"Oh my god," Elle gasped, her eyes widening as she stared at the screen of her laptop.
"That one is just... wow. You're incredible," Julian breathed, his eyes wide as well – though, less from shock and more from admiration.
"I can't believe I let you take these pictures," Elle groaned, holding her hand over her face as it turned ten shades of red.
"I'm so glad you did," Julian said with a huge, pleasing smirk on his face as he continued to click through the pictures from his erotic playtime not even an hour before.
"Oh, that one's cute!" Elle cooed as a picture of her leaning back against him with him kissing her shoulder blade came onto the screen. What she liked most about it was that her naked body wasn't in frame. It was just the two of them from her collarbones up.
"I like it too," he agreed, smiling at her, but continued through the images.
"Aww!" Elle swooned as one filled the screen of the two of them kissing, her neck craned back to meet her lips with his.
Julian smirked but continued on before chuckling darkly to himself as the pictures of his hand buried deep between her legs came across the screen.
"So sexy," he proclaimed, smirking over at her.
"Oh my god," she groaned. She still couldn't believe she let him take pictures like that.
"You are gorgeous and such a perfect subject," he offered, smiling proudly at her as he leaned over to leave a kiss on her lips.
"You've always been my perfect subject," she divulged, smiling back at him. He gave her a wide smile and kissed her again.
"Stalker," he snickered under his breath before he looked back at the laptop that was propped up on his lap in front of them as they sat against the headboard on her bed together, naked and perfect.
"Uh, not a stalker," she contended, shaking her head.
"Stalker," he laughed again, giving her a knowing look.
"Okay, whatever. I'm a stalker. But it's my job. Would you rather it be me taking your picture or someone like, let's say... that jerk Liam?" Elle asked, making an unpleasant face.
"I never said I didn't like you stalking me," he snickered, his eyes bright and amused as he looked at her.
"Well, then. Good," she conceded, smiling pleasingly at him as he went back to reviewing the pictures he just took.
"These are going in my private collection," Julian said, grabbing his iPhone and the cord lying on her nightstand for her own iPhone.
"No, Julian. Oh my god," she groaned, feeling incredibly embarrassed.
"Oh, yes, Elle," he said, hooking his phone up to her computer with the cord.
"Oh my god," she groaned, putting her hand over her face as he went about transferring the pictures onto his phone.
"Mmm. Now I'll have something to look at when I'm in boring meetings or on long trips," Julian said, smirking deviously at the screen of his phone where a naked picture of her was displayed across it.
"No. Oh my god. You can't... what if someone sees them? What if you lose your phone!? Oh my god, Julian," Elle protested, almost having a panic attack.
"I've never lost my phone. And I'm not about to now," he chuckled.
"Knock on wood right now," she asserted through a laugh, pointing at her nightstand.
He laughed out loud, but knocked his knuckle against the top of the nightstand for good measure.
"If my naked ass is plastered all over the internet, I am coming after you," Elle threatened, pointing her finger at him in an accusatory manner.
"Oh, Ace. It won't be your ass," he responded, smirking devilishly as he looked at a picture of his hand pressed against her womanhood that took up the whole screen of his phone.
"Oh my god," she groaned, pressing her hand against her heated face.
...
"So, why didn't you come out last night?" Charlie asked Elle with a smirk on his face as the two of them were out scouting the next day.
"Uh, reasons..." Elle said, smirking back at him, trying to keep herself from blushing, to no avail.
"I thought Erica was up your ass about getting something substantial," he reminded her, cocking his eyebrow in question.
"She is. Just... something came up," Elle said, smirking slightly as she tried to shrug as nonchalantly as possible.
"And that something wouldn't happen to be a famous actor that you just so happened to be sleeping with?" Charlie eyed her, with a hint of a smirk on his lips.
"Well, I mean..." Elle stammered, unable to come up with a good lie.
"I knew it!" He laughed, pointing his finger at her.
"He came over with Thai take-out. I just... I hadn't seen him in days, okay. It just... it just seemed like a better way to spend my night," she said with an unapologetic shrug, causing Charlie to shake his head and chuckle under his breath as he shoved a piece of gum into his mouth.
"I'm weaakkk, okay. Sue me," she whined, smiling widely at him.
"I'll try not to take that offensively," he chuckled, beaming a smile at her.
"No, Charlie. No. I mean, I love your company..." She started to explain, feeling like a shit friend.
"I'm kidding, Elle. Calm down. Nothing was really going on last night anyway. Although, I did get some sweet candids of Diddy leaving the Hyde Lounge," he said with a hint of sarcasm at the end.
At the mention of the Hyde Lounge, Elle's mind went back to the night Julian found her at said club before proceeding to feel her up on the jam-packed dance floor. Then, went home with her in her cab after being bombarded by countless pap pictures taken by Liam. It was the first night she and Julian ever slept together, and it was the true beginning of whatever they seemed to have started with one another.
"Yo, Elle," she heard Charlie say as he snapped his fingers in front of her face.
"Hmm? What?" She asked, focusing on him once again.
"Where did you just go?" He chuckled, smirking widely at her.
"What are you talking about?" She asked, knitting her eyebrows in confusion.
"I mean, you were here, but you were a million miles away," he chuckled.
"I, uh... I don't know. I just..." She stammered, not having an explanation.
"You've got it bad," he laughed heartily.
"Shut up," she scoffed, trying hard to keep the smirk off of her face.
"When's the wedding?" He laughed, thinking he was so funny.
"Fuck off. I wasn't even thinking about him, okay," she lied.
"Riiiiight. And my name isn't Charles Wayne Richter the third," he laughed.
"Oh, it isn't?" She asked him sarcastically.
"Ha-Ha," he laughed back just as sarcastically. Elle smirked to herself as she looked down, fidgeting with her camera lens.
"Hey... uh, don't look now, but your boyfriend's at three o'clock," she heard Charlie say.
And of course, her head immediately shot up to her right searching for Julian's face.
"You're such a dick," she laughed, realizing he was baiting her when she didn't see Julian anywhere, reaching out to smack his arm.
"No, I'm serious. He's right there," Charlie said, pointing his finger across her view. She followed his finger to find Julian sitting outside a small café with a blonde guy she'd never seen him with before.
From what she could see, he hadn't been spotted by any paparazzi, which was nice for them. She almost felt guilty having her camera in her hands, but then she thought about what Julian used her camera for, and it made her insides all warm in the most pleasing way possible.
"So, are you going to go talk to him or are you just going to stand here grinning like a fool?" Charlie asked her.
She hadn't realized that she was even smiling until he pointed it out.
"I, uh... he's eating," she said, making up an excuse.
"So," Charlie said, looking at her oddly.
"He's with a friend," she added, giving him another excuse.
"Like I said... so," Charlie edged her on.
"I mean, I don't want to interrupt him," she clarified, shrugging her shoulders as she felt her face grow hotter.
"You're a pap, Elle. It's what you do," Charlie pointed out.
Elle kept her eyes on Julian, watching as he laughed and carried on an animated conversation with the man he was sitting with. Her cheeks blushed when she remembered her very first conversation with him, even though she knew first hand that he wasn't gay.
"Do you have any comments on the new rumor that's been popping up on the internet?"
"And what's that?"
"That you started batting for the other team."
"What?"
"That you're gay."
Still to this day, she couldn't believe she actually asked it. But if she hadn't, she and Julian wouldn't be where they were now.
Without even thinking, Elle pulled her camera up to her eye and adjusted the lens so Julian was perfectly in frame, in perfect focus before she snapped a few pictures of him from afar.
"Really, Elle?" She heard Charlie's sarcastic voice.
"What?" She asked, turning back to him with a slight flush in her cheeks.
"Go talk to him," Charlie nudged.
Elle scoffed with as much annoyance as she could muster, but looked both ways down the street anyway and found herself walking toward Julian. Her heart beat wildly in her chest as she closed in on the two men casually chatting with each other as they sat at the small café table together.
"Can I get a smile, Julian?" She said in her best schmoozy paparazzi voice.
She could only be seen by his friend, who looked up at her immediately, his eyes widened slightly as he stared at her. Julian turned back to see her, one of his eyebrows heightened with a look of intrigue on his face.
"Anything for you, beautiful," he said, sending her a knee-weakening smile as she snapped a quick picture.
"Well, if I knew it was that easy..." Elle giggled lightly, silently scolding herself for sounding so enthralled by him.
He stood up a moment later, holding his arms out for a quick hug. Elle quickly obliged – he smelled amazing. But she found herself covertly looking around for any nearby paps, who could just so happen to get unwanted candids of the two of them together.
"Would you like to join us? I mean, we're almost done, but we could pull up a seat for you," Julian offered.
"Um..." She faltered, looking around again nervously, and Julian caught on.
"I haven't seen any around," he told her.
"We're sneaky, you know," she reminded, eyeing him skeptically.
"And I've been around long enough to know where to look," Julian countered almost immediately.
"I just..." She stammered, looking down at her feet, feeling bashful. They had a rule to keep their relationship private for a reason.
"I've gotta get going anyway," Julian's friend said, standing up.
"You sure, man?" Julian asked, his attention falling to his friend.
"Yeah, man. I've gotta get back to work," he said, throwing down some money from his wallet to pay for his food.
"Hey, look. Elle, this is my friend Henry. Henry, this is my friend Elle," Julian said, sending her a small smirk as he introduced the two of them.
Elle wasn't sure what to make of the way Julian introduced her. On one hand, technically she was just a friend. They had no titles or affiliations to one another that anyone knew, besides what was already posted on the internet. But on the other hand, what they were doing with each other and what they did with each other was more than just friendly. He had many, many nudes of her on the phone that sat perfectly perched in the front pocket of his oh so tight jeans, for crying out loud.
"It's nice to meet you," Henry said, smiling genuinely at her as he shook her hand.
"You as well," she said, nodding politely.
Elle watched as Julian and Henry did sort of a bro-handshake slash half-hug, signifying their goodbyes before Henry went on his way, leaving her and Julian standing together on the sidewalk outside the small café.
"So, you wanna hang out... in the daylight for once?" Julian asked, smirking at her as he waved his hand through the air to signify the sun's placement in the sky.
Elle smirked, realizing they had yet to really hang out like this before. But there was a reason for that.
"I don't know," she said skeptically, eyeing him with her eyebrows heightened in question.
She honestly would absolutely love to spend any amount of time with him. But they were very much in public in broad daylight and she knew it might be a bad idea.
"You don't know? Come on, what's the worst that could happen?" He asked, giving her one of his mega-watt, knee-weakening, killer smiles.
"Well, we could be photographed together, thus silently confirming with solid proof, might I add, that the two of us have a thing going on, thus throwing us both into a huge scandal where we will be hounded by the paparazzi non-stop. All because we can't seem to stay away from each other," she said with a playful smirk. She knew she was being a little more dramatic than necessary, but she also knew that being careful would be best in the end.
Julian laughed out loud from her explanation.
"All of that, huh?" He asked, smirking at her.
"Yes," she mewled with a nod, smiling back at him.
"Well, I mean, huge scandal or not, I just can't seem to find a reason to stay away from a pretty girl like you," he said suavely, beaming another breathtaking smile at her. Her cheeks immediately flushed and her smile could not be helped.
"Come on. I'll take you back to my place this time. There's someone I'd like you to meet," he said, pulling out money from his wallet to pay for his half of the café bill.
"You don't like, live with your mom do you?" She asked with a mischievous smirk.
"No. I don't live with my mom," he chuckled as he started walking down the sidewalk. Elle smiled as she fell into step with him.
Julian didn't live far from the café, but it didn't stop Elle from keeping a constant eye out for any photogs. She didn't want or need anyone to catch on to the fact that she and Julian were intimate with one another. Well, more than Liam already posted. There didn't need to be any more damning proof.
Julian led her into a large building with a sterile, modern feel to it. The lobby had a smattering of furniture with sort of a waiting area type look to it. But the two of them bypassed it and headed straight to the elevator.
Once they were standing in the small space with the doors closed, locking them in there together, Julian turned and smirked at her.
"What?" She questioned, smiling back at him.
"Can I kiss you now?" He asked, cocking one of his eyebrows.
Elle giggled and blushed, looking down at the floor. His hand came up to capture the side of her face, forcing her to look back at him.
"Can I kiss you now?" He asked again, his voice sounding more sultry and seductive than before.
"Yes," she said in almost a whisper as her face fell completely serious.
Julian leaned in and placed a perfect peck on her lips before he pulled away when the elevator came to a halt on the sixth floor, dinging before the doors opened for them. He smiled and grabbed her hand, leading her out of the elevator. She couldn't even begin to help the wide smile that formed on her lips because of him. She was so smitten with him, sometimes it made her want to cry.
"Here we are. Home sweet home," he said, pulling out his key from his pocket to unlock the door.
"Home sweet home," she repeated quietly after him as he pushed open the heavy black door.
To Elle's surprise, Julian rented a studio apartment, just like she did. Yet, his was on the higher end of the spectrum, and was definitely more spacious. His was a corner apartment that had a beautiful industrial feel to it with large floor-to-ceiling windows taking up most of the walls in the living room. He had a large spacious kitchen, and there was actually room to stretch in the space where his bed lay. In her apartment, if you turned any which direction, you were literally standing in another 'room' in the apartment.
"Here. This is who I want you to meet," Julian said, moving toward the small walk-in closet to their left.
She heard the clinking of metal on metal and the rustling of a dog's collar, and she immediately found herself smiling. A stout brown and white English bulldog came barreling out of the small room directly at her.
"Oh, baby," Elle cooed, placing her camera down on the kitchen island counter before bending down to greet the hyper pup.
"This is Kashmir, my dog. Kash for short," Julian said proudly.
"Kashmir?" She asked, giving him a questioning look, wondering where the name came from.
"It's a Led Zepplin song. One of my favorite songs. Only second to Immigrant Song," Julian explained.
"Oh, cool. Is that your favorite band?" She asked curiously.
"Definitely one of them," he said with a nod.
"Nice," she said, focusing back on the dog.
"Hi, Kashmir. Oh, baby. You are so cute. Yes, you are," she cooed, immediately starting to talk to the dog in baby-talk as she ruffled the fur on top of his head and scratched at his neck.
"He likes you," Julian said, smiling down at them.
"Well, I like him. Yes, I do, you adorable thing," Elle chuckled as Kash jumped up, trying to lick her face.
"Kash, no. Get down," Julian scolded him, grabbing onto his collar.
"It's okay. Huh, Kashy? You're just excited," Elle said, still talking to the dog.
Julian laughed a short laugh, looking astonished but amused at her.
"What?" She asked, smiling up at him.
"Oh, nothing. It's just that I call him 'Kashy' sometimes too," Julian said, beaming a smile at her.
"Oh. Ha. Yeah. I like to give nicknames sometimes," she said through a smile, blushing slightly as she stood up.
"I'm gonna take him out quickly. Make yourself at home. There's beer or whatever in the fridge," Julian said, clipping a leash onto Kash's collar as they made their way to the front door.
As the door closed with their exit, Elle couldn't help but think of how trusting Julian was to leave a known paparazzi in his apartment – even though he was right to trust her. She would never, ever betray his trust like her agent seemed to want her to. Julian meant way more to Elle than a silly paycheck she could get elsewhere.
Elle's eyes scanned over his eccentric decorations and knick-knacks, including a few of the more prestigious awards he had won over his career. Most of which adorned the top of his upright black piano against the wall in his living room. She could tell just by looking at his possessions that he was a fun person. The wall above his piano was dedicated to superheroes. All the memorabilia he had congregated around a large framed movie poster of The Flash, a movie he actually acted in. She smiled to herself, remembering how she watched the movie just to watch him.
She found herself wanting to get to know him even better than she already did. She wanted to know everything there was to know about him for her own personal pleasure, rather than sharing it with the world like any other pap would do. She wanted to know Julian on a level that most people didn't.
And she realized she did know him, to an extent, so much better than almost everyone on the planet. She shared her bed with him on many occasions. She saw him naked time and time again. The intimacy level they were on with one another was a level that most girls could only dream about. The thought of that made her smile smugly to herself as she moved on to his bookcase, her eyes skimming over his collection of books, appreciating that he seemed to be well-read.
The apartment door opened back up moments later as Kash ran back in with Julian following shortly behind.
"Hey," he greeted, smiling at her.
"Hi," she cooed, smiling back at him, but let her eyes fall to his decorations.
"You have an interesting collection of memorabilia here," she said, smirking at him.
"Mm. I have random taste in things," he said with a shrug, giving her an I-don't-give-a-fuck smirk.
"Like your random taste in women?" She countered playfully, cocking her eyebrow at him.
"I know an attractive female when I see one," he retorted, moving closer so they were almost touching.
His hands reached out, gripping onto her hips, pulling her flush against his body. There was only a second or two of hesitation before he pressed his lips hard against hers. Her arms instinctively snaked around his neck as the kiss deepened, their tongues dancing with one another's.
"Mmm," he moaned against her mouth and it made all the desire she was feeling for him pool between her legs.
She wanted him to take her right then and there. On the kitchen counter, on the couch, his bed – hell, she'd even let him fuck her against his piano. She just needed him to do it.
But he must have been on a different page as her because as soon as she was ready to rip both of their clothes off and make the first move, he pulled back, breaking the kiss. She looked up into his eyes, her mouth gaping, unable to hide her disappointment from his sudden abandonment.
"I didn't bring you here for this," he said quietly, looking almost guilty.
"Oh," she said just as quietly, which caused him to perk up slightly. Her lips turned up into a bashful smile and he gave her a wry smile in response.
"Does it make me a bad person that the thought of not having you right now kind of makes me feel like I am going to explode?" She asked him, feeling her cheeks flush hot at her personal admission. He laughed out loud as his smile grew even wider.
"We wouldn't want that to happen, now would we?" He theorized, his voice sounding husky and so hot.
"No, we wouldn't," she agreed, shaking her head lightly. He groaned, wrapping his hand around the back of her neck as his lips slammed into hers once again. His other hand wrapped around her waist as he began guiding her back toward his bed.
Her hands immediately began pushing up his shirt with the heels of her palms as she tried hard to concentrate on the rapid movement of their tongues and lips.
Only a half an hour earlier, she was standing on a street corner with Charlie, debating with him on where they should go to scout out celebrities. Now she was in the grips of Julian Reed's arms, completely enthralled by his bedroom bewitchment, ready to be taken by him on his bed in his upscale apartment.
Julian dropped his hands down, gripping onto the hem of her tank top before he ripped it up over her head and threw it to the ground, barely taking his lips off of hers in the process. Without missing a beat, Elle snaked her arms back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall forward against them. When he stepped back, her bra fell off of her arms and to the floor in the same moment that he pulled his own shirt off his body.
His hands came out and gripped her hips once again, pulling her against him, and this time she could feel the hardness that was pressing against her and knew he was more than ready for what was about to go down. It only fueled her fire. And when he dropped her back against the mattress, she needed no time to recover before she was pushing her jean shorts down her legs, toeing her sneakers off onto the floor with them.
He smirked at her as he quickly undid his own pants and pushed them to the floor, kicking out of his shoes in the same process. As he walked around to his nightstand to grab a condom, Elle took the opportunity to relieve herself from her panties as well.
Moments later, Julian was back in front of her, suiting himself up. When his attention fell back to her, he looked down at her with lust-filled, hooded eyes and it made her entire body tingle. God. He was so sexy. She almost couldn't handle the feelings that were coursing through her.
Elle watched as he licked his lips and stepped forward to her. Gripping onto her hips, he quickly tugged her toward him so her ass was right at the edge of his mattress.
"I have never gotten as turned on in all of my life than I did from what you just said to me," Julian confessed, smirking down at her.
A low giggled worked its way through her as she looked up at him, practically salivating at the thought of him being turned on by something she said.
"You are something else, Ace," he said, licking his lips again. Her cheeks blushed from the nickname as she giggled bashfully.
Julian leaned his body against hers to leave a kiss on her lips. His hardness pressed against her middle in the most agonizing, hottest way possible. She thought she might pass out from all the hormones and desire that were running amok through her body.
"Everything about you is just so... mmm," Julian grunted, pulling himself back up as he slowly ran his hands down her naked body.
"Remember how I said I was going to explode?" She asked him, with a challenging cock of her eyebrow.
"Mm-hmm," he hummed, smiling down at her.
"My fuse is almost up," she told him, trying to hurry him along. His smile went wider as he licked his lips again.
"Music to my ears," he breathed as he bit his lip sensually.
But instead of pressing himself inside of her, Julian had other plans. She watched as he dropped down to his knees in front of her, hooking her legs over his shoulder. Her stomach danced with excitement when she realized his intentions.
"Mm," he hummed, reaching to slip his fingers up and down her clef.
"Mmm," she moaned, closing her eyes at the pleasurable feeling of his touch.
"Elle, baby. You are so amazing," Julian cooed seconds before she felt his mouth on her.
"Ohhh," she shuddered out a breath at the warm feeling of his lips against her.
When his mouth began to move and his tongue began to flick against her clit, she knew she was going to absolutely drown in the lust she felt for him. One touch from him and she was reduced down to a puddle of hormones.
As his mouth continued on it's magical, erotic assailment on her, her body writhed beneath him as strings of curse-words and whimpers fell from her lips. She couldn't even think straight. And when he slipped two of his fingers inside her, fucking her with them while continuing to lick and suck her, she knew she was going to completely fall apart.
"Julian. Oh my fucking god," she whimpered as her back arched away from the bed, her thighs tightening against the sides of his head while she tugged on the silky strands of his hair.
"Holy fuck. Oh my god," she groaned as the pleasure continued to multiply within her.
She could feel the quickening in her belly and she wanted more than anything to let it consume her completely.
Julian's tongue and fingers moved faster yet, causing a loud moan to emanate out of her before she brought her hand up, biting at her knuckle while her other one still tugged at his hair.
"I'm gonna... I'm gonna... fuck," she wailed, unable to control the volume or cadence of her voice.
"Fuck. Julian. I'm coming," she whimpered as her body finally found it's climax, her hips pressing up against his mouth, wanting to ride the high for as long as she could.
When Julian finally let up, he left a sweet kiss on her inner thigh as he slipped his fingers out of her. As he gently pulled her legs off his shoulder, sitting back on his legs, she was left laying there, out of breath, completely fucked out of her mind.
"Ace," he cooed as he stood up, sliding his palm up her stomach.
"Mm," she hummed, opening her hooded eyes to look up at him.
"You... god, you are perfect," he expressed, causing a smile to turn up her lips.
"I've never wanted someone more in my life," he promised as he stepped between her legs, pressing her thighs to the sides of his hips.
"Mm. Same," she cooed, biting at her bottom lip.
He smiled at her momentarily before he looked down his body, gripping on to his length before gently lining himself up with her.
Elle was wrecked over this man and he knew it.
She looked up at him as he pressed the tip of his penis inside her, just slightly, smirking down at her. Her breathing shuddered and her eyes closed from the contact.
Yes, this was what she wanted. Him. She craved the feel of him inside of her.
When he retracted out of her in a playful motion, Elle let out an involuntary groan, her eyes snapping open to find his. He chuckled lightly and pressed in once more, but only the tip again. And seconds later, he retracted it. He did this a couple more times, really toying with her hormones and emotions, and just everything. She was a ticking time-bomb. Tick-tick-boom.
"Julian Parker Reed!" Elle snapped, which caused him to laugh out loud.
"I fucking hate you," she snapped playfully, glaring up at him.
"Except you don't," he said with a shit-eating-grin before he slammed fully into her in one quick motion.
"Holy fuck," she hissed loudly, her head involuntarily tipping back into the mattress as she let out a deep satisfying moan.
He pulled back out, almost completely before slamming into her again.
"Ohh!" She groaned as pleasure engulfed her.
When she opened her eyes again to look back up at him, he had a smug smirk on his face as he began a pleasing rhythm in and out of her. That fucker knew what he was doing to her. He knew she needed it – that she was practically begging for it.
Elle bit her lip to stifle the smirk that wanted to break through. He did a fantastic job of giving her exactly what she wanted, but on his own terms. Well played, Mr. Reed.
With every rock of his hips, another breath shuddered out of her. It was like sensory overload. She felt like her mind was scrambling from all the heightened feelings coursing through her - from lust to pleasure, to insanity and back, to complete euphoria, and most of all to, what she could no longer ignore, love.
She was completely head-over-heels, mind-numbingly, soul-crushingly, completely enrapturing, wonderfully beautiful, all-consumingly in love with him. She knew she couldn't deny it anymore. She had fallen for him long before he knew who she was. But after getting to know him; sharing silly, sweet moments with him; and also some of the most intense orgasms she had ever had in her life, she knew she had completely fallen in love with him. She was sure of it.
Her mind broke out of her thoughts when she felt the intense pressure of another orgasm quicken deep within her.
"Julian," she whimpered, biting at her lip as she squeezed her eyes shut, pressing tears she didn't know were there out of her eyes.
"Yes, baby," he answered, grunting through his rapid strokes.
"Oh my god," she whimpered, feeling like she was about to explode with all her desire.
"Mm. Yes, baby," he cooed, gripping harder to her thighs, pushing himself faster yet.
"Gonna come," she whimpered.
"Mm. Me too," he grunted as he kept up his break-neck speed.
"Oh, fuck. Julian," she whined as her insides felt like they were exploding and imploding at the same time in an intense eruption of pleasure.
"Mm. Elle, fuck," he grunted as he too found his climax, pressing forward against her body, his rhythm ceasing altogether.
This side of his face pressed against her chest, both of their breathing coming out in heavy bursts, trying to catch their breaths.
Holy fuck. She had never in her life had such amazing daytime sex.
When her senses finally began to work again, she smiled to herself, craning her neck to try to see Julian's face resting against her. His eyes were closed, his breathing evened out. He almost looked like he'd fallen asleep. She bit her lip and brought her hands up to run her fingers gently through his hair.
"Mm. Feels good," he mumbled against her skin.
She smiled again as she continued. His body was nearly crushing her with his weight, but she didn't want him to move an inch off of her. It was almost comforting having him blanketed around her. No matter how close she was to him, she always wanted to be closer. She couldn't help herself around him. He was perfect and he was perfect for her.
"Mmm. You are an ace, Ace," he chuckled, finally lifting his head to look at her. His expression was full of exhaustion and she felt it in her bones.
"That was all you, I promise," she cooed as she smiled bashfully at him.
"I'm starting to realize I can't live without this – without you," he said as he pressed his hands into the mattress to pull himself up before he dropped down on the bed, tugging her into his arms.
Elle's entire stomach turned with his words. He said them so nonchalantly and didn't seem phased by the severity of what they meant. He couldn't live without her? She hadn't realized the depths of his feelings. Hell, she hadn't even contemplated him having serious feelings for her at all, let alone those kinds of feelings.
Everything exploded within her and she was left with a giddy feeling wanting to shoot out of her like fireworks.
In that moment, she knew she was truly and utterly happy. She was in love with him and it could no longer be helped.