How You Take Me by Natalie Kristen Page A

his eyes and
devours me as he forces my legs wide apart. My hands move up to my
puckered nipples and I tug them lightly. My fingers run across my
breasts, teasing them and rubbing against my nipples. Julian's eyes
flick up to see what my hands are doing and I hear him murmur in
appreciation. His eyes hold mine, looking intently into my face as
his tongue pushes deep into me. I gasp, and he slides his tongue in
and out of me, fucking me with his tongue. When he moves up to lick
my clit, his fingers take over and he pumps into me with one, two
then finally three fingers. He moves slowly at first, letting me
adjust to the width before increasing the pace when I relax and my
juices provide ample lubrication. He sucks harder and when he
licks at my throbbing, scorching clitoris, I come undone with a cry.
The climax is even fiercer than the first, and my vagina walls clench
hard against his fingers, pulling him deeper into me and not wanting
to let go. I am still panting hard when he pulls me into his
embrace.
    “ You okay?”
    I can only nod. He looks searchingly into my face until
I nod again, my eyelids fluttering slightly. He reaches over to his
bedside drawer to pull out a condom. I take it from him with a coy
smile and rip open the wrapper. He grits his teeth when I take his
erect cock in my palm and roll the condom on for him inch by tortuous
inch. I close my palm around his girth, feeling how huge and hard he
is. My eyes flutter and my breath comes in short, quick spurts as I
wonder briefly if it will hurt when he penetrates me. Yet I want him
inside of me. I want our bodies to join, the same way our hearts are
beginning to. The pull is irresistible, the bond and the want
undeniable.
    We are both kneeling on the bed and I reach my arms up
to circle his neck. He leans in to kiss me, and he seems to see the
spark of lust and fear in my eyes. “We'll take it slowly,”
he assures me and his arms move to support my back and waist as he
lowers me onto the bed.
    Still kissing me, he pushes my legs apart with his and
the tip of his cock slides against the wet walls of my vagina. He
tests my readiness by sliding one finger into me, feeling my growing
wetness. He thumbs my clit and continues sliding his finger gently
in and out of me, until he is sure I am wet enough for him. Licking
at my nipples, he raises one of my legs and pushes it towards my
breast, opening me up wider. Very slowly, he explores my slit with
his cock, pushing gently, not penetrating me immediately, but seeking
and teasing, allowing only the head of his cock to dip into my hole.
Unable to bear it any longer, I close my eyes and breathe, “Please.”
    With our eyes locked, he pushes into me slowly. Inch by
inch, I feel him slide into me. When he is fully inside me, I sigh
and clench around him, feeling his rigid length buried in me. Raking
my fingers through his hair, I pull his head down to kiss him.
    “ You feel so good,” he whispers, his breath
catching. “You're so tight and so wet, Sophia. So fucking
sweet.”
    I clench around him as he begins to move. Sliding
himself smoothly in and out of me, he raises my other leg and I
automatically wrap my legs behind his solid back. He begins to pump
me with a steady rhythm, his eyes holding mine as he raises my arms
up over my head. My hands find the headboard and I grip it tightly,
my pleasure intensifying as his hands close over mine. I am pinned
beneath his hard, moving body, his hands gripping mine. I look down
to see where our bodies are joined, to see his rock hard cock
thrusting into me and my breasts bouncing with his rhythm. The sight
makes me arch my back and a soft moan escapes my lips. Why had we
waited so long for this? This is how we were meant to be, together,
having each other, giving and taking each other. This is how I want
it to be, for a long time.
    I plant my feet on the bed and raise my hips to grind
into him. I move in tight, urgent circles against his body, rubbing
my clit against his