The Secrets That We Keep (4 page)

I
’m startled awake as I feel wandering hands roaming my body. I glance at the bright red light coming from the digital clock on the nightstand and discover it is six thirty in the morning. I am so not a morning person. I might be able to be a morning person if morning started around noon. Given the current circumstances though, I don’t mind waking up this early.

I am lying on my back and Julian is on his right side facing me with his eyes closed, his left hand is grazing over my stomach and side and slowly making its way down my right thigh and then back up. He is slowly torturing me. I like it.

When his hand reaches the top of my leg he slowly moves his fingers towards my inner thigh and then to my left thigh and back up to my stomach. I’m trying to keep as still as possible so that maybe he’ll continue with his sensual touches in hopes of waking me up.

His fingers are splayed across the lower part of my stomach
with my shirt pushed up and his pinky and ring finger slip under the waistband of my pink undies. He slowly moves his fingers further and further down. My breath hitches. I know my chest is rising up and down at a faster pace than someone’s who is supposed to be asleep.

I suddenly feel his breat
h on my neck and his body is pressed up against me.

“I know you’
re awake Annabella,” he whispers with his deep, accent laced voice.

“
Mmm,” is all I can come up with.

He chuckles and starts kissing
, licking and nibbling on my neck, all the way from behind my ear, down to the base of my throat. His hand slips further down, not quite where I want it to be but close enough to drive me crazy. I push my hips up slightly hoping it will put his fingers where I need them to be. It doesn’t, and he knows what I’m trying to do.

“Be patient
, Annabella. I want to take my time with you. I want to savor you. I want to feel your body writhe underneath me, and then…” he stops talking while he rubs his fingers up and down over my wetness, teasing me in the way he knows I like; almost completely entering me but pulling them out and then grazing over my clit. “And then,” he continues, “I will make sure you are completely satiated, fulfilled in every way possible and completely exhausted.” I moan in anticipation.

He pulls his hand out and I let out a whiny noise, expressing my displeasure with the loss of his touch.

Julian situates himself in between my legs, which are now parted with my feet firmly on the mattress. He tugs my boy shorts down and I raise my hips to help the process. He pulls my shirt up over my head and throws it on the floor. I’m completely naked for his viewing pleasure and his eyes scan over my body, filled with lust and desire.

He
hovers over me giving me a deep sensual kiss. I go to wrap my arms around his back and he pulls them away, pinning them above my head. It’s obvious he’s going to be in control for a while, but I plan on taking over soon.

I feel his lips and his tongue making their way along
my face down to my chest, the stubble on his face lightly scratching my skin. His mouth slowly makes its way down to my stomach while his hands are exploring my breasts. My body is responding to his every touch, and just like he wanted, I am writhing beneath him.

His hands drop to my hips
and he scoots his body further down, his head between my legs. He starts leaving kisses across my inner thighs, making the slow torturous journey to the place I’m dying for him to be. He looks up at me and I’m biting my lip and trying to move my body closer to his mouth. He smirks at me.

I finally feel
the sensual slide of his tongue run up and down. It isn’t rough, it isn’t needy, it is soft and teasing and completely mind blowing. This is how it always starts, soft, slow and sensual. And we eventually can’t control ourselves any longer and will happily lose control with each other.

His mouth covers
my clit and he sucks slightly.

“Oh God, Julian.
Mmm,” I moan out.

He ha
s his hands on the underside of my thighs, lifting my legs up and parting me wider. He licks and kisses and sucks and has me gripping the back of his head to bring him closer. I want to feel his tongue inside of me and I am starting to lose control.

Julian thrust
s his tongue in and out, up and down until I am about to come undone.

“Julian
please,” I pant. “I need you, come fuck me, please,” I practically beg.

Julian
lets out a growl, pulls his boxer briefs off and adjusts his body until he is on his knees in between mine.

“You r
eady to feel me, baby?” he asks. Like he even needs to.

“Yes!”

He crawls on top of me and kisses me while he rubs his hard length against my wetness. I can feel it sliding over me and I am trying to adjust my body to get it to slip in. Julian is still teasing me, making me want him more than I already do. I pull his face closer to mine and suck his tongue into my mouth. He groans and takes my bottom lip in between his teeth.

He leans back and positions
himself at my wet opening, his rough hands grip my thighs and he holds my legs up. Finally, he thrusts himself into me, hard and deep.

“Oh, yes baby, yes!” I yell
out, finally able to relish in the intense pleasure that he has given to me.

Julian let
s out a moan. “Baby, you got me so hard,” he says while still thrusting into me.

“Oo
h, I can feel it baby, you feel so good,” I pant out.

He put
s my legs over his shoulders and if possible, he goes even deeper. I try to reach behind me to grip onto the top of the headboard, but can’t reach so I fist the sheets in my hands while moaning and grunting with pleasure.

He takes my legs off his shoulders and w
e roll over, still connected, until I am on top of him. He grasps my hips while I rise up and down on him.

“Oh yeah, baby. Yes, tha
t feels so good,” Julian grunts. “God, you’re so wet.”

“
Mmm, yeah.” I moan. “You get me this wet.” I start to grind on him, trying to get him deeper inside of me. I lift my legs to where my feet are planted onto the mattress on either side of him. He is able to get deeper this way, and I love the feeling.

“Oh fuck yeah,” h
e growls while pushing and pulling my hips back and forth on top of him.

“Oh my God, Julian
!” I scream out. “I’m about to come. God, I’m about to come, it feels so good.”

“Yes baby, come for me, come all over my dick, I want to feel it.”

My body tightens, my nails dig into his chest and he keeps the rhythm going. I can no longer move my body by myself. The pleasure is too intense.

“Yes! Shit. Oh my God,
” I cry out and collapse on his hard, sweaty chest.

Julian ha
s slowed his pace and I try to get my bearings back.

“I love feeling you come,
Annabella. You’re so sexy.”

I kiss
his neck and slowly get off of him, my legs quivering.

He quickly turns my body over and has
me lying on my stomach. His hands lift my hips to where my ass is in the air. He enters me from behind and we both cry out in pleasure.

“Shit. This feels so good,
” he bellows. Julian keeps thrusting in and out, hard and deep. His hands are on my hips and he pulls me into him with each thrust.

My hands have
a tight grip on the sheets and I’m pretty sure I’m biting them too. He is so big and hard and in this position, it only seems bigger and harder. His hand reaches around and rubs circles over my clit.

“Ooh, yeah,
” I grunt out.

He keeps his steady pace then pulls his hand back and smacks
me across the ass.

“God!
Yeah!” I yell out.

Julian is
groaning and grunting and I know he is getting close. I slam my ass back and start grinding on his dick.

“F
uck! I’m gonna come,” he growls.

I stop
grinding and let him thrust into me.

“Yeah, come for
me baby, let me feel it,” I say to him, spurring him on. After a few more thrusts, his body stiffens and he yells out. His body collapses on mine for a little bit while he gets his breath back, and then he slowly pulls out and falls on his back next to me.

I roll over onto my back and lock
my hand around a couple of his fingers. We are too hot and sweaty to be trying to cuddle. My thought process is, if you’re able to snuggle up all close together after sex, then you must not be doing it right. I need time to catch my breath and cool down before cuddling.

“God, you’re amazing
,” I say to him.

He looks over at me and smiles
. “Nah, we’re amazing.”

“You’re right, w
e have some amazing sex.” I smile at him. “People would be jealous of our sex life if they knew how great we were,” I say with a laugh.

Julian laughs
with me. “Yep, and that wasn’t even half of what we do,” he says with a wicked smile.

He’
s right. We can get pretty kinky. We are perfect for each other.

Julian looks
over at the clock. “Damn, I gotta get to work.”

We take
turns going to the bathroom and cleaning ourselves up. I go back to the bed and let my body drop down. I don’t even want to think about getting up yet. My body is exhausted and I want to sleep.

Fortunately for me, I can
go back to sleep for a little while. I do have to go out and photograph some people today but that isn’t until one this afternoon. Julian, unfortunately, has to go to work soon.

Julian comes
walking out of the bathroom, still naked, and slightly hard still. He sure is nice to look at. I can’t help but stare down at his defined abs that lead to that incredible V.

“You better put some clothes on, or we’re going to have t
o have another romp in the sack,” I say to him.

“Romp in the sack?” he laughs
.

“Oh fine, another fuck s
ession. Is that better?” I ask jokingly.

He puts his underwear on and then crawls onto the bed and over in my direction. He gives me a couple quick kisses and says, “We can call it whatever you want, baby.”

I smile at him and he gets off the bed to go finish getting dressed.

“So, what do you have going on today?” he asks
me.

“Well, I’m meeting the Johnson’s today at one to take their family pictures. Their baby is six months old and he’s so cute!” I exclaim. “We’re going to do an outdoor session since the weather is supposed to be nice.”

I love taking pictures. I take pictures of scenic landscapes, flowers, fields, trees, sunsets, sunrises, and anything that catches my eye. I love taking pictures of people as well though, both indoors and outdoors. Sometimes it can be difficult, depending on if they have kids or not. Some kids will cooperate, others will not. Babies are a whole different situation. We have to work around feeding schedules, naptimes, diaper changes, spit up or projectile throw up issues. I’ve had a baby naked in his mother’s hands when he decided it was the perfect time to let loose. I mean, really loose. Yellow, mustardy, runny poop went into her hands and overflowed onto the ground. I had a black backdrop running from behind them to the floor so it caught a lot of it. The mother had poop all over her hands and socks and pants. It was one of those situations where all you could do was laugh. The father seemed especially happy that he had just handed the baby over and wasn’t the one to get shitted on. I don’t blame him.

I work based on word of mouth. I have some business cards in a few shops and I rely on clients to be happy with my work and suggest me to friends and coworkers. I
don’t have to work; I do it because I love it. I also sell some of my scenic photos online. People seem to especially love the black and white photos and I’d have to agree, black and white pictures are my favorites. I also love pictures of sunsets though, especially if you’re lucky enough to capture it when the sky turns that pink orange color. It’s gorgeous!

When my family died, I got their insurance money. I have enough to where I don’t have to work
right now, but I wish I didn’t have the money at all. It just makes me feel even guiltier and it makes me sad, like I profited from their deaths. I don’t want people to think I’m happy to have this money. I use the money for bills and necessities and things, but it’s not like I try to live some super lavish lifestyle and go on shopping sprees and buy crap I don’t really need but get it anyway just because I can. I’d rather go back in time and change things, change the way that night turned out, than to have this money.

“
Annabella? Annabella?” Julian pulls me back into the conversation. I shake off the memories and look up and smile at him. “Are you okay?” he asks, concern in his face.