158 — Give him pleasure

I wake up to a loud sigh and the rustling of curtains. I can’t say I’m a light sleeper, but today, even the fall of a feather seems to make me open my heavy, sleepy eyes... and I find Julian’s broad back just right there, on the balcony, with the moonlight illuminating his skin.
Standing up softly, I approach with slow steps, hoping that he will turn and greet me with his usual brilliant smile. But he doesn’t. Julian seems to be absorbed in deep thought, so much so that when I stop at the balcony door, he keeps his eyes downcast.
From where I’m standing, I can see that he’s looking at his cell phone, but I don’t know what. Whatever it is, it’s giving him a reflective, strangely introspective expression.
A few long moments pass while I’m observing his unshaven face and his eyes that shut a few times with restrained tears.
But since he still doesn’t seem to notice me, I approach him even more and call out in a soft voice, “Julian?”
I touch his back slowly, and he immediately relaxes under my touch. He turns off his cell phone screen and puts it on the table next to him.
“Um, what’s up, babe?” He gives a forced laugh that quickly turns into a genuine smile as my arms encircle his body, “Did you miss me in bed?”
I nod, my cheek against his back, running my hand down his well-defined abdomen. I can feel all the muscles bulging against his skin, the stiffness of his eight packs, and the way he shudders under my innocent caress.
I press my lips together a little tighter.
“What are you doing out here?” I ask, drawing circles on his abdomen with my index finger, and he holds his breath for a moment.
But then, Julian holds my hand, stopping my movement, still with my fingertip under his abs.
“Just thinking about a few things.” He says, sliding his own finger across my index finger until he reaches the back of my hand. “It’s no big deal... You can go back to bed.”
I remain silent, feeling his fingers fit between mine and close in a firm, comforting intertwining.
“I don’t want to,” I mumble, my lips touching the bare skin of his back dangerously.
“Why not?” He tilts his head, looking up at the starry sky, as my arms tighten around his waist, and our crossed hands press into his abs.
“I don’t want to be away from you.”
“Not even for a few minutes?”
“No.” I pause, and I’m sure my hot breath against his back is setting his whole body on fire. “Not for a moment.”
“Hmm, I like the sound of that.” He mumbles seductively, running my hand up his abdomen, stopping at his chest. He spreads his fingers, making me open my hand and place my palm against his fast-beating heart. Butterflies swirl even more intensely inside me. “The idea of having you by my side all the time is a temptation.”
“Why?” I say with a silly laugh, already wondering what he means...
But his voice confirming my suspicions makes my laughter widen, and my cheeks burn; I don’t know if it’s from the happiness that forces my lips into a smile or from the reactions that Julian causes in my body.
“I’m thinking of all the inappropriate things we could do.”
My laugh seems to put him at peace as I feel his muscles relax immediately.
Julian turns to face me, still holding my hand, stroking my fingers in a lazy caress that really makes my heart beat faster.
Even now, engaged, I still feel like a lovesick fool, and I doubt that will change, even when we get older.
“You look happy.” He says, surprising me.
“Of course I’m happy... I mean, after those two proposals, how could I not be?” I say mischievously, raising an eyebrow.
“Hmm, I’m tempted to find out which one you liked better.” Naughtiness shines in his eyes, making my wicked smile widen a little more. “But I have an idea which one it is.”
“You do?” I moisten my lips and spread my hand across his chest. When my palm slides to his abs again, there’s no longer any sign of Julian’s introspection... There’s only lust in it... an intense, needy desire shining in his eyes.
“Uh-hum.” Julian’s hands reach for the curves of my body, making me sigh. Our locked eyes shine with an intense desire that bubbles in my lower belly.
In fact, seeing him with this naughty expression and wicked little smile is much better than the way he was a few moments ago. Now, his breathing is heavy and short, and his touch becomes firmer behind my neck. The rough way he holds me and forces me to hold his gaze robs me of breath and speeds up my heart, pounding where I’m dying for him to explore.
I run my nails down his abdomen, and this makes him follow my slight movement with his gaze. When he raises his eyes to meet mine again, my fingers find the waistband of his underwear. His smile widens, and the tongue that moistens his lips invites me.
Julian brings our lips closer but doesn’t actually touch them. Our mingling breaths are setting my body on fire as my fingers go down a little further, quickly finding the bulge in his underwear.
I gasp and notice that he’s holding his breath... even though he’s already used to my touch, he seems anxious and in need of more. I press my fingertips to the tip of his cock, and even through the fabric, I can feel that he’s hard, so hard that a vein is popping out and inviting me to explore it.
Slowly, I run my finger down the length of it, noticing that Julian is gritting his teeth, also running his hand down my shoulder and my arm. His fingers slide to my wrist, dangerously close to the hand that presses his hard-on.
“Hmm...” He mumbles, moving his lips down my cheek, along my jaw, until they finally meet my neck. His breath now against sensitive skin makes me moan low, and Julian likes the reaction; his low, husky laugh reverberates down my neck and becomes a kiss on my throat.
I squeeze his erection a little tighter over his underwear, trying to fit all the thickness around my hand and explore its length, but I want to do it with my mouth.
And as if he could read my mind, Julian moves his lips up again and brushes them against my ear... “Get on your knees.”
I don’t think twice. I lower myself slowly, curling my fingertips into the waistband of my underwear as I drop to my knees. The cold, hard porcelain floor makes me shiver, but Julian’s firm touch on my hair forces me to lift my head and steal my breath.
He pulls down his underwear a little, only to expose his full erection, which, just as I thought, is really ready for me. No matter how many times I see it, I can’t get enough of this man, or from his body, from his cock. I can never get over the urge to run my tongue along every vein that pops out to hear Julian moan.
His low, naughty laugh sends shivers down my spine, and I notice that my lips are already parted, and I’m getting closer to doing what I want most. Julian is having fun and enjoying how I raise my eyes, looking straight into his face that has lust all over it.
I try once again to close the distance that is torturing me, but Julian pulls my hair back. The discreet pain is so pleasurable that I moan low, and that makes his eyes more intense, as dark as the sky above us.
Julian holds his own erection tightly, and I feel envious. I try to have it too, but he says, “Stop,” and I don’t dare defy him — which makes him smile even more wickedly and slam his erection against my parted lips.
The hit is brief, not enough to satisfy this throbbing need in me. I’m really soaking wet, and even rubbing my thighs together isn’t relieving this desire.
But I want to pleasure him. Seeing the way Julian looks at me, his heavy breathing, and his mischievous eyes gives me such great and delicious satisfaction that it borders on orgasm. Hearing his hoarse, masculine grunts and moans, strangled by trying to resist, is definitely one of the best things in the world.
I want to make him go crazy, lose control, and moan, cum so deliciously in my mouth that his whole body will shake. This petty desire makes me stick out my tongue and keep our eyes locked.
Julian’s gaze becomes amused, and he taps the tip of his cock against my flat tongue... so fast that I can’t lick it off. So I stay still with my tongue fully extended out, inviting him to do it again.
And he does it again so quickly that I let out a frustrated sigh. He laughs, squeezing my hair between his fingers and making me lift my face a little more.
I keep my tongue out, and Julian taps his erection on the corner of my cheek. I try hard not to show dissatisfaction again, even when he hits my cheek, then the other, then the corner of my lips again and again, avoiding my tongue. It’s torture, but I like it.
But finally, when he hits the tip of his cock on my tongue, I suck it impatiently, and Julian thrusts his hips forward, pushing his cock all over inside my mouth, making me let out a choked strangled moan.
Julian threw his head back so deep that he hit the back of my throat, completely stealing my air. I choke, but he presses my head against his hip, forcing the hard-on into my mouth as much as he can. Even so, there’s still a lot I can’t put in, which leaves me unsatisfied... So I push a little harder, feeling my throat and eyes sting as I try even further, making the tip go deeper into my throat.
He throws his head back again, moaning loudly, and holds my head in place, reveling in my gag reflex.
Tears run down my cheeks, getting lost in my fully-filled lips and the saliva that drips out when he finally retracts his hips and slides his cock out of my mouth.
I cough a few times and breathe deeply, but Julian thrusts again, fucking my mouth without going too deep. The jerk of his hips is neither too fast nor too slow... it’s a sensual movement that waves his abdomen and makes the cock slide in and out without ever popping out of my mouth.
It’s so good that I close my eyes to enjoy the sounds he makes.
But then, Julian moves his hips completely away, and even though I try to suck him off, the hard-on pops out of my tongue.
I open my eyes in surprise, already feeling Julian’s firm hands take me by the arm and lift my body.
“You know exactly how to make me better, huh?” He says with his voice low, heavy with lust, and spins me around, pressing my belly against the balcony railing. “But now I’m hard... You’re going to fix that, right?”
I bite my lip, feeling the heat of his body on my back as he rests his hands on either side of the railing, leaving me with no way out.
He moves closer to my ear and adds almost hoarsely, “Stick your ass up... I want to fuck you right here, right now.”