11 — “F**k me, Julian…”

My body is on fire.
Our lips only part for a breath to fill my lungs, but soon our mouths are together again and our tongues intertwine in a slow, enveloping pace… with an intensity that I never imagined be possible.
Julian's hands are exploring every inch of my skin, but it doesn't seem like that's enough because he's constantly trying to find out more about the parts of my body. And I want to get rid of all these clothes as soon as possible. I want him to get rid of his as well — which is why my nervous fingers search for the buttons of his shirt, without breaking the kiss.
I unbutton the first ones, allowing his cologne to get even stronger. And I can't help but caress his collarbones, which are bulging from the workout. I bite his lip, tugging slightly as my fingers search for the next buttons.
Julian grunts against my lips and moves them apart, sliding his mouth down my chin and even lower, to kiss my neck. I inflate my lungs again and tilt my head back, allowing him to leave a wet path across my sensitive skin. His hands are moving up the curves of my body, and finally reaches the damn zipper I haven't been able to remove myself, which he teases, threatening to low it…
I can't help but gasp when Julian unzips my blouse with a single finger. His laughter at my reaction, against the skin of my neck, and brings even more shivers to my body.
Pressing my knees against him, I feel the stiffness against my most sensitive place. The heat between my legs is slowly rising into my head, leaving my thoughts disordered and primitive. And I know he's finding it hard to cope with reason as well, because Julian's hands search through the straps of my blouse as he slides his lips down to my collarbones, putting a wet kiss on my shoulder.
Sliding the sleeves down my arms, he finally lays his eyes on my bra, red and with delicate lace that makes the curves of my breasts even more noticeable. He grunts, bringing his hands up to my waist, pressing his thumbs exactly against my ribs, below my breasts.
“You're so damn hot…” Julian murmurs against my skin, moving his lips to my breasts, nibbling gently until his mouth meets my bra. I arch even further, rubbing my breasts against his face and moving my hips, riding the erection beneath me. “You're driving me crazy, little angel.”
I'm surprised when his firm hands pull my skirt up, making the fabric bunch at my waist and showing my hips and thighs. He doesn't seem to mind that the panties go with the bra.
When feel him pull my panties up, causing it to come in the middle of my ass, I bite my lips, inevitably moaning hoarsely.
I look at his expression, the way Julian closes his eyes to taste the skin of my breasts, how he dares to bite down on my bra and threatens to pull it down to expose my hard nipples, which are rubbing against the cloth and making me even hornier. Even if his tongue doesn't reach the stiffness of my nipples, feeling him taste my skin like it's the sweetest, most delicious thing he's ever tasted is blowing my mind.
My hands reach for his shoulders, pulling his tightly shirt away from that tempting body, and taking the opportunity to remove it, feeling the stiffness of his muscles under the palm of my soft hands. Julian moans softly against my breasts, as my fingernail begins to explore him, leaving discreet scratches on the slightly tanned skin. I make a red trail until I meet his eight packs, and bite my lips at the way my fingers meet the curves of the defined abs.
I move my hips back, pushing his lips away, which causes him to lean and relax his back on the couch, caressing my now exposed thighs.
Finally, I reach down past his belly button and can already feel the tip of his erection, which threatens to pop out of his pants. My eyes search his lap, and I feel my heart skip a beat because, gosh, it really is huge.
I bite my lips and lift my gaze, meeting the lustful expression on his face; his green irises glowing so perversely that it could make me explode with desire just by looking at me like that.
Without letting Julian's reason get in my way this time, I unbutton his pants and hold my breath when I notice how stuffy his underwear looks. I swallow hard because I really, really want to see properly….
“Just one kiss, huh…” He says with a laugh, panting.
I lift my eyes and land on his face, on the mischievous smile that's exposed on those sexy lips. I watch carefully as his smile becomes shaky and dangerous when I take it off his pants and hold tight…
Oh, really… His pleasure moans are making me crazy.
Once again, I held my breath because it's the first time I had touched it properly. It's warm, slightly wet. I can even feel the veins bulging in my fingertips, a pulsing stiffness that makes my insides explode in desire.
I can't control my hands that begin to jerk him off, with slow, steady strokes… Neither can I control my lips from kissing him again, even if my hand steals his focus, or if my voice gets in the way of our tongues connecting:
“Fuck me, Julian…” I say hoarsely, my lips against his, “Fuck me hard… Make me feel good…”
Julian tightens my hips and forces me to let go of the hard-on and put my hands on his chest as a result. He's positioned himself better between my legs, leaving his erection exposed in the area where I'm most sensitive. And just like that, he pulls my panties up, causing the cloth to enter the middle of my pussy… I gasp again, digging my nails into his shoulders.
The panties are exactly rubbing against my clit, but it's not just the rubbing of it that makes me roll my eyes — it's because Julian is sliding me onto his erection.
“Ride me,” Julian commands, moving my hips so that I keep rubbing my wet pussy against his exposed erection.
I groan, leaning my body over his, resting my forehead against his shoulder.
“Ride me, Angel.” He commands, panting, guiding my hips.
“Put it in me, please…” I beg, biting his shoulder, trying to control the pleasurable sensation that's taking over my body more intensely than any orgasm I have felt alone. He's just rubbing his dick on me, and the sensation is better than any I've been able to provide on my own.
“Shut up.” He says hoarsely, digging his finger even harder into my hips, guiding the way I ride on his lap quickly, sliding my wet entrance and causing my clit to rub against his hard-on.
“Hah, Julian…” His name escapes with a loud moan, and he lifts my hips with extreme ease and pulls me down again, making a hollow sound that makes me bite my lips. I could feel how the tip of his dick dangerously met my entrance, but slid out because of my arousal.
Again, he makes me ride on his lap — faster, deeper, rubbing my clit again the bulging veins that show how much he wants me.
“If you keep doing this, I'll…” The words die on my lips as he holds me even tighter and starts rubbing me faster. “Julian, I…”
“Come for me.” He asks, but it sounds like an order because of the hoarse sound. “Come while you ride me and feel so close to being fucked, Angel. Come and scream my fucking name…”
I bite my lips hard… the way he's talking…
“Julian…”
“If you don't cum on my damn cock, I won't fuck you properly….”
I grip his shoulders tightly and dig my nails into his skin. I feel like he has the same clutch on my thighs and is lifting his hips so that I can move my hips backwards. And just like that, the tip of his erection enter itself into my wetness again, thrusting a little into it, stopped by the panties that have somehow been tossed aside.
A loud moan escapes my lips and my entire insides tighten, twist and explode in an aesthesis that overtakes my entire body, shivering every part of my skin. I feel his hands grip my ass, as the tip slips out again, and I become wetter and stickier because of the pleasure that comes from his dick.
I'm shaking; my legs are weak, and I don't mind collapsing completely on top of Julian… feeling his chest rise and fall heavily, and his heart beating very, very quick. Or maybe it's mine? I'm unable to tell.
Suddenly, Julian's arms are around my body, behind my back. His embrace is comforting, enveloping my body in a loving warmth that I snuggle into without noticing.
His breath tickles my ear, but I don't want to risk moving a single muscle and breaking this spell.
“That's really dangerous…” I hear Julian say in a whisper, but my eyelids are heavy, and my body relaxed. “You're a danger to me, Angel…”
Don't know if he said something else… I just fell asleep in his arms.