I could feel Julian's cock swell inside me, and I knew he was close. I looked into his eyes, knowing I was close too. Julian's hips sped up even faster, and our bodies tensed before both of us exploded, his cock filling me up as he pulled me tight, my pussy clenching around him as I felt my second orgasm crash over me. Both of us stayed that way, our eyes locked on each other, our hips locked together, our hearts beating in one, a timeless moment that stretched on forever.
Chapter 15
Julian
After making love the first time, we fell asleep together, and I woke up about two hours or so later, the warm feeling of Krystal's body spooned against mine filling me with happiness. I kissed the ebony cloud of her hair, instantly intoxicated again by her scent.
She pulled my arm around her chest and laid my palm on her left breast above her heart. With the feeling of her ripe breast in my hand and her beautifully curved ass pressed against my cock, I was in heaven, but my body was still tired, and wasn't ready for another round yet. Instead, I lay there in quiet contemplation as she woke up from her own nap, hugging my arms tightly. "I've never felt that before."
"Me either," I said honestly. In my head, I could see a parade of all the women I'd fucked. It was a long list; I'd been a player for a decade. It didn't matter, though. Hollywood starlet, university co-ed, overseas exotic seductress or a Mom and apple pie American beauty, none of them had caused in me the feelings and sensations that I felt with Krystal. My playing days were over, that was for sure. "Krystal, I know you said it before, but my past, there's a lot of skeletons in my closet."
"I know," Krystal said, turning in my arms to look me in the eyes. "Julian, it doesn't matter. I'm not saying I'm always going to be happy about your past, or about the things you've done. But the man I've come to know over the past few weeks . . . that's who you are now. That's the man you've grown into, and the man I've fallen in love with."
I blinked, and kissed her forehead. "I promise, no matter what, anything from my past, it will never poison how I feel about you. I love you."
Krystal snuggled against my chest, and we held each other in comfortable silence for a few more minutes. When her stomach grumbled loudly, we both laughed. "Didn't you eat on the flight from New York?" I asked, rubbing the silky soft skin of her belly. I was glad Krystal isn't ticklish. "Or did you just work up that much of an appetite?"
"Both. They didn't serve any food on the flight, and I only grabbed a quick sandwich inside JFK. And yes, making love with you is very energetic."
I chuckled and rolled out of bed, snatching my underpants from the floor. "Well then, I guess I'll just have to raid the fridge. I can't have you starving to death in bed on me."
She smacked my butt as I pulled on my shorts, laughing. "You're not allowed in my fridge, remember? I told you, one of my rules is not to mess with the kitchen stuff."
I jumped up in mock outrage, rubbing my backside. "Hey! I've been cleaning up after myself. Besides, when you said that, if I remember correctly, you said something about deboning too. Now, after what we just did, do you really want to de-bone me?"
Krystal's black eyes glittered with glee as she got my joke, and she threw a pillow at me. "Just for that terrible pun, I'm going to put you on dishwashing duty for a week. Meanwhile, go get some clothes on, and I'll meet you in the kitchen. If we're going to be together, you need to at least learn the basics. I'll show you how to make something."
I nodded, snatched my clothes off the floor and ran across to my room, for the first time in a long time excited about learning something. Then again, I'd never had a teacher as sexy as Krystal. I pulled on some of my house clothes, just a regular t-shirt and lounge pants that I wore a lot, coming out to find Krystal happily arranging things, her hair tied up in a quick bun that outlined the graceful curve of her neck and the beautiful contours of her face. I stopped short when I realized what she was wearing. "That's my t-shirt."
She looked down at the Nike shirt, and nodded. "Yep. I saw it lying on the floor, you must have forgotten it."
I looked at her, my eyebrow raised. "Now, I seem to remember that I wasn't wearing a t-shirt under what I was wearing today. In fact, I am sure of it."
Krystal blushed, her skin going an even cuter shade of olive, and she looked at me bashfully. "Maybe I happened to have grabbed it a few days ago?"
I crossed over to the kitchen and pulled her into another deep kiss, our bodies melding together like they were designed for each other. "You've wanted me for a while," I said, setting her down. Before she could confirm or deny, I smiled. "Me too. But until the other day, I just wasn't sure I'd ever be good enough for you."