are filled with an unfamiliar wetness that they haven’t felt since I was a fucking child as relief fills my entire being. 

I throw head into my hands as I put my elbows to my knees. 

I hear her shuffle some things, she has a bag or something and I can hear her kick of her sneakers. I hear her move into the house and can hear her as her footsteps approach the room I’m in and I hear them stop. 

My fucking hands are wet with tears. Fuck. Fuck this god damn woman. 

“Baby?”  She says softy. 

I don’t look up because I only feel my fucking self produce more god damn tears at the sound of her fucking voice. 

She moves closer and I still don’t look up and I have to keep my hands on my face but the shake in my shoulders as I hear her call me baby a second time gives me away. 

“Julien” she says gently and walks over to me ,and I look between my own two feet I see those fucking fuzzy socks of hers and lift my head and pull her into me , my forehead to her stomach as I wrap my arms around her. 

“Baby” she whispers. Her hands holding my head and cradling me against her.

“Julien” she says my name softy as she tries to gently remove my arms from around her. 

But the second she tries my grip tightens and I’m pretty sure I’m intent on never letting her leave my arms ever again. 

“Okay” she says softly and strokes her fingers over my hair that is probably a god damn mess 

“Don’t you ever” I say my voice catching. 

“ever do that again” I say. 

“Baby I just went for a walk” she says and I lift my head and look up at her. 

Her hands cup my face and I feel like a fucking mess. My heart and my head are so fucking rattled 

“You left” I say and she swipes her thumbs over my cheeks. 

“I needed to think” she says. “I left the house. But. I didn’t. Leave. Leave. “ she says and then slowly lifts one leg and climbs onto my lap. 

“Is that why youre crying?” She asks and her brows pinch with worry. 

“You thought I left you?” She asks her eyes are so soft and she shakes her head.  

God. Was I a fucking psychopath? Did I jump to conclusions? No. She’d left without a note. Without telling me where she went. Of course I’d think that. She had to of known thats the conclusion I would have drawn.

“Baby” she says her own voice cracking. 

She leans in and she puts her lips to mine and they settle me. They ease my muscles and my bones. I can feel this girl everywhere at all times and her fucking touch and her kiss has a power I never thought possible as I exhale and kiss her back harder and grab her face. 

“Youre out of your mind if you think I could ever leave you” she whispers on my mouth. 

“Out of your fucking mind” she says and kisses me again and I grab her stupid fucking sweatshirt and pull it up and off. 

“You shut your phone off and ignored me” I say as I slide my hands up her torso and cup her perfect tits and squeeze them. 

“I did ignore you at first. Because I was mad. But then my phone died. I didn’t think you’d have drawn that to mean  I was leaving you” she says. 

She lets me touch her , and she knows me better than I know her because she doesn’t stop me even though this isn’t the best time to want her naked and be inside her. We both know we should talk first , but she knows I need to feel her, touch her and know she’s mine still. That having her tell me isn’t enough. 

She inhales with a small gasp as I bury my face in her breast and suck her nipple into my mouth. 

Her fingers push through my hair as I keep sucking her flesh , my tongue tasting her skin as I grow so fucking hard for her.  

She lets out a tiny moan as I suck her nipple as hard as I fucking can. Obsessed with her and her fucking body. My hands flat against her back and pulling her into my face as I groan and don’t stop sucking her perfect tits. 

“Baby” she moans and I groan and turn and lay her down on her back and grab her jeans and unbutton them and pull them down as she watches me. I pull my shirt off and then my pants until I’m naked. Leaving her in her fucking fuzzy socks and nothing else as I slide between her soft fucking legs and they wrap around me as I sink into her. 

“Fuck” I groan as I feel her , still wet for me, still wanting me and needing me. 

Her hips lift and she grabs my face. 

“Make love to me” she says softly. 

My heart twists and I sink deeper into her watching her body react. Her mouth drops open on a gasp and her chest lifts and I groan as I thrust again. 

I know Jenna likes to get fucked. She likes when I’m rough with her , when I degrade her and say shit to her. It’s easier for her to handle than this. Than what she’s asking me for. But just like I know she needs me to be rough with her , she knows that this is what I need. What I want right now. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t leave a note” she says softly. I groan as she holds my neck and pulls me down to her and kisses me. 

“I’m sorry I made you cry baby” she says. And I clench my jaw and swallow down the urge to cry again as she sincerely apologizes. Her face shows me she hates that she made me think the worst. 

She kisses me. 

“I’m yours Julien Bryant.” She whispers on my mouth and our tongues meet as I thrust into her. Filling her. Wanting her to feel just how much I fucking love her. 

“You made me lose my fucking mind” I tell her and she kisses me. 

“I’m sorry” she says softy and kisses my mouth then the side of it and my cheek. She places soft kisses all over my face as I slowly thrust in and out of her and hear her tiny moans all over my face. 

“I’m sorry I told you to marry me” I say and she smiles and looks at me. 

“No you’re not baby” she says with a little smile. 

It makes me smile back just the slightest bit. 

“I am.” I say and she moves her hands to my back. 

“I’m not sorry for wanting to marry you. But I’m sorry for scaring you off. For demanding you to just say yes” I say and she nods. 

“Thank you” she says and pushes her lips back to mine. 

“I want to be on top” she says and I kiss her as I pull her up and sit back up and put her on my lap and watch her sink down onto me. 

I grab her waist as she rolls her hips slowly and my hands slide all over her skin up and down her sides. Up and down her stomach and up to her breasts as she leans back and places her hands on my knees. 

Her eyes are on mine and I watch her , gazing into her eyes as she rides me.  She is fucking breath taking. 

“You’re so gorgeous” I say quietly as she moans on my cock , riding me a bit faster. 

“You’re a pain in my ass baby, but so fucking gorgeous that it kills me” I say and she smiles slightly. 

She pushes off my knees and places her arms over my shoulders and drapes them over the back of the couch as her tits brush against me as she moves up and down on my cock. 

“And youre the most frustratingly handsome man I’ve ever seen. And pain in my ass” she counters and I smile. 

“Don’t ever leave without telling me” I say. 

She shakes her head. “I won’t” 

“I love you Jenna” I tell her 

“I don’t make love to women. I don’t love women. I don’t fucking fall for them. I don’t find myself going crazy all day for them or wanting to put a ring on their finger or keeping them in my life. I never wanted any of it. But I want fucking everything with you. And I’ll do whatever it is you want , I’ll stop being a bastard” I say. 

She smiles. “Don’t you dare change on me Bryant” 

Her hips move faster. 

“I want you just as your are baby”

She kisses me and and her head is beside mine. Her voice humming in my ear. 

“I’m crazy for you Julien” she moans. “So fucking crazy” 

I hold her to me. Her body against me and her breasts pressed hard against me as she lifts her pussy up and down on my cock. 

Her next words have me cumming inside of her  , my cum begging to claim her and keep her. 

“I love you Mister Bryant”