Julian couldn’t resist. He smoothed his hands over her slender arms, then down over the bare curve of her waist and hips, settling on her behind, drawing her close. He dipped his head and met Nina's mouth with his, and within seconds the flames of desire were igniting around them, their tongues dancing feverishly. Nina forgot about teasing and restraint. She strained upwards on tiptoe to try and get even closer, pressing herself against Julian blindly, seeking more, seeking to assuage the urgent need building deep in her core.
Without breaking contact she brought her hands down between them to his trousers, found the opening, careless in her haste, dragging his trousers down impatiently over lean hips. His hands had gone from cupping her stomach to under her panties, molding the cheeks of her bottom, making her arch into him, thwarting her attempts to drag down his trousers.
"Julian…" She almost sobbed with frustration, not even sure what was hampering her, only knowing that she didn’t want to stop touching him for a second. To lose contact with that hot skin, that heavenly musky scent, would be like depriving herself of oxygen.
His hands came up to her arms and put her back slightly. She felt dizzy, and they were both breathing as if they’d just been running.
"Red…" He sounded hoarse, surprised and slightly bewildered. With indecent haste he brought his hands to his trousers and finished what Nina couldn’t do. Finally he stood before her, naked and proud, virility oozing from every pore. Nina looked down and her throat went dry as she took him in in all his glory. She looked up again, and even though the room was dark she could see the expression on his face, the look in his darkened eyes. Passion and desire blazed forth—for her.
She was feeling suddenly weak, and as if he sensed it Julian took her hand and led her over to the bed, through the muslin curtains that had been drawn down to protect against the stinging night insects. Surrounded by the gauzy material, the bed was like a cocoon, an oasis of pleasure.
Nina lay back and watched as Julian stretched over her. He smoothed back her hair and it felt unbearably tender. Then he looked down her body, and wherever his eyes rested seemed to throb in response. He cupped one breast and Nina arched her back, eyes widening in a mute plea. She heard a dark chuckle, and felt his breath feather on her hot skin before he took the turgid tip into his mouth and suckled mercilessly, inciting the most intense response Nina could ever remember.
She was gasping, grabbing his shoulders, his arms, hands clenched tight around bulging hard muscles as his mouth moved from one breast to the other, torturing her with pleasure. And then he moved down, and down again. The breeze whispered over the wet tips of her breasts and her stomach, where his tongue had touched her.
He pulled down her pants, throwing them aside, and then with ruthless intent pulled her legs apart. Nina stopped breathing for a long moment, her belly sucked in as she watched Julian looking at her with such intimacy that she almost couldn’t stand it.
Rising desire drowned out her mortification. Instinctively she moved on the bed, hips lifting slightly.
"Please…" she said.
Julian looked at her, his hands travelling back up her legs, coming ever closer to her centre, thumbs massaging the tender inner skin of her thighs. His hands stopped at the very top of her legs, thumbs resting on the curls that covered her. They started moving slowly, back and forth, seeking, exploring, kneading her flesh.
Nina sucked in a breath that felt like a sob. "Julian…"
"What? Tell me what you want?"
As if it was the easiest thing in the world.
"I…" Nina began brokenly. "I want you to touch me…I want you inside me…"
One hand moved, and Nina felt long fingers thread through the damp curls, exploring ever inwards until he felt her slick heat for himself. She felt his reaction run through him. His erection lay thick and heavy against her thigh. She moved restlessly.
"Like this? First I touch…" And he did. He touched her intimately. Fingers moving in and out, testing her, drawing out her response, his thumb finding that small hard nub and massaging it until Nina's hands clenched in the bed sheets so tight that her knuckles were white. She felt all at once helpless, wanton and insatiable.
He bent his head, his chest close to hers, brushing against sensitive breasts, and kissed her deeply, erotically, as his hand and fingers caressed her intimately.
But just as she could feel the elusive peak she’d rarely reached with anyone else come like a vision through the haze of desire Julian broke the kiss and removed his hand.
"Now you touch…" He brought her hand down to cover his shaft. Nina's eyes grew big and round, glued to his as she allowed herself to feel and explore as he had done. It was his turn to shift restlessly, colour slashing his cheeks as she moved her hand, tightened her grip, feeling the satin smooth skin slip up and down over the steel-hard core. She could feel their heartbeats thudding slowly and heavily.
When he looked down at her with tense jaw and fever-bright eyes she took her hand away, and shifted herself so that she lay under him. She spread her legs, opening herself up to his welcome heat and heaviness.
"Now…I want you…" She reached up and pressed a hot kiss to his mouth, her tongue slipping inside with seductive innocence for a moment before she said, "…inside me."
Julian had lost all sense of time and place. At the last second before desire sucked him under completely he reached for protection and smoothed it on with all the finesse of a novice.
He could feel Nina move beneath him. Her hair was spread in a halo around her head, and her eyes looked up at him. Her legs parted a fraction more, and because it was the most necessary thing in the world he slid his erection, which felt engorged to the point of pain, into her silken heat, and died a small death of pleasure at the exquisite sensation.
He felt her move her hips, drawing him deeper. Exerting extreme control, he slowly started to thrust in and out. His eyes were locked on hers. Twin flags of color stained her cheeks, her lips were plump and red…her teeth bit them as she fought to keep her moans back. It was all Julian could do not to explode there and then.