Instead, he hovered over her, lavishing more attention on her breasts. He kneaded and tasted her flesh, nipping at the tight peaks and flicking over them with his tongue until her back arched off the bed. Then, with one nipple drawn into his mouth, his hand slid down her stomach to delve between them. As he had at the chapel, his fingertips sought out her most sensitive flesh. He stroked over her in soft circles, building up another climax.

 He slipped one finger inside her, stroking in and out of her tight body while his thumb still teased at her apex. The sensations coursing through her were so intense. She was desperate to keep her eyes open, yet no matter how hard she fought, they kept closing so she could savor the feeling.

 He added a second finger, stretching her body wider and intensifying the ache in her belly. She easily accommodated him, anxious and ready for everything he had to offer.

 That was when he pulled away. Gretchen’s eyes flew open in time to see him reach for something beside the bed. A condom, she realized, as he quickly applied it and returned to the bed. As he moved across the mattress, his hands slipped behind her knees and bent them, drawing her legs up and spreading her wider for him.

 Julian hovered over her then, watching her with a curious expression on his face. Then he lowered his face to hers and kissed her. Gretchen wrapped her arms around his neck and gave herself over to the kiss.

 He rocked forward in short, slow strokes, rubbing the tip of his erection against her, picking up where his hands had left off a moment ago. She felt the orgasm building up inside her again. He sped up, rubbing over her sensitive flesh again and again as her cries escalated.

 She was about to come a second time. She could feel the tension in her, about to break. “Julian,” she gasped, clinging to his neck. “Yes, yes!” she cried out as she went over the edge.

 That’s when he entered her in one quick thrust. Pleasure. Pain. It was so fast, she almost didn’t realize what had happened until it was done. She gasped with a mix of surprise and release as the last tremors of her orgasm traveled through her body.

 Julian held himself remarkably still, even as he was buried deep inside her. His eyes were closed, a look of near pain on his face.

 “Are you okay?” she asked.

 His brows drew together as he looked down at her. “Aren’t I supposed to be the one asking that question?”

 “I suppose, but you’re the one that looks like you’re being hurt.”

 He shook his head. “Oh, it doesn’t hurt. Not at all. I’m just trying to restrain myself a little.”

 Testing the waters, he eased out slowly and thrust forward again. Gretchen’s body lit up with tiny pinpricks of sensation, most of them wonderful. “Don’t. It’s done. Now make love to me, Julian. Please.”

 With a curt nod, he shifted his weight and moved in her again with agonizing restraint. Now it was his turn to groan aloud. The feeling was amazing, but Gretchen couldn’t help watching Julian’s responses. She loved that she was able to give him pleasure, something she hadn’t entirely considered before this moment.

 Any residual soreness faded away as his movements came faster. Feeling more bold, she drew her knees up, cradling him between her thighs. The movement allowed him to move deeper, and she gasped as she adjusted to the feeling.

 Julian swore against her cheek, a low rumble of approval that vibrated to her core. “You feel so amazing, but if you keep moving like that, I’m going to lose it.”

 “Lose it,” she encouraged. She wanted him to lose control because of her. “Like you said earlier, we’ve got all night.”

 “Yes, we do.”

 Closing his eyes, Julian moved harder into her, the quick thrusts pushing him over the edge in mere minutes. His muscles tensed beneath the skin, his breath labored. She watched as he surged into her one last time, his jaw dropping open with a silent groan and shudder that ran through his whole body.

 And then it was done. It was official. Gretchen was no longer a pathetic twenty-nine-year-old virgin. Julian rolled off onto his side and collapsed back against the bed with ragged breaths.

 Gretchen could only lie there and smile as she gazed up at the ceiling. They’d just finished, and she couldn’t wait to do it again.

 * * *

 A familiar sound roused Julian from his satiated sleep. One eye pried open to look at the screen on his cell phone as it charged on the nearby nightstand. It was the last number he wanted to see, especially at such an early hour, but it was the one he’d been anticipating all week. He’d had a feeling something wasn’t quite right with his brother, and he was usually spot-on with that.

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