14 — Touch yourself

Julian's breathing becomes heavy, and I hear him grunt deep in his throat. He's pressing my body closer to his, and takes my lips again, leaving me breathless during the intense kiss that, without even noticing, causes me to sit up in bed and arch my body. My back sinks into the mattress and Julian stands over me, one arm resting just beside my head.
His other hand explores my leg, moving up my thighs as he licks my lips with his tongue. With a husky voice, he adds, “Do you want me to fuck you that badly?”
I nod frantically, feeling my heart pulsing so fast it feels like it's in my throat. Julian's low chuckle is delicious and sends chills to my entire body.
“Then say it.” He commands with his lips against my neck, and his voice reverberates through my sensitive skin.
“I want it…”
“You want what?” Julian laughs deep, and that makes my body shiver again and flinch. However, Julian's hands held me tightly, keeping me fitted between his legs and under his big body. “Say it in all the right words, like when you suddenly knocked on my door.”
Biting my lips and arching my body, I feel his hands lower my hips with a strength I couldn't resist even if I weren't overcome with lust.
“I want you to fuck me, Julian.” I say slowly, with anticipation bubbling in my lower belly, so hot it makes me sweat.
“Good girl.” He says and pulls his hips down so that our bodies collide, and I can feel his stiffness between my legs.
I couldn't hold back the groan.
“But you can't take me yet, Angel…” He says huskily, looking straight into my eyes. “You'll need to get ready first.”
“Get ready?” I probably had confusion stamped on my face because Julian couldn't hold back his low, husky laugh….
“If I put it in you now… I'm going to break you down.”
I wiggle my hips, rubbing onto the erection that, yes, is sure to break me… But did I buy those things for situations like this?
A mischievous smile appears on my lips, and I play with the buttons of his shirt as I undo them one by one.
I say in a coy tone, batting my eyelashes slowly, “How nice that, when I bought this lingerie, I picked up some little toys too…. Maybe one of them can help with this?”
There’s surprise all over his face.
“You bought a dildo?” He asks incredulously, and when I nod my head, he starts laughing.
I feel my face heat up, and I'm sure my cheeks have taken on a red hue.
“Could you not laugh? If the problem is that I'm not loose enough, doesn't that fix everything?”
He's still laughing, which annoys me deeply. I try to disengage myself from him, but he notices my seriousness and holds me by the shoulders, pressing me against the mattress and making sure I stay under him.
And although he's no longer laughing anymore, there's still a smug smile on his lips.
“And you plan to do this alone?” He raises an eyebrow, raising his body, supporting his weight on his knees that sink into the mattress, keeping me between his legs.
I pout, and he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and throwing his head back, pushing my knees apart as he grunts deep in his throat.
“Hah, Angelee…” He says with his voice so husky it sounds like almost a different person, “I'm trying so hard to be decent…. But if you want my cock that much, what can I do?”
I crunch my lips together, suddenly ashamed to admit that yes, I want it badly. But I have to confess that there's something different about Julian. I had already noticed it yesterday, but when he's horny, he gets so… rough.
There's something about his posture that bewitches me, makes my throat suddenly dry, and a shiver runs through every inch of my body. I think I could do anything he wants if he asks me with that bossy tone.
He looks me straight in the eye by moving his head forward and keeping his knees on the mattress. I can see lust all over his expression. That's enough to make me lose my breath…. “That won't do.”
“What-”
“Have you ever put anything in your pussy?” He asks seriously, and it makes me shudder, and my cheeks turn even flushed.
“N-No…” I stammer, surprised by my sudden shyness, “Never…”
“See?” Julian leans toward me again, resting one hand on the mattress, making his veins and muscles bulge. I bite my lip, and this small reaction brings a smile to his lips again. “That won't do.”
Before my lips part and I can ask him what exactly he means, Julian slides his other hand down to my pants waistband and, with impressive agility, unbuttons one button after the other, with just one hand. And without giving time for my surprise, he takes my pants in a tug — which makes the cloth go quickly down to the middle of my thighs.
Julian takes off my pants and sees the panties I sent him earlier. With the same sly smile, he slides the straps of my blouse and helps me remove it fully, showing him the bra as well.
He seems to admire my body, as grunting deep in his throat, “It's much better seeing in person…. Did you really think of me when you bought it?”
“Yes…”
“I like it… It makes you even hotter.”
I bite my lips again and wiggle, but once more, Julian's hand presses my hips down, sinking my ass into the mattress, “Easy, girl.”
Even as I try to seal my lips for Julian can't hear it, I moan loudly. And his body stops me from rubbing my thighs together to relieve the tension in between my legs. Somehow, Julian seems to like what he sees.
Julian sits up on his knees again, and slides his hands up my legs, down the inside of my thighs. He's digging his fingers into my flesh, spreading my legs apart, opening them and seeing how the panties are unable to hide my arousal, since their cloth is visibly wet.
“A dildo will hurt you if you've never put anything in here…” He says, running his fingertip down my panties, especially at the rise my clit makes in the cloth. I swallow a groan. “Do you know what to do, then?”
I deny with a head shake, my lips puckering and my breathing heavy.
“Using those pretty little fingers.” Julian says softly, holding my fist and guiding my hand to the middle of my legs. I keep my eyes fixed on Julian's face, on the twisted smile that hovers on his lips, the lustful glow, and this expression… it's something I've never seen in these seven years.
I hold my breath when I notice that he's making me press my finger on my clit, and the feeling of having him guide me is very different from when I touch myself alone.
Biting my lips, I let him guide my finger to the entrance, feeling the wet pantie under my fingertip.
“Touch yourself right here…” He uses his thumb to indicate a pleasurable spot that makes me arch and moan low. And with extreme ease, he pulls the fabric aside, displaying my smooth pussy, which makes him grunt with the back of his throat. “Fuck.”
He’s putting his thumb exactly at my entrance, tapping it so that a little wet sound reaches our ears. Then he moves his fingertip up to my clit again in a slow, circular fashion, rubbing so that the moans can no longer be contained in my lips.
I struggle to keep my eyes open, but the sensation is simply too good. I'm going crazy, losing myself in this touch…
Suddenly, a sharp sensation arises between my legs, and I moan loudly with a gasp — Julian is slowly inserting his thumb into me, so gently that the sharp pain passes quickly.
My chest is rising and falling sharply, and I bite my lips because the more he moves in and brings a slight pain it quickly passes and becomes a wave of pleasure that's hard to define.
“What a good girl… you're taking in my finger so easy…” Julian murmurs hoarsely, his eyes watching my pussy, his finger disappearing inside my wetness.
I'd like to see it too, if the sensation wasn't too good and made me close my eyes.
“Will it swallow my cock like this?” I feel him slide his finger out of me, keeping only the tip there, playing on my clit again…. Then he slides in again, faster, deeper.
I let my loud moans get out my throat.
“Look at me, Angelee… Look closely,” Julian commands, and I open my eyes with great effort, noticing that his head is between my legs, kissing the inside of my thighs, sliding his thumb inside me with slow, delicious strokes. “Let's see how many fingers you can take.”