26 — Stay with you tonight

I can't believe what Eric did. I'm so angry and scared and… furious! Even when we parked in our building and Julian brought me to the front of my apartment, holding my shoulders, I could feel my body shaking. And even though the door is here, in front of me, and the key is in my hand, I find myself unable to open it.
Looking at Julian, I notice his soft expression, his green eyes that glow intensely with something I cannot understand. He's standing beside me, waiting for me to enter the apartment. But my hesitation is getting his attention, I can tell by the way he studies my face, my frowning lips, and my cold body. I know I shouldn't bother him any more than I already have… for putting him in this big mess, but…
“Julian?” I say softly, surprised that I’m able to call his name. “Can I stay with you tonight?”
I think my question has him surprised because I see how his eyes widen slightly. And I immediately regret it, feeling an intense chill take over my chest. I open my lips to say that it's not necessary, that I'll be fine, and I'm already moving the key to the lock…
But he stops me, holding my hand gently, making it disappear into his large palm.
“Yeah.” I hear him say, as he disentangles himself from the wall and pulls me slightly toward his apartment, crossing that small hallway while, with his other hand, he searches his own pockets for his key.
And I'm overcome by so many intense sensations that I'm about to overflow… because his hand is so warm, so gentle.
When he unlocks the door and pushes it open fully, he guides me into the apartment and then closes the door, all without letting go of my hand. Click — the door locks, and I hold the air in my lungs because I can't help but remember when I knocked on his door and asked him to fuck me.
Incredibly, this is the first time I feel shy for saying it so abruptly.
“Why don't you go take a hot bath, while I cook something for us?” He approaches me, still with his hand over mine, yet gently removing the key that was stuck between my closed palm. “You seemed to enjoy wearing my shirt so much that time, I guess it's okay if you wear it again, huh?”
I fight back my lips that threaten to rise into a silly grin.
“I look good in your shirt.” I say in a whisper, and I can't help but stare at his lips as he passes his arms around my waist, resting them on my curves.
“Oh, I never said you don't.” Then he gives a smug smile and deposits a kiss on my forehead, pulling away completely, bringing a sudden loneliness and a chill to my body.
“I'll bring something for you to wear soon.” He says, turning away from me, disappearing into one of the rooms.
Taking a deep breath, I walk to the bathroom in his room, where I know there's a really inviting bathtub. I just lean against the door, and when my eyes met the huge mirror, which takes up an entire wall, I can see why Julian seemed so angry… The marks on my arms really don't look good. Eric's fingers are dug into my skin in a slightly purple bruise.
I crunch my lips together, feeling tears at the edge of my eyes.
Was this the first time he held me like this…?
No, I don't think so.
I think there have been other times when I've had some bruise marks, but more discreet ones. I just… I've never seen it that way, like that. I shake my head, trying to focus on something else and… Really, these clothes fit perfectly on my body and enhance my curves… It's no wonder Eric freaked out like that. This is something unthinkable for him.
I don't know how long I have been staring at my reflection, but I'm starting to feel strange in these clothes, as if they don't suit me at all. But funnily, I don't have the courage or strength to take them off.
The door slowly opens, as Julian starts to enter, “Angel, the clothes-”
Julian looks at me with surprise because my eyes are wet, and I'm still dressed, frozen in front of the mirror. His hand is firmly on the doorknob and his body still outside the bathroom.
“Julian…” His name escapes softly, and I can see how sad his eyes get… “Do you think I'm pretty?”
He opens his lips, surprised by this question, as if it were absurd.
Pushing the door open completely, he enters the bathroom, stopping exactly behind me. I have to turn my eyes to the mirror to be able to see him fully, through the reflection.
“Pretty?” He murmurs, brushing his lips against my temple, “That's not a word that can define you.”
I feel a twinge of pain in my chest and close my eyes, with disappointment spreading inside me…. What did I expect, anyway?
“It's not enough.” Julian adds hoarsely, his lips brushing against my ear, and his hands firm on my waist. “You're perfect… absolutely perfect.”
My lips part and a sigh escapes through them. I open my eyes slowly, noticing the thirsty expression on his face as he rubs his forehead against my temple, still holding me tightly.
“This blouse makes you look amazing…” He says, sliding one of the sleeves down and exposing my shoulder, which he deposits a kiss on, as he pulls the other sleeve down.
My heart speeds up, as he makes me lift my arms to remove the blouse.
And the cloth falls to the floor easily, making me hold my breath.
“This skirt… makes you look wonderful.” He murmurs against the bare skin of my shoulder, sliding down the zipper of my skirt. Then he gives me another kiss, this time wetter, as he pulls it down and lets it slide down my legs to my ankle.
The lingerie I'm wearing isn't sexy like the one I bought for him, or the one I wore the night he picked me up drunk at the bar… But its red color with lace seems to attract his eyes… and by the laugh he gives against the back of my neck, I can tell he likes what he sees.
I struggle not to arch my body when I see that he's crouching down, kissing the middle of my back, running his hand down my hips, brushing against the strap of my panties.
“This lingerie makes you fucking hot.”
I bite my lip and rub my legs together, trying to relieve the sudden pressure on my lower belly. And when I feel the wet kiss at the end of my spine, I swallow a groan.
The slowness with which he pulls my panties down my legs is equally torturous.
Then he stands up again, looking at my reflection, my flat belly, the slight cavity sides that go down to my pelvis, and the beginning of my pussy.
I feel my heart beat even faster as Julian's fingers begin to slide down my belly, slowly, stopping exactly in the middle of my thighs. “Even your pussy is just perfect… so close, tight…. I love it.”
To my complete dismay, his hands pull away without touching the place I desire most, and I fight back the disappointed grunt that threatens to escape from deep in my throat. Again, he kisses my shoulder, sliding his fingers down my waist to my back, up my spine, only to send shivers down it.
Then, with admirable speed, he unhooks my bra — and I gasp.
I feel how he leans against my body, and I can feel, through my back, the stiff abs behind his clothes, as well the bundle in his pants, right on my ass.
We lock our gazes through the mirror as he slides the straps of the bra off, allowing it to fall to the floor, along with the other pieces of clothing.
Another kiss on my shoulder… a kiss and a light bite that makes me tilt my head to the side, showing him my neck.
Tucked behind me, I see him move his hands up to my breasts, cupping them in his large, firm hands, touching them so gently that he seems afraid to break me. I can't resist the temptation and close my eyes when he rubs the tip of his thumb against my nipple and, as if appreciating my reaction, he rolls his lips up to my neck, licking, sucking where I'm sure he already left a hickey.
When he presses both my nipples at the same time, a loud moan escapes my lips.
Damn, he has barely touched me, and I'm already completely wet.
And he knows it because I can't control my hips that rub against the erection behind me.
“You're perfect from head to toe.” He murmurs against my neck, sending shivers throughout my body. “So don't think such nonsense. You're more beautiful than anyone else.”
Julian's warmth and touch are so delirious that I have forgotten why I'm in his apartment, completely naked in front of him. In fact, it's as if all those worries disappear… as if none of it matters because if he tells me these things, I believe them without even blinking.
“You can take your time.” He says, giving me one last kiss on the shoulder, before quickly walking away and closing the door, without giving me time to protest or try to convince him to share the shower with me.
I bite my lip, frustrated.
Just wait, Julian… Tonight, you’re really going to fuck me.