42 — I've already fallen.

Sitting on Julian's couch, I watch him approach with an ice pack. He crouches under one knee in front of me, taking my foot off the broken heel carefully, “What a shame, it was a nice shoe.”
I give a sarcastic smile, “That stupid Eric always giving me losses.”
Julian touches my ankle gently, but it still brings a sharp pain that makes me groan and draws his eyes.
“How did you end up in that situation?”
“I wish I knew. Eric showed up out of nowhere… and started talking nonsense to me. I thought after what he did at the reception, he'd give up, but apparently not.”
“Do you think he followed you?” Julian places the ice pack on my ankle, making me swallow the next groan that mixes pain and shiver of the icy sensation under my skin.
“I don't know… Maybe.” I murmur, watching the care with which he touches me and presses the bag so that it doesn't hurt me, “I just hope Laura gives me a break, I'm sick of her bullshit.”
“Laura?” Julian raises his eyes, “Is she bothering you?”
No, I didn't tell Julian about the way she reacted at the restaurant, or when I got those flowers. I also didn't tell her about how she found out that we were having sex. Maybe that last is important, since it involves him, but….
“It's no big deal.” I give a smile, then sigh deeply and throw my head back, leaning it against the couch.
If I tell him, she'll probably lose her job. With a baby on the way, things will get difficult. A child shouldn't have to suffer the consequences of adults' actions — not like I did. Meeting my dad when my mother died of cancer and left me with nothing but a big debt and several traumas was something that scarred me. It gave me a deep wound that took years, smiles, and a lot of love to heal.
“And how did you end up in a place like that?” Julian presses on the ice pack a little harder, and a hoarse groan escapes from deep in my throat.
Staring at the ceiling, I ask him, “Do you know Grace?”
“Grace? Who is that?” He grumbles, moving the ice pack up a little above where it hurts.
“The new employee.”
“Hum?” Julian moves it up more, making my body shudder.
“She invited me to that club, sent the address and the time, but-” I let out a louder groan because of the cold sensation against my skin. The ice pack is releasing cold drops of water that slowly drip down.
I lower my head, looking at him again, “What are you doing?”
“Taking care of you.” Julian just gives a mischievous grin, running the ice pack up my thigh, making my back arch.
He laughs against my knee, where he lays a dry kiss.
“You know what…? I don't want to talk about Grace.” He rests my foot on his lap, right on the package in his pants — which makes me hold my breath.
Feeling him so stiff under the soles of my feet brings a funny sensation to my belly… a warmth that can so easily take over my head and completely overwhelm me.
“And I don't want to talk about Cathy either.” He grumbles against my knee, running the ice pack up the inside of my thigh, making me arch again and moan hoarsely.
“What do you… hum, want to talk about, then?” I bite my lips, wiggling my belly as he continues to move the ice pack dangerously up to my entrance that catches fire.
Julian takes a light bite of my knee and says, looking directly at me with his green eyes, a few shades darker than usual, “I don't want to talk.”
I bite my lip, feeling Julian's other hand flatten on my belly, pressing me down, even though the icy sensation against my skin is taking over my senses and making me shiver.
And I try to move my foot, but my ankle gives a twinge of pain that makes me groan.
“Shhh… Stay still and let me take care of you, babe.”
I nod and resist the temptation to moan when he pushes my legs apart, making the already short dress ride up to reveal part of my white panties. The smile on Julian's lips shows me that he likes what he sees, maybe because the cloth is transparent and gives a good view of my pussy….
He places a kiss on the inside of my thigh, spreading the wet, warm sensation of his tongue across my skin, only to press the ice pack against my entrance, making me gasp from the conflicting sensation.
“Is it good?” Julian asks, leaving the ice pack there for a few moments, until I nod desperately, feeling my clit ache slightly from the cold sensation.
And once again, Julian kisses the skin of my thigh, a little further up, like when he's devouring my mouth. I have to swallow another moan when Julian presses the ice pack against my pussy, leaving me so sensitive that my legs are shaking and my skin is completely shivered.
Julian pulls it away after long moments and I gasp, arching my back, resisting the palm of his hand that remains on my belly, pressing me down. I move my belly and hips like I'm riding, and it seems to get him lusty because his hands are looking at my hips and pulling me to the edge of the couch abruptly.
I throw my head back when Julian's hot tongue touches my hard, icy clit. A loud, pleasurable moan escapes through my parted lips along with a sigh. Holding tightly to my thighs, he explores my pussy with his whole tongue, running it all over the edge.
Closing my eyes, I allow myself to focus only on the way he moves his tongue across my clit, licking slowly, circling it with the tip and sucking gently.
He stops, but before I grunt in disapproval, he says with his voice reverberating through my hypersensitive skin, “Open your eyes and look at me.”
I obey, opening them fearfully to find him looking directly into my eyes as he goes back to licking me, making me even wetter, to the point where saliva drips down my thighs. But I don't mind — the feeling of having him savoring me while making eye contact is driving me completely insane.
Slowly, Julian's warmth overcomes the chill caused by the ice pack, making me melt.
He uses his fingers to open my pussy lips apart, spreading me up for his tongue to fully reach my sensitive spots. I can't help but moan loudly when he teases me with the tip of his tongue that's enveloping my clit, going down to my sloppy entrance, because of his saliva and my excitement.
Suddenly, Julian thrusts his tongue inside me, making me arch again and throw my head back, with moans reverberating from deep in my throat. I close my eyes, unable to stay sane amidst this delicious sensation. And he keeps punishing by thrusting his tongue inside me.
Moans are filling his apartment. I'm sure my voice is so loud that even the neighbors below are listening to the way Julian makes me reach paradise.
I feel chills take over my body again, running across my skin, prickling every inch. Involuntarily, I move my hips, swirling slowly, riding his mouth… which seems to please him, as he's digging his fingers even more firmly into my thighs, opening his mouth wide to take my entire entrance.
“Hah, Julian…” I scream his name, feeling the orgasm approaching, threatening to explode on his tongue....
But he stops, withdrawing his tongue which pulls away with strands of saliva disengaging from me.
“No, no, I was almost-”
“Quiet.” He says, covering my mouth, leaning over me, “You're going to cum on my cock.”
I close my eyes, feeling too much stimulation take over me....
“Open your eyes.”
I open them, looking directly into Julian's green eyes.
“Unbutton my shirt.”
Obeying his command with trembling hands, I reach for the buttons one by one until his abs are fully exposed. I pull the fabric away from his shoulders, allowing myself to appreciate how soft his skin is, how his muscles make deliciously tempting curves.
“Now the pants.” He says huskily, lowering his eyes to the huge bundle in his pants that makes me hold my breath and hesitate. “Don't you want to? You were so eager to take my cock these last few days.... Maybe you got tired of it?”
How could I get tired...? The problem is simply the opposite...
I'm completely addicted.
My trembling fingers search for his pants, which I unbutton with surprising ease. I lower it slightly, leaving him in just his boxers... a white one, as well as my panties, which also mark the big, stiff erection.
“Take off your dress.” He orders again, pushing my dark hair behind my shoulders, “Take it all off, I want to see your whole body.”
With anticipation burning in me and the urge to finally reach orgasm, I slide the straps of the dress off. And even though he's told me to take it by myself, his hands are eager and pull the dress up with a thud, dropping it to the floor.
I feel his eyes burn into my skin, “Are you bra-less...?”
Biting my lips, I move my belly towards him, being stopped by the firm hands on my hips.
“Did you go to a place like that without wearing a bra?” His voice is husky and low as he rubs his thumbs against my stiff nipple. “Were you planning to show someone else this beautiful body of yours?”
I shake my head, denying desperately.... There's no one I desire more than Julian — there's no one else that I crave such a touch.
“I don't know if I believe you.” He leans over me, sliding the straps of my panties down, “I think I'm jealous.”
My heart pounds so hard, I'm sure it misses the next beat.
Julian pulls my panties tight, ripping the thin cloth so easily that it makes me gasp.
“Your panties are so flimsy... maybe you should stop wearing them when you're around me.”
He pulls me to the edge again, leaving me with my legs open wide and ready to receive him. With his hands spreading the insides of my thighs, Julian reveals the erection that's so hard that veins pop out.
I hold my breath, feeling my insides throb with anticipation.
“You know what?” He moistens his eyes, moving his hand up to my face, which he holds with some rudeness, “When you look at me like that... you awaken something in me.”
“And what would that be?” I slide my fingertips down his abs slowly, stopping when I get so close to his hard-on that I could touch it if I really wanted to.
“Better to show than tell.” With his other hand, he grips my wrist firmly, “But you should continue with caution.... If I really show you, I might break your sweet innocence.”
And with a wicked grin, his eyes sparkle with lust, “So tell, my little angel... are you ready to fall?”
Oh, Julian... *I've already fallen*.