Catherine's POV
"That's enough, baby," Julian's hoarse voice came a few minutes after the blow job.
He bent and took my lips in a hungry kiss, carefully pushing me down, till my back hit the bed.
"My turn now."
His turn? What for?
I was still questioning his words in my head, when he knelt and his fingers moved to my panties, slowly taking them out.
He did the weirdest thing ever. He raised it and sniffed it in. "You smell so good down there," he complimented. A blush crept up my cheeks and I tried to hide it by putting a finger in my mouth.
He let out a low chuckle, then lowered his head, his lips touching IT.
Fuck! "Uhh, mmmm, Jul— Julian— oh my goodness," I cried, moaned, gasped. He was doing things to me, making me feel things I've never thought I could feel.
"Be quiet, Wildie. We don't want to let the house know our little secret," his teasing voice came. I nodded and tried to quiet myself by biting my lips but it wasn't that easy.
