Julian stripped without hurry.

I stayed on the bed exactly as he had left me—legs still open, his cum cooling between my thighs, chest rising too fast under the dim light. He folded his shirt over the back of a chair, then pushed his trousers down and stepped out of them. When he turned back he was fully naked and already hardening again. The sight of him made my stomach tighten. He was built like a man who stayed dangerous on purpose: broad shoulders, defined arms, the kind of controlled strength that didn’t need to advertise itself.

He climbed onto the bed and knelt between my legs. For a moment...