11 — “Fk me, Julian…”

My body is on fire.

Our lips only part for a breath to fill my lungs, but soon our mouths are together again and our tongues intertwine in a slow, enveloping pace… with an intensity that I never imagined be possible.

Julian's hands are exploring every inch of my skin, but it doesn't seem like that's enough because he's constantly trying to find out more about the parts of my body. And I want to get rid of all these clothes as soon as possible. I want him to get rid of his as well — which is why my nervous fingers search for the buttons of his shirt, without breaking the kiss.

I unbutton the first ones, allowing his cologne to get even stronger. And I can't help but caress his collarbones, which are bulging from the workout. I bite his lip, tugging slightly as my fingers search for the next buttons.

Julian grunts against my lips and moves them apart, sliding his mouth down my chin and even lower, to kiss my neck. I inflate my lungs again and tilt my head back, allowing him to leave a w