How You Take Me (7 page)

He looks up and sees the pained expression on my face.
Immediately, he moves his hands away from my buttons and just holds
me. I shake my head and press his hand back to my breast. “I
just don't want you to be losing so much sleep and weight,” I
tell him, running my thumb over his cheek.

“
That's easy.” His lips quirk up. “All
you have to do is sleep and eat with me. That's a sure fire way of
getting my appetite up.”

I smile at his cheeky answer, and bend down to kiss him.
He responds immediately, our kiss quickly deepening with our
desires. He unbuttons my blouse and slides it off my shoulders.
Unclasping my bra, he pulls it down my arms and his breath catches as
he admires my half-naked body. He is lying on the pillow, staring
with raw lust down my bare shoulders to my breasts. His eyes trail
down to the scar at my side and he swallows. “Sophia,”
he breathes softly.

I bring his hand up to touch the scar. “Feel it,”
I tell him. “Feel me.”

Very carefully, he runs a finger across the jagged scar.
His breath, when he finally exhales, is ragged. He opens his mouth,
but I put a finger to his lips to silence him. Very slowly, I trail
my finger down his chin, his neck, and down his chest. I draw
tantalizing, languid circles around his nipples, and see his eyelids
flutter shut. When I scrape my fingernail across his chest and over
his nipple, he shivers and catches my wrists.

His hips buck as he yanks me off him and flings me onto
the bed. I land on my back, my wrists twisting in his grip. He lets
go of me to unbuckle my skirt and slide it down my legs. Without
removing my panties, he slides his hand between my legs and begin to
massage my clit.

He continues rubbing me through the silk of my panties
as his mouth closes over my breast and sucks hard on my nipple. He
takes my nipple between his teeth and rolls it gently, before nipping
it and licking it. I arch my back for him to take more. Cupping my
butt with his hands, he finally pulls my wet panties down my legs.
He kneels between my parted legs, and pushes his own pants down.
Kicking away the last shred of clothing between us, he leans in to
me, slowly lowering his body to mine so that we can feel the heat of
our skin on each other.

I wrap my arms around his beautiful, naked body
immediately, running my hands all over his long, lean body. I feel
his tight butt, his waist, his strong, defined back and his hard,
huge cock. I run my legs up and down the length of his, and he
starts to move his body against mine, giving delicious friction to my
erect nipples and throbbing, swelling clitoris. I can feel an
impending orgasm building from my hips, the liquid heat spreading
throughout my body. Julian continues moving against me, his eyes
holding mine until my eyes flutter shut at the pleasure that is
cresting to an uncontrollable climax. I shudder and arch my back, my
muscles tensing and clenching as my orgasm pulses through every nerve
in my body. Julian takes my breast into his mouth and suckles me
hard as I come. The pleasure is so unbearable that I dig my nails
into his hair, his back until the last shudders of the sudden orgasm
subsides. My breathing is heavy and ragged as I blink up at him.

Julian is looking at me with dark, lust-filled eyes. He
pushes my legs further apart and swiftly goes down on me. I gasp as
I feel his tongue pushing against my vagina, lapping up my folds
towards my pulsing clit. He sucks at the juices flowing out of me,
smearing them all over my pussy lips and engorged nub. Tasting me,
eating me, licking every inch of me, Julian closes 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 groin. “Sophia,” he grits out.

I close my eyes and keep moving as he pounds hard and
fast into me. There isn't time to prepare my mind and body for the
sudden ferocious orgasm that whips through me. The shattering
pleasure explodes from my hip to every nerve in my body, and I scream
his name over and over again. His name is still on my lips when I
open my eyes and see his handsome face above me, his fingers
caressing my erect, glistening nipples. He kisses my eyelids and
pulls his cock out of me. I see him smirk when I whimper at the
sudden emptiness. Turning my trembling body in its side, he kisses
my shoulder and continues kissing down the curve of my waist and
hips. I push back against his body, feeling his erection stabbing
into my butt.

Breathing heavily, Julian pulls me up gently by the
waist. I lower myself on my elbows and knees, letting him take me
from behind. He pushes into me easily, and begins to thrust
furiously. He is not fucking me gently this time, but hard and
urgent. The need, the hunger, the lust is almost primal and feral.
I begin to pant and he moves his hand from my hip to stroke my
clitoris. He slicks my juices over my nub and rubs it, harder and
harder in time with his thrusts. I feel his lips on my shoulder, his
teeth nipping my ear before kissing down my back. My name tears from
his throat just as I climax. His own release follows swiftly, and my
walls milk his cock greedily and repeatedly as he shudders and pulses
in me. Letting out a shaky breath, he continues moving in me until
finally, he slides completely out of me and we collapse on the bed.

His strong arms find me immediately, pulling me against
his chest. I can feel his heart thudding strongly against my palm.
“Can you feel my heart?” he whispers, smiling.

I nod.

“
It's yours,” he says simply.

I blush deeply and look down.

“
Now, let me feel yours,” Julian says, his
eyes gleaming with mischief.

I swat his hand away. “You just want to feel me
up!”

“
Well, it's the position of your heart. That's
just how the human body is built. I can't help it if I have to put
my hand over your gorgeous breast to feel your heart...” he
deadpans and cups his hand over my breast. His fingers begin to
tease my nipple, which responds to his touch instantly. It lengthens
and hardens until Julian loses his facade of restraint. Lowering his
head, he suckles me hard, making me gasp in pain and pleasure.

Weakly, I push him away and when he kisses me, I can
feel the smile on his lips.

“
Satisfied much?” I ask, arching one
eyebrow.

“
Very.” Julian sighs deeply and pulls me
tighter into his arms. “Stay, Sophia. Stay here, with me.”

“
I love you, Julian, but I won't stay. I want us
to be together, but not living together. Not yet,” I reply
softly but firmly.

He sits up immediately, staring at me. “What are
your plans?” he asks quietly at last.

I smile, and take his hand. “I'm going to apply
for a proper job. I worked as a secretary before and I was a darned
good one. I'm sure if I looked hard enough, I'll get the position I
want. I just haven't been looking, and I haven't been applying
myself. I sort of just wallowed and wandered, and drifted for longer
than necessary. It's time. It's time to stop dying and start
living.” Julian smiles when I quote his exact words back to
him.

“
But you could still stay here and work...”
Julian argues.

I shake my head adamantly. “No. I'd like to work
and pay my own rent. Have some space, some independence, some time.
And I'd really like to go out with you...sometime. Lots of times.
Every weekend and every...” I stop myself before I can blurt
out 'every day'. I do want to be with him, but I have to stop myself
from diving off the cliff and landing in a bloody heap at the foot of
whichever man I've allowed to hold me captive. I have to grow a
spine, and thirty is a late age to be growing one. But never late
than never.

Julian tilts his head at me, studying me. His frown
gradually subsides and a smile creeps over his rugged features. “A
secretary, eh?” He rubs his chin, making a dramatic show of
pondering over my words. “I think there just might be an
opening at the hospital where I work. No, no, I'm serious. The
Director's office is looking for a secretary and if you could type up
your resume, I'll drop it off for you at the HR Department. That's
all I can do. The rest is up to you. You'll have to go through the
interview and stringent recruitment process like everyone else. No
pulling strings and no preferential treatment just because you slept
with their brilliant resident consultant.” He wags his finger
sternly at me, but the curve at the corner of his lip cracks his
otherwise convincingly stony expression.

“
Pulling strings? Sleeping with their sexy
consultant? I wouldn't dream of it,” I tease back. “I'm
a good, naughty secretary.” I wink at him.

His eyes widen and he tackles me on the bed, tickling me
mercilessly. I shriek and attack him back, but he is impervious to
my assault. How can anyone not be ticklish? Despite my best
efforts, I have made hardly a dent in his impenetrable, unticklish
armor.

Finally, he stops tickling me and just holds me,
allowing me to catch my breath.

“
I think that would be really nice,” he
says, stroking a strand of hair away from my face. “Seeing you
at work every day.”

I start. “But you don't check in at the hospital
every day. You work from home.”

“
I think...my schedule is due for a change. I
should cut back on my research, and see more of my patients.”

“
But that would mean two, three hours' drive, at
the very least, for you every day, to and fro...”