Chapter 29 Taste
Julian took the last few steps down the stairs slowly, his eyes locked on her. Adeline stood right in the middle of the living room like she owned the place, all long legs and sheer black lace that hugged every curve. The soft light in the living room made the fabric look almost see-through, and he could see the dark shadow of her nipples, the dip of her waist, and the smooth line between her thighs. His mouth went dry.
“I’m definitely surprised,” he said, his voice a little rough. He stopped a couple feet away from her. “I didn’t think you were coming here tonight, especially not… like that.”
Adeline let out a small laugh, light and easy. She tilted her head, dark hair falling over one shoulder. “Well,” she said, “I figured you should get a little taste of what coming home is going to be like from now on. Since we’re getting married.”
Julian’s eyebrows lifted. He took one more step closer. “So you decided.”
She nodded once. “Spent the whole day thinking about it, and yes, Julian, I’ll marry you.” She gave a tiny shrug, like it was the most normal thing in the world. “Thought it would be more fun to show up and tell you in person instead of texting. Plus…” Her eyes slid down his body, then back up. “I also wanted to tell you exactly what I want you to do to me tonight. Two birds, one stone.”
He closed the last bit of distance between them in one quick move. His hands found her waist, fingers digging into soft skin just above the thin lace. He pulled her flush against him so she could feel how hard he already was through the thin fabric of his sleeping pants.
“So very soon,” he murmured, mouth close to hers, “you’re going to be Adeline Hale?”
She smiled against his lips. “Yes, but only for a few years. We can decide the number later. Whenever it’s convenient.”
Julian barely heard the words. His gaze kept dropping to her mouth, then lower, tracing the swell of her breasts, the way the lingerie barely covered anything. He wanted to skip every single sentence and get straight to the part where he buried himself inside her.
Adeline could see it on his face. She felt the same heat curling low in her belly. Without saying anything else, her hands slipped under the hem of his shirt. Her fingers brushed warm skin and hard stomach muscles, then she tugged the fabric up and over his head in one smooth pull. It dropped to the floor behind him.
His chest rose and fell a little faster now. Broad shoulders, defined pecs, and a light dusting of dark hair that trailed down the center of his abs and disappeared into the waistband of his pants. She loved the way he looked, strong, controlled, but already starting to unravel just from her touch.
Julian reached for the drawstring of his pants, ready to yank them down, but Adeline caught his wrists.
“Leave it to me,” she whispered.
He let his hands fall to his sides. A muscle ticked in his jaw, but he stayed still.
She leaned in and pressed her lips to the center of his chest. Soft kiss, then another, tasting salt and warm skin. She moved slowly, kissing over the little hairs there, feeling them tickle her lips. Julian let out a low groan, the sound vibrating against her mouth. Encouraged, she kept going, open-mouthed kisses across one pec, then the other. When she reached his nipple, she paused, flicked her tongue over it once, then closed her teeth around the small peak in a gentle bite.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
She smiled against his skin and did it again, a little harder this time. His hand came up to cup the back of her head, fingers threading into her hair, but he didn’t push. Just held on.
Adeline worked her way lower. Wet, slow kisses down the center of his stomach. She felt the muscles jump under her mouth, and every time he groaned or hissed, heat pooled hotter between her own legs. By the time she reached his waist, she was aching.
She sank to her knees in front of him.
Her fingers found the loose knot of his drawstring. One easy tug and it came undone. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and dragged the soft cotton pants down his thighs. They pooled at his ankles, and he stepped out of them and kicked them aside.
His cock stood thick and heavy in front of her face, already leaking at the tip. Adeline wrapped her hand around the base, feeling the warmth. She gave one slow stroke from root to tip, watching the way his abs tightened.
Julian looked down at her. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with pure lust. “You have no idea how good you look right now,” he said, his voice gravelly.
She smiled up at him, then leaned forward and dragged her tongue over the head in one long, lazy lick. He shivered hard, hips jerking forward just a fraction before he caught himself.
Adeline kept her eyes on him the whole time. She licked again, circling the sensitive ridge, tasting salt and heat. Then she opened her mouth and took just the tip inside, sucking lightly. His low growl rolled through the room.
She slid down further, inch by inch, letting her tongue press flat along the underside. When he hit the back of her throat, she relaxed, breathing through her nose, and took him deeper still. Her lips stretched around him, and she could feel every vein, every pulse.
“Goddamn,” Julian muttered. “You look so fucking hot with my cock in your mouth.”
The words sent a fresh wave of heat through her core. She hummed around him, the vibration making him curse under his breath. Then she started to move.
Slow at first, up and down, lips tight, tongue swirling. She used her hand on the base, stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach. Every time she pulled back, she let her tongue flick over the slit, teasing, before sinking down again.
Julian’s hand tightened in her hair, and his hips rocked forward in tiny helpless thrusts. She could hear how ragged his breathing had gotten and could feel the way his thighs trembled under her palms.
She sped up, hollowed her cheeks, and sucked harder. Wet sounds filled the room, her mouth sliding over him, his low moans, and the occasional sharp breath when she took him especially deep. She loved the way he looked down at her, jaw clenched, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. Loved knowing she was the reason he was falling apart like this.
Adeline pulled off for a second, just long enough to stroke him fast with her hand while she caught her breath. A thick string of saliva connected her lips to the glistening head. She looked up at him, lips shiny, cheeks flushed.
“You like that?” she asked, her voice husky.
Julian’s laugh was rough. “You’re killing me.”
“Good.” She dove back down, taking him all the way until her nose brushed the coarse hair at his base. She held there for a few seconds, throat working around him, then pulled back slowly, letting him feel every inch of her tongue on the way up.
He groaned loudly this time, his head tipping back for a moment before his eyes snapped back to her face. “Fuck, Adeline. Just like that.”
She did it again and again, faster now. Her free hand slid up his thigh, nails digging in just enough to make him hiss. She could feel him getting thicker in her mouth, pulsing harder against her tongue. He was close, she could tell by the way his stomach muscles clenched and the way his grip on her hair turned almost desperate, but she didn’t want him to finish yet.
She pulled off with a wet pop, hand still stroking him slow and firm. A bead of pre-cum welled at the tip, and she leaned forward to lick it away, savoring the salty taste.
Julian looked wrecked. Hair messy, chest heaving, and cock shiny from her mouth.
“Up,” he said, his voice low and commanding.
Adeline rose to her feet, legs a little shaky. Before she could say anything, he caught her mouth in a hard kiss. His tongue pushed inside, tasting himself on her, and he groaned into her mouth like he couldn’t get enough.
His hands were everywhere, sliding over her waist, cupping her ass through the thin lace, squeezing. He walked her backward until her back hit the nearest wall. Then he dropped to one knee in front of her, hooked his fingers in the sides of her panties, and yanked them down her legs in one rough tug.
Adeline stepped out of them. She was soaked already, her thighs slick, and Julian didn’t waste time. He pushed her legs apart, draped one over his shoulder, and buried his face between them.
The first swipe of his tongue made her gasp. He licked broad and slow, tasting all of her, then focused on her clit with quick, firm flicks. Adeline’s hands flew to his hair, holding on tight. Her hips rocked against his mouth without thinking.
He ate her like he was starving. Lips, tongue, and even the scrape of his teeth, and everything felt perfect. She could feel the pressure building fast, tight and hot, and when he slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, she cried out.
“Julian…”
He didn’t stop. He kept licking, sucking, and thrusting his fingers until her thighs shook and her whole body tensed.
She came hard, back arching off the wall, a broken moan tearing from her throat. Waves of pleasure rolled through her, leaving her dizzy and trembling.
Julian stood up slowly, licking his lips. His eyes were wild. He grabbed her hips, lifted her easily, and pinned her against the wall again. Her legs wrapped around his waist on instinct.
He reached between them, lined himself up, and pushed inside in one long, slow thrust.
They both groaned at the same time.
He felt huge, stretching her perfectly. She was still fluttering around him from her orgasm, and he cursed under his breath at how tight she was.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he muttered against her neck.
Then he started to move.
Slow at first, letting her feel every inch as he pulled out and slid back in, but soon the rhythm picked up harder and deeper. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the big room. Adeline clung to his shoulders, her nails biting into muscle. Every thrust hit exactly where she needed it.
She kissed him messy and desperate, tongues sliding and teeth clashing. He fucked her against the wall like he couldn’t hold back anymore, his hips snapping forward, grunting with every stroke.
Adeline felt another orgasm building already. She tightened her legs around him, pulling him deeper.
“Harder,” she gasped.
He gave it to her. Rough, fast, and relentless. The whole world narrowed to the heat between them, the way he filled her, and the way she clenched around him every time he bottomed out.
When she came again, it hit like a shockwave. She cried his name, her body shaking, and her walls pulsing hard around his cock. Julian groaned loudly, thrusts turning erratic. A few more deep strokes, and he followed her over the edge, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled inside her.
They stayed like that for long seconds, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together. Finally he eased her down until her feet touched the floor, but his arms stayed around her, keeping her close.
Adeline looked up at him, lips swollen and eyes still dark with heat. “Welcome home, hubby,” she whispered.
Julian gave a low laugh and kissed her slowly this time. “Best fucking welcome I’ve ever had.”