102 — Just hold on a little longer…

Julian caresses my ass, rubbing his lips against my shoulder from behind, leaving wet trails as his tongue slides down to the nape of my neck. He pushes my hair forward, exposing my neck and the loose collar of the shirt that belongs to him.
I move my hips anxiously, trying to relieve the throbbing anxiety in the middle of my legs. Even biting my lips not to make a sound, I can’t help the pleasurable grunts that reverberate through my tight throat. I lower my head, leaning on the counter, pulling my ass up, inviting him to bury himself where I want him most...
And when the tip of his cock pushes a little further into my entrance, my lips part in a hoarse moan. This anticipation is making me lose my mind, and all I want most is to feel him all the way in.
Finally, as if he’s tired of holding back, Julian thrusts slowly, making my pussy widen to receive him as I gradually adjust to his size. He keeps pushing his hips forward, burying his entire length in a torturous slowness that makes me sigh.
I throw my head back again, spreading my hands across the counter, while his hands remain firmly on my waist, keeping me still, forcing me just to feel it pulsing inside me...
Until he moves his hips back, sliding in until only the tip of his cock remains inside me... only to jerk his hip once more, burying it all in one quick thrust.
I moan loudly, more than I’d like to, and I hear Julian’s low laugh as he leans over my body, throbbing inside my pussy... “If you moan like that, you’ll wake up the whole building... You don’t want that, do you?”
Nodding quickly, I say in a shaky voice, “No, but...”
“Is it hard to keep still, babe?” Julian’s breath tickles my ear, and I find myself clenching my inner walls. He grunts, laughter in his voice, “Don’t squeeze me like that; it’s dangerous.”
I give a smile, but he doesn’t see it, as his lips are once again trailing down my shoulder, spreading wet kisses on my sensitive skin. Yet, he seems to enjoy the sensation of being squeezed between my inner walls.
But this calm is soon interrupted when I shift my hips slightly, adding a short distance that allows Julian to see himself being swallowed by my warmth once again.
He starts thrusting, pounding, digging his fingers into the curve of my waist, pulling my body against his movement, encouraging me to push against his thrusts. Julian’s hips are striking my ass, making the sound of smacking flesh echo loudly through the apartment, along with my low cries of pleasure that I try so hard to hold back.
With my breasts pressed against the counter, I wave my hips, making him let out a hoarse moan that escapes with a confession, “You drive me crazy, Angelee... Fucking crazy!”
Then he hammers deep, making me gasp with the threat of pain inside me.
But he doesn’t stop... He seems so overcome with pleasure that he’s losing his mind. I look over my shoulder at the way he throws his head back, stretching his throat, his Adam’s apple vibrating through the grunts — and this sight makes me even naughtier.
I increase the pace as he does, moving my hips faster, colliding our bodies hard, the tip hitting so deep that I have to cover my mouth so that no choked sob escapes through my trembling lips. I close my eyes, surrendering to the sensation of having him filling me and widening my pussy with his thickness. It feels so good that tears wet my eyelashes, and arousal trickles down my thighs.
“You’re so wet today... Did you miss being fucked in the pussy that much?” Julian asks hoarsely, panting from the intense rhythm he imposes. His thrusts are fast and frantic, deep, almost reaching my most sensitive spot... And somehow, he manages to increase this merciless rhythm even more, making me unable to hold back the moans. His hands on my waist help me to keep pushing against the thrusts, even though the strength is completely disappearing from my body.
Finally, his cock finds my sensitive spot, and I gasp, rolling my eyes before shutting them, surrendering to the delicious shivers that ravish my body, spreading across my skin like a wave breaking on the beach.
“I won’t do it again, okay? I won’t make your pussy jealous.” He says against my ear, his hot breath bringing me even more shivers because, *damn, I’m so reactive, and I don’t think I’ll last much longer.*
His rhythm keeps fast, and he’s burying his fingers and digging deeper into my skin...
“I’m going to fuck your pussy every day... When we wake up, and before we go to sleep... Every single day, I’m going to make you moan loudly, and you’re going to cum so hard on my cock, until you cry out with pleasure. I swear, I’ll bring you so much pleasure and happiness that you’ll overflow.”
I lower my head, moaning loudly in this frantic rhythm, trying to cover my mouth again, even though the sound of his hips slamming against my ass is loud enough. However, Julian holds my hair tightly with one hand, forcing me to lift my head and stretch my throat. I keep pushing against the thrusts, making the tip of the cock poke my sensitive spot while his balls collide against my clit and thighs...
“I can’t anymore...” I whimper, increasing my own pace, forcing him to keep up and hammer fast — hard. “I can’t hold out any longer...”
The moan that escapes Julian’s lips surprises me because they come out louder than the clashing of our skins; they send shivers down my spine, and I can’t tell if it’s because of his pleasure or my orgasm is exploding, crashing against my body like a much bigger, sweeping wave.
My muscles stiffen, and my inner walls squeeze him so tightly that I can feel it throbbing deliciously in my sensitive spot. I moan louder, reaching the apex of my cry as my entrance burns slightly... I can tell he’s cumming inside me because he stops suddenly, spasms all over his body, grunting with high satisfaction...
“Fuck.” He grunts between sharp breaths, giving slight thrusts while still filling me with his pleasure. “Sex in the morning is one of the best things in the world.”
His words take me by surprise, and I let out a silly laugh, collapsing completely on the counter when he lets go of my hair, running his palm down my back over the shirt.
“You’ve already started the day working out. Do you really need to go?” I ask with a laugh, and when he gives a low chuckle and starts sliding his cock out of me, something trickles down my thighs too.
“Unfortunately, yes. My coach is mad after me.”
“But aren’t you tired?”
“Don’t worry, I’m an athletic guy.” He places a quick kiss on my neck, making me shudder and quiver on the counter because I’m still too sensitive from the orgasm. “But I’m more than ready to wake up like this every morning.”
“I’m not athletic like you. Don’t you pity me?” I mumble, pressing my thighs together, struggling to keep everything inside me...
But Julian spins me around by the waist, holding me against his chest, and I gasp.
“Pity you? Hah, you think you can fool me?” He raises an eyebrow with a cocky smile on his lips. “You love my cock so much, and you’re always ready to take it.”
I slap him lightly on the chest, laughing, and his smile widens too. His eyes shine brightly this morning... they look passionate, I can tell. In fact, *I think anyone could tell without even looking closely.*
“Am I lying?” Julian chuckles against my cheek, threatening to brush his lips against mine.
“Don’t be too cocky,” I grumble, closing my eyes slowly, my hands sliding down his chest until they reach his eight-pack.
“Look who’s talking.” His lips finally reach mine, and he smiles against them, “The cockiest girl I know.”
I frown, pushing him in the chest, noticing that his laugh gets louder, bringing a million butterflies to my belly.
“Do you know many cocky girls, by any chance?” I fake jealous, and he shrugs.
“You know I do... but I’ve already made it very clear who I want.” Julian looks directly into my eyes, placing his hand on my cheek. “Don’t you see? I’m totally yours.”
I hold my breath, stunned, blinking slowly as my skin heats up... I’m overcome by such intense happiness that tears threaten to overflow from my eyes.
“How about a bath?” He smiles, holding my hand gently. “A quick one.”
“Quick, hum,” I say, laughing as he starts to pull me towards the bathroom.
***
I take a deep breath, standing in front of the door, gathering the courage to leave Julian’s apartment. Somehow, this place has become my safe shelter, just as Julian is my beacon.
And I’m not going to lie — I’m scared... After all, reality is often cruel.
But if he’s willing to hold my hand so we can face it together, I can do anything in this world... even with so many fears.
*Just a little longer, Angel.*
*I need to trust Julian.*
He stops beside me, wearing a long-sleeved compression shirt so tight that it shows every muscle in his body, and I find myself drawn to it. Julian seems to notice because he gives me a smug smile that makes me roll my eyes. When I reach out to grab the door handle, he stops my hand in mid-air, holding my fist and drawing my confused eyes to his face.
“Take this.” He puts something in my hand... something that makes me hold my breath.
“This is...”
“The key to my apartment.” Julian’s hand goes to the back of his neck, somewhat nervous, perhaps because it’s the first time he’s done something like this. “I want you to have it.”
“Are you sure?” I look at the key, then close my hand, looking at his face with anticipation and butterflies flying around in my stomach again.
“Yes, I’m sure.” He smiles and then places a lingering kiss on my forehead. “I have to go, I’m late.”
“Whose fault is that?” I say with a raised eyebrow, giving him a bold smile.
“Yours.” Julian slaps me on the butt, making me yelp in surprise. I watch as he opens the door and stops midway, almost like he doesn’t want to leave me. There’s anxiety in his eyes, *and I really wish I could read his mind now.* “See you later?”
“Yes... I’ll see you later.”
I watch him leave the apartment, feeling my chest tighten with some odd feeling. But I just shake my head, pushing these thoughts away, finally ready to face reality again.