82 — Julian is giving me control…?

I slowly pull my face away, resting my hands on his shoulders, and look at him… The discreet smile on his lips makes him so annoyingly handsome that my heart skips a beat. I open my lips and take a deep breath, keeping the air in my lungs while his hands slide down the curves of my body.
“Julian…”
“Can't I?” He innocently asks with that almost smug little smile, “I won't if you don't want me to.”
My lips moisten while he leans over me, supporting my back…
“You know… I've never done this before…” Brushing our lips together, Julian adds, making his words reverberate inside my chest, “But it felt so good, and I want it again…”
“You're so sly,” I say with a laugh, and he places a light kiss on my lips.
“Ride me… I'm giving you control this time.” He relaxes his back in the tub again, allowing me to move as I please, “If you don't want to, just take it off like you always do.”
*Julian is giving me control…?*
It makes my heart race, and something burns inside my chest.
I adjust my hips, feeling the cock pulsing inside me… then I toss my hair behind my shoulders, giving him a full view of my breasts, my flat belly, and how thin my waist is. Julian seems to like what he sees because he grunts with his lips pursed, his cock throbbing even more.
So I begin to ride him, leaning on his chest, with my hair falling and covering my face again… but Julian's hands push it away, wrapping it around his wrist. My head tilts to the side, and his rough touch encourages me to pick up the pace, rolling my belly while sliding back and forth.
Julian is moaning hoarsely, closing his eyes tightly, tilting his head back, and stretching his throat, showing me how his Adam's apple trembles from the grunts that escape. I claw at his chest, feeling his heart beat fast against the palm of my hand while he really struggles to give me control, just holding on to my thighs.
And riding him like that, seeing the pleasure take over his whole expression, makes me feel… *powerful.* It's really something I've never felt before. This makes me increase the pace even more, lifting my hips to sit down quickly, snapping our hips with the sound of splashing water reaching my ears, mixing with our moans.
And maybe we're being too loud, but I don't really care… I just lean over him, throwing my hips back again, lifting my ass, and staying still while resting my breasts on Julian's chest, who grunts and says hoarsely, “Fuck, you're so damn hot, girl.”
I'm jerking my hips up and down again, sitting hard, burying myself completely in him… And I'm going crazy because the way I'm almost lying on top of him makes his cock's tip keep hitting my sensitive spot, making my skin shiver and my inner walls tighten more and more…
“Damn…” Julian grunts, clenching his teeth tightly, making the muscles in his jaw jump at his stubble, “If you keep that up, I'm going to-”
I don't let him finish… I just rub my tongue across his lips, sliding it inside his mouth, meeting the softness of his. Julian grunts again and closes his eyes, his hand going up to my ass, holding it tightly, helping me sit down even harder, splashing water everywhere.
Julian kisses me intensely, with desire, so different from the passionate, slow kiss of before… I can taste his arousal, his longing, and his need. And the way his tongue swirls in mine, alternating between discreet sucks that take mine inside his mouth, certainly drives me crazy… Especially when he uses his pointed tongue to fuck my mouth with the same path as I'm sitting on his cock.
I part our lips with a moan because, damn, my body is so hypersensitive that it's shaking desperately. Every time the tip of the cock rubs inside, and it throbs desperately, filling me completely, I feel close to the edge… I'm losing my mind, and all I can do is lower my mouth, nibbling it on his chin, trailing wet kisses down his neck where veins also pop out…
But suddenly, the wave of pleasure reaches me, crashing against my body so intensely that I sink my teeth into Julian's neck, making him grunt. My vision is suddenly blurred, and I close my eyes tightly, sucking his skin, feeling Julian's hands on my ass, shuddering as much as I am…
“Angel, if you don't want me to… Take it out… take it— *uh,* FUCK!” He moans hoarsely… no, it's almost like a shout that awakens an even more intense pleasure in my body. I don't move anymore, and just like the first time I felt him spurt into me, a slight burning and the sensation of being flooded by his pleasure overwhelms me.
Julian lifts his hips against mine, keeping our bodies glued together while my inner walls squeeze him and try to expel his cock out… But he seems to defeat my stiff muscles because he keeps inside me, cumming while I'm still feeling my orgasm that's being prolonged by the way he throbs and fills me.
“Oh, shit.” He says with a low chuckle, with my suddenly weak body on top of his. His arms hold me affectionately, pulling me into an almost possessive embrace.
I bring my face close to his, my eyes wet with tears of pleasure and water that we've splashed all over the bathroom. My chest rises frantically, and my short breaths prevent me from wording a decent sentence.
“That was definitely the best fuck of my life.” Julian says, caressing my face, drying the corners of my eyes with his thumb, “Your face is all flushed, you know that? You look a mess, and I like that.”
“Look at you then,” I struggle to retort and give a discreet smile, “Where's the always-composed Julian?”
“You killed it with your pussy-” I slap him playfully on the chest, arousing a laugh that makes my heart pound and a cozy warmth burn in my chest.
We stay silent for a few moments, just staring at each other with our breaths ragged. No words are necessary… I know that Julian isn't that drunk anymore, not like he was when he forced himself into the apartment. And after an angry, jealous sex, somehow, we got here… with this thing so intense that there are no words to describe it.
*I'm completely at a loss for words.*
Julian places a kiss on my forehead fondly and puts my head against his chest. I close my eyes, snuggling into his chest because there's no strength left in me… either to extend this moment that I don't want to end — or to let him go…
That's why I just let my breathing find its usual rhythm and allow my heart to get used to the fact that there's still a little more pain to bear.
***
I wrap myself in the black satin bathrobe, gently twisting my hair to remove the water. Julian is still inside the bathtub, staring at me intently with an unreadable expression. I look at him over my shoulder, then hold out a towel he doesn’t mention picking up.
“Take this. I'm going to check outside. I'll ask Dad to get some medicine or something like that, and then you can sneak back to your apartment.”
I wave the towel again, but Julian remains with his arms open around the bath… And okay, fine, I have to admit that he looks really hot when he's like this.
My throat suddenly goes dry.
“Take it, Julian.” I grimace, but he just moistens his lips… and I give up on keeping my arm stretched out like that.
“Do I really need to go? I miss sleeping with you.” He says it so honestly that his words leave me baffled…
It's true… we've been sleeping together quite often, and I hadn't realized how this is intimate until I heard him saying it so seriously. My face is probably flushed again because my cheeks are burning.
“I've been thinking, but you really shouldn't drink like that,” I turn away from him, my heart beating so, so fast, damn it…
Julian doesn't say anything…. He just watches me while I put the towel on the marble counter and look at him over my shoulder again, “And yes, you need to go back to your apartment. What would you do if my father saw you in my bed?”
“Maybe things would get easier.” He shrugs, making me frown.
“You're out of your mind. Your brain's fried from the alcohol, and you've forgotten who we're talking about.” I let out a harsh breath I hadn't even realized I'd been holding. But he keeps quiet, and I add in a thin, high-pitched voice that comes through the lump in my throat, *“He's going to kill you.”*
“Probably.”
I sigh again, running a hand through my wet hair, “I'm serious, Julian. You've known my father longer than I have. You know I'm not bluffing right now. I mean, a punch is the least…”
“I'm aware, Angelee.” His voice is firm, and once again, it makes me impatient.
“If you're aware, *you know* you should go back to your apartment and get a good sleep. The hangover in the morning won't be easy…” My voice drops, completely failing when I see him so serious, so determined.
It somehow weakens my conviction.
“Don't do something you'll regret when morning comes, Julian.”
“I already have.” He gives me a discreet smile, “I've done it so many times that I'm close to losing count.”
I nod, feeling his words cut my chest like damn blades.
Of course, the alcohol is wearing off… *What will be left after tonight, if not only the memories of our recklessness?*
“Well, don't let this one add to the count.” I say softly and, without paying him another glance, I add, with my hand firmly on the bathroom door handle, “Wait here… I'll sort things out.”