The Story of Her Life, page 7
I trail kisses down her stomach, over her belly button, while I hook my fingers into her panties and begin to lower them down her legs. I stand to pull them all the way off before tossing them to the floor. My cock jumps as I take in the sight, she is completely bare and glistening with her need for me. I can’t wait to taste her.
I drop to my knees on the floor, putting my hands on the insides of her thighs. “Open for me, angel.” Keeping my eyes locked on hers as her knees spread slightly, I trail kisses up her inner thigh. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I start again on the other leg. I kiss her mound before licking her slit from bottom to top. She throws her head back and gasps. When my mouth latches onto her clit, her hand goes into my hair and holds it tight keeping me locked in place.
I lay one hand on her stomach to hold her hips still while I continue to torture her clit, bringing my other hand up to slip a finger into her tight channel. I curl my finger to focus on the inner bundle of nerves and add more pressure with my other hand to keep her still, so she does not buck me off. I add another finger, feeling her start to tighten around me.
I know she is about to come undone, so I look up while circling my tongue around her clit, releasing her stomach and moving my hand up to pinch and roll a nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Her back arches off the bed, her hand tightens in my hair, and she screams my name as she comes. Seeing her come undone was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I place one more lick up her slit, so I do not miss any of her delicious honey before I lower her legs and stand.
I reach into my side table and grab a condom. I throw it on the bed before I unbutton my jeans and lower them to the floor along with my boxer briefs. After ripping the foil open with my teeth, I roll the condom on before crawling over Julie on the bed, kissing my way up her stomach. I place my arm behind her back and help her move toward the center of the bed before I kiss her lips. She doesn’t hesitate to open for me, deepening the kiss and surely tasting herself on my tongue.
Without breaking our kiss, I wrap my hand around the base of my cock and run it through her slit, soaking it in her juices. I line myself up with her opening before pulling back to look at her, a silent question in my eyes. Are you ready? She leaves her hands on my shoulders and nods her head once before I press in slowly.
I groan at how tightly she squeezes me pulling me in, and feel her fingernails biting into my shoulders. She throws her head back and moans loudly. Once I am fully seated, I stay still for a moment allowing her to adjust to my size and lower my head, taking one of her nipples into my mouth. Her fingers start to relax, retracting her claws from my flesh, and I start to move slowly. She brings her legs up, locking her ankles behind my ass and urging me to move faster. I do and she matches me thrust for thrust, moving her hips in time with mine.
I roll my hips a few times, making sure to grind my pelvis against her clit. I set the pace, finding a rhythm that keeps us both hungry for more. Out, in, out, in, roll... over and over again until I can feel her tightening around me. I know she is getting close again and I can feel my balls starting to draw up tight against my body. “Come for me, angel. Come for me one more time.” She comes apart at my words and I can feel her milking my cock with her spasms. I thrust a few more times before I follow her over the edge, burying my face in her neck and growling out her name. I ease myself out of her as we are both coming down from our orgasms and lay beside her on the bed to catch my breath.
I dispose of the condom in the trash can next to the nightstand, then roll on my side and wrap my arms around Julie. I pull her back to my chest and place a kiss on top of her head. “Stay the night with me.”
“Okay.” She whispers. I tighten my arm around her waist, and she relaxes into the pillow. After a few minutes, her breathing slows, and I know she has fallen asleep. I follow her a few minutes later, drifting off to the scent of her vanilla and lavender shampoo with a smile on my face.
Chapter 7
Julie
I wake up slowly, forcing myself to blink a several times to acclimate my eyes to the bright sunlight coming in the windows. My bedroom window faces the south, so I don’t normally have this much light shining through in the mornings. It takes me a few minutes to remember where I am and why I have an arm wrapped around my waist. Then I remember dinner at Devan’s before coming to bed with him. Every nerve in my body starts to waken as I think about what happened before we fell asleep last night.
I feel him start to shift behind me as he loosens his hold. Turning to face him, I take the time to appreciate his exposed torso, and realize this is no normal man. He must be a direct descendant of a Greek god. His dark hair is disheveled and laying across his forehead, his chiseled jaw covered with a days’ worth of light scruff. I trace the lines of a dark, swirling tattoo that runs up his large bicep to his wide muscled chest. His muscles bunch and ripple under my hand as I continue to run my fingers across the edges of the tattoo to his hard-planed chest.
He groans and moves his hand lower so it rests just above my ass and flexes his pelvis so I can feel his erection press against me. “Good morning, angel.” He says, placing a kiss against my forehead. “Sleep good?”
“So good. What time is it?”
“Mmm, who cares.” He grabs me by the waist, turning onto his back and pulling me astride him to straddle his hips.
Keeping both hands on his chest for balance, I lean down to kiss him thoroughly as he reaches over to the nightstand to grab a condom. I take it from him and shimmy my way down to his thighs, wrapping my hand around the tall, proud length of him, forcing a groan to rumble deep in his chest. Once the condom is in place, I lift to hover over his length before slowly lowering down and impaling myself on his shaft. I had not really paid much attention last night to how big he was, but in this position, I am absolutely feeling it.
I take a minute once I am seated fully and wiggle a bit side to side, giving myself a chance to adjust. Putting my hands back on his chest, I start to move on top of him. Throwing my head back when his hands go to my breasts. He leaves one hand on my breast, twisting and tugging my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and moves the other hand down to press his thumb against my clit. “Oh my God, Devan!” I shudder around him as I find my release.
He sits up suddenly putting both hands on my hips and flipping us over, so I am pinned beneath him. Leaning back on his knees, he grabs both of my legs and holds them up to one of his shoulders. His eyes are locked on mine as he holds my legs in place and hammers into me. There is something completely primal and claiming about what he is doing, chasing his pleasure. He stills, a groan escaping his throat as his mouth opens slightly and his eyebrows lower. Seeing him in the peak of his climax pushes me over the edge one more time.
He lowers my legs back down to the bed before leaning in for a kiss. He whispers into my mouth, “Now it’s a good morning. I’m going to take a shower, then I’ll fix you some breakfast.” He pulls away from me, leaving me regretting the loss of him, and walks to the bathroom. I lay on the bed for a few more minutes listening to the water running in the shower. This is not a very big room. The large bed sits in the middle of the room beneath the only window. The theme of the room is very masculine with the reclaimed wood headboard and nightstands. There are matching black iron lamps on each side of the bed. The closet to the side of the bed has a double sliding door covered by a large floor-length mirror. My imagination runs wild thinking of ways to use that mirror now that I know it exists. There is a five-drawer dresser to the right of the bathroom door. The ceilings in this room are high with recessed lights and the walls are painted a light grey.
I am still snuggled into the middle of the bed when he emerges from the bathroom a few minutes later, water droplets sitting proudly on his shoulders and a towel wrapped dangerously low on his hips. He stops in the doorway and surveys me before speaking. “The shower is free if you want to take one really quick. I have an extra toothbrush in the drawer. I’ll be in the kitchen when you’re ready.”
“Thank you.” I say, getting out of the bed and walking toward the bathroom. He grabs me by the waist as I walk past and pulls me in for a kiss. It is slow, sensual and full of promise, like we have all the time in the world. My hands instinctively go to the back of his head grabbing fistfuls of damp hair.
He pulls his mouth from mine, resting his forehead to mine and closing his eyes. “Take your time, angel. Come to the kitchen when you’re done. If I don’t leave you now, we’ll never get out of this bedroom today.” He releases his hold on my waist and I go into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I stand in place for several minutes as I look around at the sleek design of his master bathroom. It is brightly lit with a huge mirror behind a double vanity. There is a jacuzzi tub on one end of the room that is big enough for at least two people. The shower is to the side of the tub with a full-length glass door. Inside, the shower is covered in various shades of grey tile.
I only take a few minutes in the shower. I towel off quickly and run my fingers through my damp hair. Pulling the drawer open, I grab a new toothbrush before opening it and brushing my teeth. I spend a few minutes squinting at myself in the mirror when I notice a few light bruises on the tops of my breasts. “Well, at least no one else will see them.” I say to myself, blushing at the memory of how those markings were made last night.
When I walk out to the bedroom, my jeans are laying across the bed along with my blouse and bra that were removed last night. The panties are nowhere to be found, which is probably for the best since they were soaked by the time he took them off last night. I decide to skip my blouse, looking for something more comfortable and pull open the top drawer of Devan’s dresser. Finding his folded t-shirts inside, I grab the first one I come to and slip it over my head. It hangs off my shoulder and nearly to my knees, so I tie it around my waist.
I make my way out of the bedroom into the hallway. There are three closed doors in addition to the bedroom that I came out of. I open the first door to reveal a guest bedroom. There is a queen size bed centered under a large window, a single nightstand to the side with a white lamp. An armchair sits in the corner next to the closet door with a yellow and blue striped throw pillow sitting against one of the arms. The bed is made up with a matching duvet and pillow coverings which is a nice contrast to the white painted walls and beige carpeting.
The next door down reveals an office which has the same wood floors as the main part of the house. The walls are painted white and one wall is covered in built in shelving. A desk is built into the shelving and curls around by the window to sit in the center of the room facing out. There is no closet in this room, perhaps it was removed to increase the wall space as one wall is completely covered in framed photos. Many of which I recognize from Devan’s Instagram page, so I know these are pictures that he has taken himself. There are a few frames that feature magazine articles showing his work and I take a few minutes to look them over and read a few of the captions.
The last room I come to and open slowly is a small slender bathroom. There is a single sink and small oval shaped mirror over the vanity. The bathtub is recessed into the wall to make floor space and doubles as a shower. The floor is different here than the rest of the house and I notice on closer inspection that instead of being wood, this is some type of tile that has a wooden appearance. The walls are painted beige and there is white crown molding along the top of the walls which matches every other room in the house. The difference is a chair railing which is done halfway up the walls. I never would have thought of chair railing in a bathroom, but it really completes the look and ties the entire room together. I like it. The entire house has a nice lived-in feel to it and seems quite comfortable.
This is definitely larger than my meager apartment and even larger than my childhood home which my mother still lives in. The hallway leads me into a wide-open room with high ceilings and recessed lighting. The living room. There is a sofa siting in the middle of the floor facing the fireplace. A reclaimed wood coffee table sits in front of the sofa with an armchair off to either side. A large television is mounted directly over the fireplace. The wall across from the hallway is lined in large glass patio doors which lead to a covered patio. Looking beyond the patio table, I can see a large, well landscaped back yard and a pool. To the left of where I stand is an archway leading to the kitchen. The dining room where we shared our dinner last night is on the other side of the kitchen. Walking into the kitchen, I breathe in the aroma of coffee and bacon. “Oh my God, it smells like heaven in here.” My stomach growls in appreciation.
Devan turns to look at me and his breath catches as he takes in my shirt. “Nice shirt.” He smiles deeply showing that sexy as sin dimple. “I think it looks better on you than it ever did on me.”
“Hope you don’t mind. I figured it would be more comfortable than my own.”
“Not at all. I really, really like it better on you anyway.” He turns his attention back to the bacon and eggs he is cooking for breakfast. “I pulled a mug out for you. I wasn’t sure how you took your coffee but there’s cream and sugar on the counter next to the coffee maker.”
“Thank you, but black coffee is fine.” I walk over and pour a mug of coffee then lean back against the counter wrapping both hands around it before taking a sip. “Mmm, perfect.” I sigh as I close my eyes.
“I’m looking forward to taking you to Runyon Canyon today.”
“Me too. I’ve never actually been to it before and I’m looking forward to seeing you work.” I say while watching him plate the breakfast and setting both plates on the breakfast bar and pulling a stool out for me.
“There isn’t much to my work. Just taking a bunch of pictures really.” He winks at me and I know he is being coy.
“Oh please.” I say, grinning back at him as I grab a strip of bacon from my plate. “I’ve seen some of your work on Instagram. I know you’re good at taking those pictures.”
“You looked up my Instagram?”
I bow my head and lift one shoulder in a half shrug. I can feel the fire burning in my cheeks as I look at him out of the corner of my eye. I may be embarrassed at the thought of looking into him online, but all I see from him is a brilliant smile. I raise my head to look into his eyes and slowly return his smile.
“Well, today really is just a bunch of pictures. I need to get some shots of the city for travel brochures and thought the view from Runyon Canyon would be nice. Maybe even grab a few of the Hollywood sign while we’re up there. The weather is supposed to be nice today.” He scoops up another bite of his eggs then leans to the side to look at my jean clad legs. “We can stop by your apartment before we go if you want. Give you a chance to change into something more comfortable. Maybe some different shoes at least.”
“Good idea. I don’t think my feet would appreciate walking the trails in these flats.” I take another sip of my coffee, pushing my plate away from me at the same time.
After helping Devan clean the breakfast dishes, he leaves to gather his camera equipment. I raid the refrigerator and make sandwiches for our little picnic. I grab a few extra bottles of water and some fresh fruit. Setting everything on the dining room table, I wait for him to return so I can ask what to pack our picnic in. He grabs a small backpack from the entryway closet which is the perfect size for our small feast.
“Are you ready?” He asks me, reaching for my hand.
“Absolutely.” I grab his hand and follow him out to his car.
Devan parks on the street in front of my apartment a few minutes later. “Would you like to come up with me?” I ask him before opening my door.
He looks me in the eye, a low growl escaping his throat. “It might be quicker if I don’t.” My brows furrow in confusion and he chuckles. “I just mean, after last night... and this morning, I’m sure if I come up with you then we may never make it out of here.”
Laughing, I reach again for the door handle. “Okay Casanova. Wait here, I’ll be right back.” Still laughing, I jump out of the passenger seat as I feel a slap against my ass. I spin around and glare back at Devan as he laughs boldly. Shaking my head with mock indignation, I close the car door and proceed to go into the apartment. I work quickly, changing into a pair of dark yoga pants, a tank top and a light jacket. I run my brush through my hair, pulling it into a tight ponytail. I decide to wear my walking shoes since we will be hiking the trails and I do not want my feet to get sore.
I return to the car several minutes later to find him sitting in the driver’s seat, laughter still evident in his eyes. “Ready to go, angel?” He asks as I sit back into the passenger seat and click on my seat belt.
“Let’s do this!” I exclaim.
Devan was right, the weather today is perfect. We walk hand in hand along the trails for several minutes, enjoying each other’s company. We are not rushing, taking time to observe nature. Devan takes several pictures of me during our hike to the top of the canyon.
The view from the top is amazing. “Devan, I can’t believe how beautiful the city is from up here.” I turn around to see him with his camera facing me, a guilty smile on his face. I know he has been getting more shots of me than he has of the city.
He lowers the camera, the strap around his neck so it hangs against his chest while he walks toward me. “I told you.” He says as he approaches my side, grabbing my hand in his, entwining our fingers together. “Perfect view for what I need.” He bends down and places a soft kiss on my cheek. “Thank you for coming with me today.” He whispers. Standing and releasing my hand, he says “I’ll be a few minutes while I get some more pictures of the city. When I’m done, we can eat lunch.”
“Take your time.” I tell him as I back away and prepare to watch him work. I can tell that he is in his element. I can almost see the gears grinding in his mind’s eye as he frames each picture. I can’t wait to see the finished photos.
