135 — “It’s worth the wait.”

I hold the back of Julian’s neck with my small hands, which, even together, don’t completely encircle his neck. I search for air while he thrusts his fingers faster with a frantic rhythm that makes me seal our mouths, already looking for a gap between his lips to slide my tongue inside.
What I find, however, is his tongue coming for mine — and the light rubbing and intertwining of our tongues makes me moan deep in my throat.
Julian increases the pace even more, now going so deep that his hand is crashing into my groin, making the hollow sound dangerously loud. He’s hammering his hand against my pussy, slamming his fingertips into my most sensitive spot.
I pull our mouths apart, searching for air, but he pulls my lip with his teeth, his other hand firmly on the back of my neck, forcing me to kiss him again, with even more intensity, now in a quick intertwining that makes the sensation of his tongue even softer and pleasing.
Heat is threatening to spread inside me, especially as Julian continues to thrust hard and press on my sensitive spot, going so fast and hard that I can’t help but moan against his lips, breaking off the kiss again.
But that doesn’t stop Julian from forcing a gap between my lips and fucking my mouth with his pointed tongue. The same rhythm and movement he makes with his tongue and his hand makes me feel strangely full and satisfied. There’s so much pleasure running through my body in the form of a shiver that I’m shaking, squeezing behind his neck, running my fingers up to the top of his hair to hold the blond strands between them.
My body is hot and burning, yet I’m sweating with cold skin, shivering, trying my hardest not to let out a single moan, even though the orgasm is getting closer, so close that tears well up in my eyes.
Julian keeps thrusting his fingers hard inside me, oblivious to the now loud noise his hand hammering against my pussy makes. And honestly, I can’t bring myself to care, and I don’t even dare to open my eyes and look at the door. In fact, I can’t even open them... I’m really losing the strength in my body, totally overwhelmed by pleasure...
“Yes, babe... cum on my fingers.”
And as if he owned every inch of my body, the orgasm explodes in me. I feel like I’ve been hit by a giant wave that consumes me and sends me to the depths of the ocean. He stops his hand, pressing exactly on my sensitive spot, prolonging and making my climax even more pleasurable.
A little cry comes out through the gap between our lips at the height of the sensation, and soon, I’m shuddering and clinging to his body, pressing my legs together, trapping his hand inside me to ensure that this delicious sensation lasts for a few more moments.
And when it’s gone, my body goes weak, and I collapse completely on top of him, relaxing my legs and allowing him to slip his hand out from under my skirt, his fingers soaked with my arousal and pleasure.
Julian looks at me intently, his eyes reflecting me with lust despite its darker tone. He seems hungry, filled with intense desire.
“Open your mouth.” He orders, already adding, “Tongue out, my love.”
I obey, sticking out all my flat tongue, and hold my breath as he puts the two fingers on my tongue, allowing me to taste myself... “Suck it.”
Not daring to reject his order, I wrap my tongue around his fingers and pull them into my mouth, sucking so that they slide down to my palate.
Julian spreads his fingers, fitting my tongue between them, then withdraws until only the tip is left inside my mouth. With a mischievous look and a cocky smile, he abruptly thrust his fingers... so deep that they reach my throat, making me choke. At my gag reflex at his fingertips, his smile widened more.
“I prefer it when you choke on my cock.” Julian pulls his fingers out quickly, allowing me to cough and fill all my lungs.
I’m still recovering from the sudden nausea caused by the finger in my throat when Julian turns our bodies, now leaving me trapped against the table, my hands resting on it.
“What are you doing?” My voice comes out slurred, shaky. I look over my shoulder at the way he fits in behind me, lifting my hips with firm hands and pushing my lower down. “Julian!”
“Shhh.” He lifts his face to meet mine as he also lifts my skirt up to my hips, exposing my entire ass. “If you don’t keep quiet, everyone will know you’re being fucked.”
“The door!” I sigh loudly and finally gather the courage to look down the empty corridor. “At least close the door, huh-”
I can’t finish what I’m saying... the words simply disappear... in fact, all my thoughts disappear because Julian thrusts hard inside me — something thicker, longer, hotter, and throbbing... Something that fills me with pleasure just by feeling him penetrate me.
“Why would I do that? You’re so wet right now. I know adrenaline turns you on, babe... Even when I fucked you in the bathroom with your dad at the door, you looked pretty horny.” He clasps his hands around my waist and adds, his voice firm and serious, “Bend over.”
I bend my body, leaning my breasts against the table and spreading my hands across the glass. Julian squeezes my ass, pulling my panties aside, almost tearing the thin fabric.
“Hum, tell me.” Julian thrusts his hips against my ass, making the whole cock disappear into my warmth. “Do you want me to stop?”
I stay still, huffing, trying to resist the pleasure of feeling him pounding inside me.
“I can stop if you want.” He leans over me, making the cock go even deeper — if that’s possible. “Answer me.”
“No!” I gasp with a certain desperation. “Don’t stop...”
Julian starts to move his hips away...
“No, please, I-” I let out a loud moan, a high-pitched cry that I quickly tried to hold back with a trembling hand. Julian hammered hard into me, colliding our bodies in a loud noise that was disguised between my cries.
“Let’s be quick... we don’t want to arouse suspicion.” He says, already pulling his hips away, leaving just the tip inside me. “Keep those moans down, huh? I’m going to fuck you hard, so do your best to keep your mouth shut.”
I don’t have time to answer; Julian hammers into me again, fast, hard like he said he would, only to jerk his hips again in an intense back-and-forth motion, thrusting so deeply that I have to close my eyes and cover my mouth with both hands so that no moans escape.
However, I can’t help but let them reverberate in my throat. Julian is fucking me so fast and rough that tears of pleasure are wetting my lashes. The sensation of his balls slapping against my ass, sometimes touching my swollen clit, is so insanely good that I’m rolling my eyes.
That is so, so good...
I want to moan so much, but I can’t...
I open my eyes, staring at the open door... at the empty corridor... but I find Julian’s reflection in the wall glass, holding my hips firmly and thrusting hard.
He looks at my ass, watching as the cock disappears completely inside me, then throws his head back, stretching his throat as hoarse moans escape, but they’re so low that they’re lost in the sound of our skin colliding.
I thrust my ass even further, feeling my orgasm approaching for the second time. I’m completely surrendered, overwhelmed by the frantic rhythm Julian imposes, hammering so hard that I really can’t hold back. Once again, I explode in an intense pleasure that makes my whole body shudder, and all my muscles stiffen, including the inner walls that squeeze him.
This sensation makes Julian take a firm hold of my waist and pull my body against his, pressing our skins together without allowing any distance...
Then I feel his cock throbbing inside me, bringing a slight aching sensation that has become routine; Julian is cumming inside me, deep inside, bringing a delicious shiver up my spine.
But soon, the orgasm lowers, and when I open my eyes, I remember that we’re at work — in a room with the door open... when a meeting has just ended. And that makes my cheeks burn with embarrassment.
He gets out of me and quickly pulls down my skirt, putting our clothes back on. I remain with my breasts glued to the glass of the table, unable to take my eyes off the door or move a muscle. Two orgasms in a row are certainly too much for me lately.
“Hey.” Julian spins me around and gently pulls me to him, wrapping his strong arms around my waist, leaning back against the table, and placing me between his legs. “Don’t worry, nobody heard. Your father said he’d take the staff to meet some new trainees at the end of the meeting.”
I grimace, slapping his chest, “Did you know and make me hold it on purpose?”
“It’s really exciting when you try not to moan.” He gives a smug smile, “But I’d definitely rather hear you scream.”
“You’re a perv,” I smirk back, and he smiles too.
“Do you feel better?” His question takes me by surprise, and I raise my eyebrows. “Are you more relaxed?”
“My body, yes.” I try to keep my smile, but it insists on wilting. “But there’s still something else worrying me...”
He remains silent, stroking my back slowly, so gently and innocently that it doesn’t feel like the same hands that were holding me tightly literally moments ago.
“I need to tell you something, Julian,” I say at last, my heart beating really hard against my chest. “Can we have lunch today? I really... Need to talk to you.”
I take a deep breath, searching for the right words, but they seem to roll off my tongue...
Come on, it’s not that difficult, Angelee. It’s only three words: I’m pregnant — it can’t be that hard.
But just as I let out a breath and opened my mouth, Julian interrupted me, “Let’s go on a date.”
I blink a few times, surprised and confused.
“Saturday. We’re going on a date on Saturday.” He says it even more firmly, but his voice, his eyes... his whole expression is soft.
“It’s important.” I retort with a shaky voice, my heart almost leaping into my throat, not at all matching his calmness. “I have something to tell you, Julian... I need to-”
“It’s okay.” Julian touches my face, caressing my cheek with his thumb. “You can tell me later, babe.”
“No, but-”
“You owe me a date.” He interrupts me again, a subtle smile taking over his lips. “I’m asking for it now. Let’s go on a proper date; I need to tell you something as well.”
I look directly into his green eyes, finding something I can’t put into words... it’s totally new but comforting, cozy, and truly mesmerizing. They look like two shining emeralds, but I dare say these eyes are more beautiful than any precious stone or jewel.
“Okay,” I say slowly, nodding, with a lump in my throat. “But don’t you think Saturday is too long?”
He smiles, then leans in and places a light kiss on my lips... “It’s worth the wait.”