78 — A wicked smile on his lips

A sigh escapes from my lips. I'm simply stunned.
Of course, Julian is just saying this because he had too much to drink. His eyelids look heavy, and his voice is slurred. Perhaps he's as drunk as he was when said we should be just friends.
But this time, there's something different. The intensity in Julian's gaze, the way he touches me with such greed… It's like there's chaos inside his mind and, while I'm pleased to see him suffer at least a bit like me, it also hurts me.
I bring my hand up to his face… And the way he snuggles into my touch, kissing the palm of my hand, brings butterflies to my tummy.
“What are you doing, Julian?” I ask, looking straight into his eyes.
“Regretting.” He says, closing his eyes and rubbing his cheek against my slightly trembling hand. “I'm sorry, hum?”
I open my lips to answer him, but Julian is sly and, while his face looks innocent, his hands are getting ready to connect us completely. I know this because, without me noticing, he had unbuttoned his pants and lowered them enough for his hard cock to jump out, now brushing the tip against my wet panties.
“I'm sorry, babe.” He says, brushing his lips against mine, pushing the panties aside, “You want to punish me? Then why don't you rub yourself against me like you did before? Make me want to bury my cock inside you again… to fuck you until all you can think about is me.”
I hold my breath while his erection rubs against my swollen clit.
“Punish me like that… *not with other men.”* His voice comes out as a whisper, and he closes his eyes. “Please, I can't bear to see you with another man.”
“Why?” I ask, feeling my heart pound strongly, with anticipation, with excitement… with fear of the answer, and, above all, with hope. “Why, Julian?”
“Because I'm in love with you.” He says, placing a light kiss on my lips, “I can see it now. I'm fucking in love with you.”
My eyes widen slightly, and I open my lips to answer him… But Julian pulls my hips down hard, making me slide abruptly onto his cock, receiving him all in one quick thrust.
I throw my head back, stretching my throat, letting a loud moan echo through the room. And soon, I feel his beard tingling my skin, his lips touching my neck in a wet, soft kiss.
Julian is licking me, his tongue all on my throat, sucking it and leaving his marks, until my skin shivers again, already flooded with so much stimulation.
The quick flick of his tongue against my sensitive spot and the throb of his stiffness inside me is making me lose my mind.
“You've taken my cock so many times, and yet you're still so tight,” Julian says against my neck, stroking my lower back with an open hand, while the other grabs my hair again. He's tilting my head to give him a view of the mark he's left on me. “There's nothing about you that's not perfect.”
My body is shaking intensely. I'm still too sensitive from the recent orgasm… to the point where just feeling him throb inside me makes me moan loud. But Julian holds my waist tightly inside my blouse, his palm rough against my skin, so I move my hips impatiently, a slight roll that makes him moan too.
Now, he brushes his lips against mine, searching for a fearful, almost innocent contact — but there's nothing innocent about the way his stiffness fills me completely, widening my entrance up to what I can take it.
“Move, babe… Ride me,” Julian whispers.
Placing my hands on his shoulders, hooking them around the curve of his neck, I set my knees on the mattress, spreading my legs. Julian slides his palm down my hips, my thighs, tugging the strap of the panties that seem so thin and fragile in his large hands. He seems impatient, restraining himself not to dictate the pace like he always does.
I lift my hips slowly, making the cock slide out until only the tip is inside my wetness… then go down again, one slow thrust, burying myself in the throbbing stiffness once more.
Julian groans deep in his throat and holds my thighs tightly, his fingers digging into my skin, causing a slight pain that sends shivers down my spine and sets my body on fire.
Even more impatiently, while I lift my hips again to repeat the motion, Julian's hands come to my ass once more, holding me high, forcing me to hold only the tip inside. But suddenly, he pulls my hips down, making me sit hard, taking all his cock, deep, fast — until I'm unable to hold back the high-pitched cry.
I grip his shoulders tightly, digging my nails into his shirt, pursing my lips to keep the moans from escaping, but Julian realizes this because he pushes my ass down hard. And I simply can't control the sudden gasp that opens my mouth again. This gives him the perfect opportunity to attach them and slide his tongue to meet mine in a fervent, passionate kiss.
He's moving my ass up and down, making me take as much of the cock as I can, while his fingers dig deep into the skin that I'm sure is scarred by the punishment I've received. But I like it… I like how Julian sets the pace, how he seems incapable of controlling himself and dominates me.
*I really like how he's willing to give up the control to me but can't help taking it back.*
“Julian…” I moan his name loudly, and that makes him pick up the pace, snapping my ass against his hip hard, with the sound of smacking flesh reverberating through the room along with my pleasurable cries.
Tilting my head back, I stretch my throat, rolling my hips, and using his movements to sit even harder, burying him completely inside me.
Julian presses his lips against my throat, feeling my moan's vibration meeting with his own grunts… “You're so beautiful… so fucking beautiful.”
I hold the back of his neck tightly, turning my eyes to the drunken expression that somehow allows a lustful glint into his eyes. This contradiction completely takes over my chest and brings butterflies to my belly, a delicious shiver that runs down my spine.
And this time, it's me that leans to kiss him, invading his mouth with my tongue, searching for the softness of Julian's.
I grasp his face with desperate hands, but they're too small, and I can't hold him properly. My clumsy touch only allows me to clasp some of his neck and jaw, that's so perfectly drawn that it's a sin. The extremely short hair on his nape tickles my fingerprints, just as his beard does. But I don't let that stop me from kissing him with all the longing and conflicting feelings that have been bothering me for so long.
Julian lets go of my ass, moving his arm behind my lower back, pressing me against his body while I ride him, rolling my hips, intertwining our tongues in a swirling move that steals my breath… He's such a good kisser that I wouldn't be surprised to come just from the softness of his tongue.
I tilt my pelvis, making the tip of his erection reach an extremely pleasurable spot inside me, and can't help but part our lips and moan at this slight touch. But Julian doesn't allow our mouths to stay apart for long because he runs his tongue along it again. He plays with my lower lip, biting, pulling it slightly, and keeping it between his teeth while moans deep in his throat.
Rolling my hips even faster, I allow the cock to keep hitting that sensitive spot, bringing waves of pleasure that shiver me, and leave my mind completely blank-
“Shhh.” Julian suddenly covers my mouth, his big hand reaching almost over half my face.
But I'm so turned on, so desperate and in need of the next orgasm that I keep thrusting my hips forward, riding him, rolling my belly until Julian grunts deep in his throat and clasps my waist tightly-
“Angel, are you home?” — My father's voice sounds in the other room like a sudden punch in my chest.
My eyes widen and I stop moving immediately.
I move my head quickly, seeing, at the end of the corridor, that he's turning on the lights… And I know this because, damn it, *we didn't even close my bedroom door.*
That's enough to finally clear my mind. I’m trying to get up and move away from Julian, but he holds on to my lower back hard, still pressing our bodies together.
I face him, desperate… and my heart skips a beat because, instead of the despair, the scare that I expected… there's a wicked smile on his lips.