them from him. An instinctive
anger surged and his fists clenched at his side. He had to stop
himself from wrenching the screen aside and gripping her wrists to
pull her hands away from her breasts. He hated that she was trying
to hide from him, that she might feel embarrassed or scared of him.
She should never, ever hide from him. Because you are mine ,
he wanted to growl.
He wanted her, needed her, hungered for her. He wanted
her body, naked and quivering, for his eyes, his hands, his lips. He
wanted to be deep inside her, feeling her writhe and come beneath
him. He wanted her to be his, completely. Fighting the rampaging
lust which was threatening to consume him, he bent towards the screen
and whispered, “Are you ready, Sophia?”
He heard her inhale sharply. “Y-yes.”
Slowly stretching out his arm, Julian tensed and eased
the screen to the side. He caught sight of her face, lowered and
blushing, and so damn pretty. She stood fully exposed before him,
and his eyes devoured every inch of her body. He stared down the
slim column of her throat, her shoulders, the heaving swell of her
breasts and the curve of her tiny waist. The ache in his cock grew
as he stared at her pert, erect nipples. His eyes raked downwards
and lingered on the mound between her long, toned legs. God, how he
wanted to wrap those luscious legs around his waist and bury himself
deep and hard in her right now...
Julian grabbed a pen off a side table to distract
himself. The supreme, steely effort it took for him to turn away and
grit out the words almost killed him. “Would you...would you
please stand on the scale?” He indicated the weighing scale
with the pen, almost snapping the hapless pen in half. His breathing
had become highly erratic and he felt like he was about to explode or
go insane with lust.
His eyes followed her as she stepped up to the weighing
scale with a light toss of her head. Julian kept his back to her,
his fists bearing down on the table. Was she even aware of what she
was doing to him?
“ Julian?”
Oh God, her voice, her sweet, sultry voice. He almost
came undone at the sound of his name on her lips. He longed to hear
her scream his name as he made her come, again and again.
Forcing the scorching images out of his head, he whipped
around and strode to the scale. He circled her, seeing her chest
rise and fall with her rapid breathing, and stood behind her. He
closed his eyes briefly at the scent of her. She was so close, so
warm, so soft. His hand hovered between her legs, as he struggled
against the urge to cup her hot, wet sex in his hand. Swallowing
hard, he noted the reading on the scale, as he struggled to keep his
voice steady. “A hundred and twenty-six pounds.” He
took a quick breath. “Can I take your height?”
As Sophia stood against the chart on the wall, Julian
stepped towards her to read her height. His chin touched her
forehead and his hands shook with the effort not to grab her. “Five
feet five.” His handwriting was almost illegible as he
scrawled the readings onto the form on his clipboard.
Shakily, he turned away and yanked a drawer open with so
much force he almost tore it right out of the table. Extracting a
tape measure, he commanded, “Come here, Sophia.”
Her eyes widened but she complied. Julian wrapped his
arms around her waist, savoring the feel of her bare skin. He
circled her waist slowly with the tape measure, letting his eyes roam
over her flat stomach and further south. He pulled her close, so
close he could feel her fluttering eyelashes against his chin. “Your
waist is so small,” he whispered.
Dragging the tape measure slowly up her body, he wrapped
it securely round her bosom. Her puckered nipples brushed against
the back of his fingers, and this time, he couldn't resist. He
grabbed one nipple between his fingers and tugged at it. She arched
her back and his other hand moved in circles against her breast. He
could feel her nipple hardening and lengthening against
anger surged and his fists clenched at his side. He had to stop
himself from wrenching the screen aside and gripping her wrists to
pull her hands away from her breasts. He hated that she was trying
to hide from him, that she might feel embarrassed or scared of him.
She should never, ever hide from him. Because you are mine ,
he wanted to growl.
He wanted her, needed her, hungered for her. He wanted
her body, naked and quivering, for his eyes, his hands, his lips. He
wanted to be deep inside her, feeling her writhe and come beneath
him. He wanted her to be his, completely. Fighting the rampaging
lust which was threatening to consume him, he bent towards the screen
and whispered, “Are you ready, Sophia?”
He heard her inhale sharply. “Y-yes.”
Slowly stretching out his arm, Julian tensed and eased
the screen to the side. He caught sight of her face, lowered and
blushing, and so damn pretty. She stood fully exposed before him,
and his eyes devoured every inch of her body. He stared down the
slim column of her throat, her shoulders, the heaving swell of her
breasts and the curve of her tiny waist. The ache in his cock grew
as he stared at her pert, erect nipples. His eyes raked downwards
and lingered on the mound between her long, toned legs. God, how he
wanted to wrap those luscious legs around his waist and bury himself
deep and hard in her right now...
Julian grabbed a pen off a side table to distract
himself. The supreme, steely effort it took for him to turn away and
grit out the words almost killed him. “Would you...would you
please stand on the scale?” He indicated the weighing scale
with the pen, almost snapping the hapless pen in half. His breathing
had become highly erratic and he felt like he was about to explode or
go insane with lust.
His eyes followed her as she stepped up to the weighing
scale with a light toss of her head. Julian kept his back to her,
his fists bearing down on the table. Was she even aware of what she
was doing to him?
“ Julian?”
Oh God, her voice, her sweet, sultry voice. He almost
came undone at the sound of his name on her lips. He longed to hear
her scream his name as he made her come, again and again.
Forcing the scorching images out of his head, he whipped
around and strode to the scale. He circled her, seeing her chest
rise and fall with her rapid breathing, and stood behind her. He
closed his eyes briefly at the scent of her. She was so close, so
warm, so soft. His hand hovered between her legs, as he struggled
against the urge to cup her hot, wet sex in his hand. Swallowing
hard, he noted the reading on the scale, as he struggled to keep his
voice steady. “A hundred and twenty-six pounds.” He
took a quick breath. “Can I take your height?”
As Sophia stood against the chart on the wall, Julian
stepped towards her to read her height. His chin touched her
forehead and his hands shook with the effort not to grab her. “Five
feet five.” His handwriting was almost illegible as he
scrawled the readings onto the form on his clipboard.
Shakily, he turned away and yanked a drawer open with so
much force he almost tore it right out of the table. Extracting a
tape measure, he commanded, “Come here, Sophia.”
Her eyes widened but she complied. Julian wrapped his
arms around her waist, savoring the feel of her bare skin. He
circled her waist slowly with the tape measure, letting his eyes roam
over her flat stomach and further south. He pulled her close, so
close he could feel her fluttering eyelashes against his chin. “Your
waist is so small,” he whispered.
Dragging the tape measure slowly up her body, he wrapped
it securely round her bosom. Her puckered nipples brushed against
the back of his fingers, and this time, he couldn't resist. He
grabbed one nipple between his fingers and tugged at it. She arched
her back and his other hand moved in circles against her breast. He
could feel her nipple hardening and lengthening against
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