55 — “Take off your clothes.”

Julian smiles at my response, and I melt into him.
Gripping the back of my neck tightly again, he brushes his lips against mine once more, tugging them slightly with his teeth. And when I roll my hips against his, a smile breaks out on his mouth.
With one swift movement, Julian lifts me up and sits me on the counter, fitting himself between my legs. With his hands in my hair, his fingers digging and tangling in the messy strands, Julian tilts my head to the side, fitting my mouth to his like they were made exactly to stay glued. I feel the softness of his tongue slide into mine, wrapping around it in circular motions that drive me crazy.
I let him dictate the pace while my eager hands search for his shirt, specifically its buttons. And I quickly unbutton it, fighting the shivers that invade my body through the cold counter beneath me; I'm just not cold because Julian's warmth is passing through to me.
When I unfasten the last button, I run my hand over his body, feeling with my whole palm the firmness of his abs, the curves of the eight pack that always gets me horny. But what I really want right now is what's in his pants… so I run my nails down, scratching his belly until I reach the waistband.
Julian pulls my hair, making me tilt my head and moan hoarsely, the back of my throat straining. And soon I feel his lips trailing down my jaw to my neck, leaving a wet trail where he kisses and slides his tongue….
“I can't take this.” He says, murmuring against my skin, “When I remember what you did, I get angry all over again.”
I bite my lip and throw my head back even further, closing my eyes, reveling in the way he sucks my skin until it leaves the marks of his kiss.
“You took your clothes off so easily in front of those men… why don't you take them off now too?” Julian whispers against my ear, releasing my hand and sliding down my arm, down… pulling my hip sharply to the edge of the counter.
I feel the bundle in his pants right between my legs and hold my breath. Julian is looking at me expectantly, his eyes burning with lust.
“Do it.” His firm tone makes me swallow dry, “Take your clothes off.”
Slowly, I slide one of the straps of the dress down my shoulders — and this simple act catches his attention. I moisten my lips and slide the other strap down, even though my fingers are freezing and chilling my skin at the slightest touch.
“Lower this dress and show me the lingerie you bought for me.”
I obey his command, lowering the dress to my waist, showing the bra that really accentuates my breasts.
Julian leans over and gives my shoulder a kiss, running his hand up from my waist to my arms slowly. And unlike mine, his fingers are warm, yet bring the same shiver.
“Do you really think I'd let you get away with it after showing everyone something that's mine?” He asks low, almost hoarsely, bringing both hands down to my bra… Then he pulls it hard, ripping the fabric I never knew was so fragile… and my breasts pop out-
“Julian-” My cry comes out strangled, surprised. And I hold my breath because his hands hold my breasts tightly; his fingers are digging in, trying to hold them completely in his hands.
“Shut up.” He interrupts me harshly, his lips against mine. “I'm getting angry again.”
I take a deep breath, shutting up, just giving his bottom lip a dry kiss, waiting for him to open them to receive my tongue. But he doesn't… instead, he loosens his grip on my breasts, guiding his thumb to my stiff nipples… and I let out a moan when he rubs his fingerprints over them.
Julian kisses my chin, trailing kisses down my neck, while brushing his fingers over my nipples, making them even harder with circular motions that awaken a rush of heat between my legs. He continues his kisses down my collarbones, until finally reaches my hardened peaks. And I hold my breath when his tongue moves further down.
I can't hold back the next moan when the soft, warm tongue reaches my nipple. I try to cover my mouth to keep them from sounding loud, but Julian grips my wrist firmly and pulls it away, making me hold on to his hair while he makes swirling motions on my nipple, sucking it, rubbing his fingers lightly over the other.
Hah, it's so good that I throw my head back and moan loudly again.
Julian is bringing both my breasts together, trying to put both nipples in his mouth. And the feeling of his soft tongue rubbing fast, licking it with the back of his flat tongue is driving me crazy.
I close my eyes and move my hips, ticklish, with an intense anticipation burning at my entrance.
He sucks my nipples so hard, I know it will get marks all over. And as if he's given up on holding them, his hands go to the dress that's covering me only from the waist down, and continues down until it reaches my thighs… I let out a painful moan when he digs his fingers hard into my skin — and this reaction seems to amuse him, in a way.
Slowly, Julian starts to move his hand up again, taking the dress with it… “I don't think I like this dress either.”
I give a discreet smile, noticing the desire burning brightly in his eyes, and bite my lip, “Why don't you rip it too?”
He gives me an equally discreet, yet teasing smile… and moistens his lips, causing the cloth to pile up around my waist.
“You like to drive me crazy, don't you?” Julian gives me a kiss on the corner of my lips, holding me tightly by the waist…
Then once again, he tugs at the dress, not ripping it fully on the first pull. But his strong hands pull even harder, so much that the veins in his hand pop out and the fabric breaks open.
Julian looks at my body intently, like it's some piece of art, then finishes pushing down the bra straps that no longer serve their purpose. And there's nothing but the panties on my body now. But more than just admiring, he touches me.
I lean my body back, letting him run his hand down my chest and slide across my skin to my belly, his fingers trailing even lower….
And when Julian finds my panties, he looks at me playfully, tangling his fingers in it… and pulls hard again, making my hips move too.
I bite my lip when he snaps the first strap.
With an almost torturous slowness, Julian reaches for the other strap and pulls it too, ridding me of the last piece of clothing covering my body. At the same time, he's getting down, on his knees in front of me.
I hold my breath when he spreads my legs even wider, pulling me to the edge of the counter. And when I feel his tongue touch my entrance, I let a loud, pleasurable moan escape from deep in my throat. I lean awkwardly on the counter, tilting my back against the wall, feeling my whole body shiver while he runs his tongue up my swollen clit.
My impatient hand goes to Julian's blonde hair, tangling my fingers in it, but I don't dare force him to establish a rhythm… I just hold him tight, watching how he lifts his eyes and stares at me, making eye contact while he's moving his tongue around my most sensitive spot.
And I moan again, even louder because he's sucking lightly, suctioning, and rubbing his tongue at the same time, moving his hands go up to my breasts, pinching my hard nipples.
I'm going crazy, losing my mind completely, with my eyes even rolling… But he keeps licking me long and slow… rubbing the smoothness of his flat tongue, drooling to the point of making me sloppy, with saliva and excitement dripping down my crotch and his chin.
I can't hold back the moans, which come out so loud and pleasurable that I wouldn't doubt if the whole building heard me. And like he wants to taste me even more, Julian reaches down to my entrance and starts fucking me with his pointed tongue.
While he thrusts his tongue quickly, still rubbing his fingers over my hard nipples, I feel a wave of extreme pleasure approaching. My insides begin to clench around it, and perhaps he senses I'm close to orgasm because he brings one of his hands to my pussy, using his fingerprints to rub my swollen and very, very sensitive clit.
I moan loudly, unable to hold it in any longer, and explode in an intense climax, with my body shivering and shaking intensely. But Julian doesn't stop — he continues to savor the taste of my pleasure.
He stands up again while I try to control my deep breathing and desperately pounding heart… and when he starts to unbutton his pants, I see the big erection that's being released.
I raise my eyes to his face, seeing that there's a teasing smile on his lips.
And with his hands firmly on my waist, Julian rubs the tip of his dick, wetting it on my sloppy entrance, “Now, girl… it's on my cock you're going to cum.”