Her Most Precious Confession [R -18]
The bedroom was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting silver patterns across the tangled sheets and the two figures intertwined upon them.
Julian held her close, his arms wrapped around her naked shoulders, her head resting against his chest. The warmth of their bodies mingled in the cool night air, creating a cocoon of intimacy that shut out the rest of the world.
He pressed his lips to her forehead and whispered into the darkness:
"I promise I’ll figure this out.
I promise I won’t let you down. I promise you’re not just another woman to me.
You’re everything."
Felberta squeezed her eyes shut, a single tear rolling down her cheek.
It was tears of joy.
She finally let herself truly believe for the first time in what felt like years. She tilted her head upwards, gazing at him through tear filled crimson eyes. Her long, black hair sprawled on top of his pale skin, framing a perfectly strong facial profile against which her small fingers grazed tracing his jawline and the firm bone below.
"Julian..." her voice was shaky with a palpable vulnerability she never once show anyone. "I...I don’t know how to do this. I’ve never...I’ve never let anyone this close before."
His golden eyes softened with a hint of genuine amusement and longing.
"Me neither. Not this close. Not like this.
Not really."
"Your body is so warm," Felberta breathed in wonder, pressing tighter into him, "I’ve always been cold.
Always.
But with you...""With me?"
Julian prompted gently. "I don’t feel cold. Anymore," she admitted, her breath quickening against him as she could feel his heart pulsing steadily, so very differently from her own frantic heart.
"I feel...I feel safe.
And warm and...and..." Her cheeks flared to a deep rose at her inability to continue.
"And?"
Julian teased, his voice softening to a low, husky whisper as he felt her body thrumming against him. "Tell me.
What else do you feel?"
Felberta’s blush spread from her cheeks to the rest of her body, she could feel the pressure her chest put on him as she leaned more heavily into him. She buried her face against his chest, ashamed of the thoughts running wild in her mind and the desire she was beginning to feel for him. "I feel...I feel you," she murmured into his shirt, her fingers tugging at his collar.
"Your body. Against mine.
It’s... " "It’s what?
Come on, Felberta.
Say it. Use your words," Julian prompted, her words causing her to melt into him even more, her own body aching and tingling for more. She grumbled against his chest, "It’s... It’s making me feel things that...
Things I never knew I could feel."
He delicately lifted her chin until her gaze met his.
"What things?"
Felberta’s crimson eyes were Wide, filled with that same vulnerability from before.
"Desire," she whispered breathlessly, the confession stolen on her lips, "Want, Need. I want you, Julian," she confessed her voice barely above a whisper and if she hadn’t already thought it was impossible, she was certain her cheeks couldn’t get any hotter then they were, "I know it’s to soon, but when you hold me like this, when you’re this close...I want...I need... " she couldn’t finish, didn’t need to. Julian’s mouth devoured hers in a kiss that held no gentleness whatsoever.
It held hunger, passion held back and lust, raw and untamed and burning under the surface.
Felberta gasped against his mouth, her hands clenching, nails Digging into his shoulder blades through his soft undershirt. He pulled back slightly just enough to look at her, his golden eyes flaring, his breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. "I want you too," he growled roughly, "God, Felberta. I’ve wanted you since the first time you laughed.
Since I watched your carefully built defenses crumble around you.
I want you so much my chest hurts when I’m not touching you." She blushed a bright crimson again, a small, timid, yet hopeful smile playing at her lips as she looked up at him. "Then...
Then take me," she whispered. "Please. I don’t want to wait any longer."
Julian’s heart hammered in his chest, pounding against her cheek pressed against his chest.
*[She’s so beautiful.][So vulnerable.][So trusting.]
[I can’t believe she’s giving this to me.]
* He kissed her once more, slowly this time, savoring every delicate, feminine kiss she granted him, as his hand slid down her back, caressing the curve of her spine, dipping into her waist, trailing across her hip bone before cupping her bare buttock firmly.
Felberta shivered under his touch, arching into his grasp. "Julian..." she breathed against his lips, her eyes fluttering closed again. "Tell me what you want," Julian whispered, trailing hot kisses along her jaw and neck, his fingers tracing her thigh above her hem.
"Tell me, and I promise, I’ll give it all to you." "I want you," she whispered, a tremor passing through her. "I want all of you.
I want to feel you...everywhere."
His mouth pressed down in the curve of her neck, and she gasped, her whole body tingling as he said, "Patience. I want to take my time with you tonight. I want to remember every inch of you." Her blush crept into her chest.
"You’re...you’re going to kill me out of embarrassment," she managed with a tiny groan.
He chuckled softly, his breath warm against her collarbone, "Not tonight, my love. I have rather extensive plans for you this evening.
Very detailed ones."
Felberta blushed to her very roots, but her crimson eyes did not waver. She tilted her chin up and, drawing him closer, she began to kiss him again, this time with pure unadulterated fire. They came together, moving in the moonlight as a single entity exploring each other; discovering each other’s rhythm, each other’s touch.
Julian’s hands explored her body with devoted intensity- his thumbs stroking across the tips of her breasts, grazing over her sensitive aureoles, as he felt her arch off the bed with a soft moan of pleasure and desperation.
"You’re...you’re so sensitive," Julian murmurred wonderingly against her skin. "I’ve never...
Ahhh~ no one has ever..."
"Shhh~," Julian whispered, interrupting with a tender finger brushing against her parted lips.
"Let me be the first.
Let me be the only one to show you what it’s like." A swell of emotion bloomed in Felberta’s chest at his softly spoken words. He lowered his head further, his tongue teasing and caressing each of her nipples.
Felberta groaned and arched her back off the mattress as Julian paid similar attentions to her second breast.
"Julian!"
Her last name became her only prayer on her lips.
He explored every millimeter of her in meticulous detail and brought her repeatedly to the precipice of an experience she’d never known even existed, only to withdraw until he saw her squirm against him, pleading without knowing what she begged for.
"Please," she moaned, her voice thick with emotion and exhaustion, "Oh, please."
"Please what?"
he whispered between kisses, his breath ragged and heavy.
"I...I don’t know!"
she cried. "Just...please! I need...
I need... Something!
I don’t know what!"
He met her tear filled gaze again before drawing her into him once more kiss.
"Let me take care of you, Felberta," he whispered into her hair, pressing one last desperate kiss between her breasts, "Trust me."