13 — See what you do to me, girl
The return drive to our building was considerably quiet. The streets of New York City were busy, and the traffic was crazy, so it took us a little longer than expected. Sometimes, when we stopped at traffic lights, Julian would look at me until the red light turned green. I know this because, even though I kept my eyes locked on the people walking on the sidewalk, I could feel his gaze on my skin, warming me as if I were under the sun.
When we reached the parking area of the building, I noticed how Julian's hands held the steering wheel with firmness, veins running down his skin, and how he sometimes relies on just one hand to push the car into its spot.
As the car finally stops, Julian reaches out to grab the bags before I can do so, and I'm amazed at how easily he picks them up; his hands are so big they don't seem that many. At my obvious expression of surprise, he gives me a subtle smile that brings even more butterflies to my belly.
I quickly get out of the car, allowing a breath of air without Julian's scent to inflate my lungs, and he does the same, closing the door awkwardly while carrying all the bags.
My heels tap lightly across the floor, and I'm now a little more used to the new sound of my footsteps, but I cannot get used to the way Julian is looking at me, checking out the curves of my body, probably remembering how I look when I have no clothes on… at least, very few clothes.
I call the elevator with a quick, hard pressing on the button, and a few moments later we're inside that closed cubicle, and I'm again drowning in his scent. It's not as if Julian passes too much cologne, I've just become extremely aware of this smell that brings a tickle to my lower belly… aware to the point of losing track of time because the next thing I know, the elevator doors are opening on our floor.
Julian follows me with slow steps as I approach the door and reach for the keys. Only their tinkling fills the silence, as neither my voice nor Julian's dares to escape. But I can sense the tension between us, the attraction that pulls at our bodies and keeps our minds focused on each other. At least, I hope that this effect isn't only on me.
I open the door and allow Julian to enter, finding the silence of my apartment and taking more than a few seconds to look away from the couch. I feel my throat constrict and my heart palpitate heavily because I can't look at that place without remembering the way we kissed, and I cum over him.
“Where do I put those things?”
My cheeks take on a flushed hue, so I just hide my face through my long hair and clear my throat, “In my room.”
Julian starts walking with a casually that flares my nerves. I follow him, trying not to show how affected I'm by this. I feel like a teenager again, anxious by the boy I like coming into my room-
*Boy I like?*
“You really got it all out of here, huh…” Julian remarks, placing the bags on my mattress, interrupting my thoughts that were taking dangerous paths. “Is the next step to renovate the decor?”
I give a sarcastic smile and roll my eyes, sitting down on the bed.
Like? Hah, no way, Angelee! No way! It's Julian you're thinking about, come on!
Besides, I got over it a long time ago…
“So… I guess I'll be going…” Julian says anxiously, bringing his hand to the back of his neck, pursing his lips. He avoids looking at me as he begins to walk away with equally fearful steps.
I don't know what came over me, but I reached out to grab his arm. My touch is gentle, but he stops abruptly, as if startled, surprised by my touch.
“Thank you for today… for everything, really.” I say slowly and allow my hand to slide slowly down the long sleeve of his shirt until it reaches Julian's, intertwining our fingers gently. I notice how his eyes scan the progress of my fingers and return to my face… to my lips.
“No problem.” He swallows hard, I see his Adam's apple moving. Then, he gives me a subtle smile, and looks away, making the butterflies in my stomach flutter their wings even faster.
I approach the edge of the bed, with my knees sunk into the mattress, looking at Julian, who remains standing in front of me. He offers no resistance as I pull him to me, and stands only a few inches away, without letting go of my hand or taking his eyes off mine.
Grabbing his shirt and leaning on my knees, I lift my body to get our faces closer together. Julian holds me around the waist, and I can't help but notice how his big hands fit perfectly into the curves of my body. It seems that this thought also surrounds his mind because I notice that his breathing has become heavier.
I feel his fingers slip to my hips, and he closes his eyes tightly, trying to rearrange his thoughts. I know how dangerous this is… I know he might push me away if he allows reason to come back and take over his mind, so my lips are quick as I add, “The lingerie… I'm wearing it now.”
Julian grunts deep in his throat, and I feel the tighter grip rise around my waist again. Even his voice is more serious when he says, “Now? Were you planning to torture me with another picture when you got home?”
A shiver runs up my spine, as does a silly grin, “Actually, I was planning to knock on your door and show you in person.”
Julian leans our foreheads together and opens his eyes, looking at me in such a deep way that I hold my breath. And his tone is husky as he adds, “That's dangerous.”
“Dangerous?” I play innocent, brushing my lips against his, closing my own eyes because I can't stand the intensity of that look, which is burning me, making my heart beat rapidly and the middle of my legs wet.
“I'm getting unable to be away from your lips.” I smile, hearing his huskiness.
“Don't be away, then.”
“I'm a man, Angel… And you're fucking my head up.” He murmurs against my mouth, “I don't know how long I'll be able to keep reason…”
I squeeze his shirt even tighter, crumpling the cloth in my fingers, and give a low moan when I feel his hands on my ass, squeezing hard. And I tilt my head, resting my chin against his lips, and receive a wet kiss on it.
Again, a silly smile takes over my mouth.
“Are you thinking about me?” I ask softly, feeling my heart beating desperately against my chest.
“All the time…” He moves his lips down my neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses across my skin, gently caressing my thighs, moving his hands up slowly, and seeking my hair to entangle his fingers in. And so, he does, holding my hair and forcing me to look at him again. “All the damn time.”
I gasp, but I don't time to think about anything — my head is blank, completely foggy, and Julian's lips are on mine. His tongue is making its way into my mouth, sliding slowly to explore it and finally find my tongue.
Julian's kiss is burning, as is his warm skin on the palm of my hand. Our breaths are mingling, as are our tongues, that intertwine in a deep and fast rhythm, so intense it makes my legs tremble.
I feel Julian's arm support me by the waist and press his body to mine, and his erection touch my belly.
“Are you feeling…?” He brushes his teeth across my mouth and down to my chin, with little bites that shivers my skin, “See what you do to me, girl.”
Bringing his hand to the middle of my legs, between my thighs, I add with a suggestive tone, “Yeah… So, why don't you see for yourself what you do to me too?”
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