[ Chapter 4 ] [ Mature Content ]
The elevator stopped at the highest floor and the door slid open, walking out with short of breath, Julian was led by her hand toward her lavish and luxurious suite.
Cassandra barely made it through her suite and locked the door before Julian spun her around and wrapped his strong arm around her slim waist intimately.
Holding her head by her chin Julian directed her mouth into his, once again sealing her lips in another wild and searing french kiss.
His wet lips were demanding on her and she weighed her delicate body against his hard frame.
Julian tugged her lips open with his succulent lips and danced his warm tongue around her sweet mouth.
He seemed to know exactly which spots on her body to put his touch, and every place his touch left seem to be on fire.
Cassandra moaned, and she couldn't stop herself from roaming her hands over his toned chest, feeling his hard taut muscles beneath before linking her arms behind his neck.
His body felt hot and hard, every touch on him making her feel like she's a warm cheese touching a burning flame, slowly and intimately, she melted into him.
His tongue continued to slide over hers, aggressive and demanding. Her mind was blank to everything except the feel of his aching sexy body and his aggressive mouth.
Her already heated body grew even softer and wetter, preparing itself for the onslaught that's going to come.
His hands moved all over her, sliding up and down her snowy white thighs, arms and over her enormous womanly assets.
Pulling on her awfully blond hair, Julian yanked down her hair and broke the kiss. He then proceed by trailing his wet lips over her jawline, down to her swan neck, licking and sucking at the lustrous skin under her ear.
Cassandra couldn't stop panting. Her breathing was being taken deep and hard, a mixture of nervous, excitement and arousal. Part of her was slightly embarrassed by it, worried that he would think she was too loud.
But the other part of her, the most part, she couldn't give a damn. She wanted nothing but to relish the pleasurable sensations he brought upon her.
Julian pulled off from her neck, leaving a lot of reddish and swollen love bites along her jade skin, and looked back at her blushing face.
He grabbed the top of her black gown and roughly yanked it down her arms and chest, exposing her black lace bra that was barely holding her prominent, invitingly rounded breasts.
Cassandra was relieved for wearing such a sexy set of black lacy bra and panties instead of her usual kind of plain undergarments.
Honestly, she's a bit nervous since she's about to get laid, after years of emptiness, by the first man since her late husband. Moreover, she had never been this exposed to any man.
Julian seemed to know what she was thinking as he reached his hand and gently caressed her cheek with the back of his palm.
He curved a sexy yet soothing smile. "Relax sweetheart," was all he said but somehow it's enough to wash away all of her tension.
Cassandra looked at him. Black orbs darkening with desire, his eyes told her how bad he wanted and desired her.
Smoothly ever so sensuously, he trailed his hand and held her head by her nape before locking his lips on her once again.
Julian pressed himself against her and she found herself being cornered with her back against the wall.
Working his hands up her breasts he tugged down her lacy bra, exposing the bare fullness of her magnificent breasts, her small pouty nipples were hard as ripest cherries, standing at attention, excited for him.
His succulent mouth left hers and fastened itself to one of her nipples that were in the shade of dark pink. Cassandra moaned loudly and let her head thump into the wall behind her.
His tongue bathed her aching breast while he used his teeth, giving her bites that shot pleasure through her body like lightning bolts.
Julian drew her nipple into his mouth and let his teeth roughly drag over the pink tip. She closed her eyes and cried out aloud moans.
After what seemed like forever, he left her luscious breasts, leaving a lot of soft bites upon her lustrous skin.
Cassandra squeezed her eyes open and he looked straight into her eyes.
"Gorgeous." His raspy and hoarse voice rumbled in her ears, "There's no turning back now."
A closed-lipped smile graced his ridiculously gorgeous face, as he reminded her that she's traveling on the point of no return, asking the lady's consent was the least etiquette of gentlemen. She kinda like his gesture, he so damn knew how to treat a lady.
"Who said that I was going to back down?" Cassandra taunted, her lips tugged into a seductive smile, arching her back she pressed her generous breast against him, challenging him.
"Bed me," Cassandra whispered seductively upon his lips. "Give me all of you. Take me. Only for this night."
"Own me."
Cassandra smirked as she felt his hardness twitch against her lower abdomen, growing further hard and thick.
There's no way even the most stale gentleman could resist such an alluring and willing woman. Moreover, he's no gentleman to begin with.
Every line on his adonis features lined into the most enchanting smile she could ever seen in man. The fire of desire in his eyes roared into the full of blazing flame.
"That I can do."
He wetted his lips seductively before latching his hands on her sensitive breasts, kneading and pinching them.
Every of his touch was like aphrodisiac of erotic delight. She's drowning in the sea full of pleasure he pushed her into.
However, just before her conscious slowly slipping away from her completely, her eyes widened as she realised something.
"Wait," Cassandra hardly managed to stop him.
"Are you clean?" asked Cassandra. Her voice was soft, as she articulated as smooth as she could, not wanting to offend him in any way.
Sure enough, his movement came to a complete halt when Julian heard her question.
His eyes widened as he caught off guard, dumbfounded. Did he hear it right? He questioned himself. Did she just ask his cleanliness? Was this some kind of comedy? No woman had ever asked such a question.
For a man of his class, it's no different than daylight insult to his pride. Every woman he had bedded had always eagerly spread their legs wide and just moaned loudly beneath his pounding.
He's used to 'Please take me' and 'Fuck me harder' and the list could go on but not the words 'Are you clean?'
Julian stared straight at her in the eye, it's suffocating for her since his gaze was extraordinary intimidating yet she managed to return his gaze impassively.
They were about to have intercourse so she should be sure first since she didn't want to get any disease just because of temporary excitement. Moreover, she's sure he had bedded a lot of women. Who knows some of them had some kind of disease?
Julian scowled. He's slightly laughing as if he had just heard the most unfunny comedy of the year.
"Are you questioning me?" Julian asked, almost menacing.
"Yes," she answered, unwaveringly.
Julian kept staring at her for a couple of seconds before backing down.
"Fine." He hissed.
"I'm clean," he replied to her early question.
"I don't have any sickness or STD. Do I need to call my private physician to send you my health certificate? Right here right now?" He managed to answer her without breaking in a complete anger, but absolutely super annoyed.
Cassandra didn't know why but she found him being displeased was somewhat amusing, the way he held himself from anger and gritting down his silver teeth was kind of lovely.
Well, honestly she didn't think he had some kind of sickness. She meant, look at him, all of him from toes to hair, were screaming of how highest-end of the noble born he was.
Such a finest man. It would be a complete embarrassment if he's perfect but unclean.
His mood only further soured when he saw her giggling, barely holding herself from laughing. He just gritted his teeth because although he's offended, he found it's completely fine if it's her. Oddly enough, he found her extremely attractive and lovely at the moment.
"How about you?" Julian bit back.
Cassandra shrugged her shoulders with mirth and coyly replied, "I'm perfectly clean."
"Just so you know, casual hook up isn't my thing," Cassandra added with impish sparkle in her eyes.
"So am I your only exception?" He asked low as his lips twisted playfully.
Cassandra bit her lip. Hesitant to respond, but eventually decided to be honest, "Yes."
Julian then smirked, absolutely filthy and dripping with lust. "Then it would be my honor, sweetheart."
His black suit didn't stay longer in his body and he's now only in his white shirt. His white shirt surely do justice to his glorious frame as its thin fabric showcased every line of his well-muscled body.
Cassandra was absolutely smitten by such adonis body, which was sculpted to perfection and she felt she's getting so wet by just staring at him.
Leaving no distance between them, Julian reached up his hands to her mesmerising breasts, fondling and working her with pleasure.
She moaned and snaked her hands around his hips, feeling the hardness of his rippling obliques.
Cassandra decided that for once, only for tonight. She would let loose herself and enjoy her night with this devilish adonis.
Tonight she wasn't Cassandra Qin, tonight she's nothing but a desperate woman longing for pleasure.
Cassandra squeezed her eyes shut and marveled at the extreme pleasure she's receiving from every of his touch.
"You like it a little rough, don't you baby?" Julian rasped huskily, his hands's still working on her erected breasts.
She nodded softly. She didn't give a damn to any of her always composed and graceful images.
"How about this?" He took both nipples into his hands and tweaked them not too gently, pulling them away from her body.
Cassandra moaned and nodded again.
"Tell me," he demanded.
Cassandra let her head fall back against the wall again. "Yes, I love it," she hissed.
Julian captured her luscious mouth again in a conquering kiss, continuing to pluck at her nipples with his experienced fingers.
Cassandra could feel her wetness pooling in her panties. His hands left her breasts and went back to her gown, pulling her dress down the rest of the way until it was on the floor.
Pulling away from her, his smoldering eyes roaming around her almost naked body while caressing her snowy thighs with the backs of his calloused hand.
Cassandra bit down her lip and a pink blush blossomed in her cheeks. She felt like he's undressing and devouring her with those ardent eyes.
Then without warning, he fell on his knees in front of her. In one swift movement he yanked her lacy panties down her legs. Exposing her well-maintained, beautiful womanhood.
Cassandra couldn't help but moan at the warm breath he blew upon her moist slit.
Swiftly, Julian lifted her right leg and placed it on his shoulder and covered her rosebud with his wolfish tongue.
"Oh my God," she gasped. "Mmhh—Aaah"
Her hands worked their way into his black hair as he flicked his tongue back and forth over her pink folds.
"Praiseworthy achievement."
Cassandra didn't get what he was mumbling about down between her legs as she focused on nothing but her own pleasure.
"What?" Cassandra asked, confused and aroused.
"I said praiseworthy achievement," he hissed. "Usually, I don't go down on women."
"Only women go down on me. Kneeling before me. Worship me with their every breath." Julian drawled out.
Her beautiful eyebrows furrowed for a brief second. "I take that as a compliment?"
"Yes." He answered in a matter of fact tone, "You should be proud of yourself."
Arrogant bastard! She cursed inwardly. "It's my honor then," she scowled through her gritted teeth.
Julian let out a devious chuckle and blew her up on her most sensitive part and she moaned. He then continued working his mouth on her pleasure bud with utmost concentration.
Cassandra couldn't keep quiet as he worked her clit over, moaning and pulling his hair. Suddenly, just when she felt so good he stopped.
"Tell me how bad you want me," he demanded again.
Frustrated, Cassandra looked down at his striking arousing face, down to his pink, sexy lips which were already glistened with her secretion.
"I want you so bad," she replied hoarsely.
"Please?" He pronounced in a desperate tone whilst a devious grin dancing on the corner of his lips.
Cassandra felt the shameful insult like a slap across her face, thirty seven years of her life she had never begged anyone.
Looking down at him like an angry wild lioness, she really wanted to slap that playful grin off his attractive face.
She gritted her teeth but he's right. She wanted him so bad. She needed him, desperately.
Heaved a deep breath, Cassandra hissed in a half-hearted pleading tone,
"Please."