94 — “Don’t look away.”

The moment Julian closes his apartment door, I take a deep breath and turn slowly towards him, with my heart beating fast and desperate against my chest. Suddenly, I’m nervous, and butterflies swirl in my belly.
Julian slowly walks towards me, his body shrouded in shadows that are only softened by the lights of New York City coming through the window. The nights here are always long, but from the look on his face when he finally stops before me, I know it will be even longer for both of us.
His hand already reaches for my hair, lifting my brown strands through the gaps between his fingers just to get a firm grip. His body moves even closer, decreasing the distance that kept me safe from going crazy... Now, he’s pressing his abdomen against my breasts, lifting my face and making sure I notice the desire burning in his green eyes.
I close my eyes, enjoying the sensation of Julian’s other hand moving up my thigh, slipping under my dress; his big open hand, so rough and firm, sends pleasurable shivers across my skin, leaving me impatient for something even more intense again.
And I don’t need words; my expression and body say it all. The desire all over my face is proof enough for Julian, who finally brushes his lips against mine. But again, it’s too light a touch, too pure and innocent... A slow kiss that just touches our mouths isn’t enough for me, and I’m going crazy because of it.
“Kiss me, Julian...” I ask in a shaky voice, reaching for the buttons of his shirt with equally trembling fingers, anxiety and need taking over my reason. “Please kiss me.”
He loosens his grip on my hair, making me grunt in frustration... But his hand slides to my nape, fitting perfectly behind my neck. The anticipation makes me hold my breath, alternating my gaze between his intense eyes and his lips that come closer and closer.
“Tell me, little girl... How do you want me to kiss you?” Julian brushes his lips against mine. “Slowly? Exploring every corner of your mouth... sucking on your tongue and making you wish it were somewhere else... Or do you want me to kiss you hard, so hungry and intense that you’ll run out of breath?”
I lose his shirt’s first button and move up to the next, eager, my voice sounding slow as I say, “Kiss me the way you want... Do with me what you want most. I want to be yours, Julian. *Make me yours.”*
“Are you sure?” He brings our faces closer, mixing our breaths, his closed eyes preventing me from seeing what emotions glimmer in them. “You asked me if I know what I’m getting myself into, and now it’s my turn to ask you, Angelee... Do you know what you’re saying? Do you know what you’re allowing me to do?”
“I know.” I gasp and move my face forward, finally unbuttoning Julian’s entire shirt, revealing his perfect abs that have always made me thirsty.
Feel his body was my young, silly, passionate dream — and now, I can run my hand down this firm chest and leave a red path with my nails; I can go down to find his abs, the eight-packs, the marked ribs, the pelvis bone that marks the path to sin.
*Julian is every girl’s dream.*
And now, I really can make it come true whenever I want.
“I do, so please — take me,” I say slowly, in a whisper, and catch him holding his breath, with his grip on the back of my neck wavering. “Show me everything.”
Julian gives a low chuckle and finally seals our lips, with his tongue invading my mouth abruptly, taking advantage of my surprise to slide it inside. And just as he said, his kiss is intense, hungry... our tongues intertwine so fervent that it robs me of the air, makes me stagger, weak, remembering that the dildo is still inside me.
He’s devouring my mouth, yes, but also exploring every corner of it, sucking my tongue and playing them in a fast, circular rubbing; he’s using his flat tongue to envelop mine, inviting it to advance into his warmth this time. And I simply follow this deep, intense rhythm, imitating his movements, my head going to the opposite side of his, our mouths fitting together so perfectly that they seem made for it.
I dig my nails into his waist and try to support my wobbly legs, but the slightest movement makes the pink egg move deliciously inside me, and a gasp comes through my parted lips. I search for the air stolen from my lungs, pressing our bodies together, fearing that he will regret giving it away and punish me again...
But that doesn’t happen. In fact, Julian lifts me easily, taking me in his strong arms, his hands firmly on my butt. And I cling to his neck, my fingers trailing up to his blond hair, so soft it tickles me.
I’m still so eager for this contact that I seek out a new hungry kiss, sucking on his tongue like he did before, intertwining our tongues with voracity while he walks, his fingers still digging into my ass, exposed by the raised dress.
All the way to the bedroom, our mouths remained locked in this intense, fervent kiss that stole our breath and left our breathing short, hearts racing, and with the desire dominating our minds...
Until he finally puts some distance between us, sitting me down on the edge of his bed.
The cologne grows stronger in his room. Julian’s scent is on the sheets, on the pillow, hovering in every corner of his apartment; it envelops me, intoxicates me, and leaves me completely anesthetized, searching for the source of this pleasure. At this point, I no longer dare to deny it — I’m completely addicted to this man. He has messed with my head; he taught me things I could never have imagined. And I’m sure it’s so good because he’s the one doing it.
Watching him remove his shirt and show me his irresistible abdomen, muscular arms, and the veins that pop out of his skin makes me crazy. I’m already wet enough with pleasure and excitement, but Julian manages to make me even more ready. My inner walls tighten from the tickle he causes me just by existing, and the dildo reaches a little deeper, dangerously close to my sensitive spot.
Julian stops in front of me, so close that I have to raise my face to look at his face. His impatient hand reaches for my hair again, gripping it tightly, while a mischievous smile rises to his lips. I can see the lustful expression on his face even in this darkness, and I have to thank the open curtains and New York City’s lights for that because seeing him like this is certainly a show apart.
He lowers his eyes and makes me follow his gaze, crossing the defined muscles until it reaches the pants marked with his erection. My breath comes in short as he grips the bulge tightly, squeezing, leaving me drooling at the chance to taste it.
“You want it, don’t you?” Julian’s voice is hoarse, but his tone is so good to the ears that it sends shivers down my spine. I can feel his desire, and *it’s driving me crazy.* “You couldn’t enjoy it last time, so I’ll let you have all the fun you want today.”
Julian releases his stiffness only to reach for the button of his pants and unfasten it with such ease that it makes me sigh. His intense gaze encourages me to go for what I want, and that’s exactly what I do — I take my eager hands to his waistband, pulling all the clothes down to make his cock pop out.
I raise my eyes again, feeling a gentle caress on my face while he keeps a firm hold on my hair, such a delicious contradiction that makes me even hornier.
“Enjoy it, babe...” He removes his hand from my face, trailing his fingers down my neck, taking one strap of my dress past my shoulders. “Enjoy it as if your life depended on it. Show me how much you’ve missed me, and I’ll show you what I’ll do with you... what I’ve always wanted to do, all this time.”
I hold the erection tightly, feeling it pulse as I move my lips forward, giving a simple kiss to the wet tip with excitement. And fitting it into my pout lips, I feel Julian straighten my hair, pulling it back, gathering the brown waves into a single hand to hold it like a bun. This way, he guides my head, lifting it so our eyes meet again.
“Suck me, girl.” He moistens his lips with a cocky smile. “Let me feel that little mouth of yours that I missed so much.”
I try to lower my eyes while driving the tip of the dick further into my pout lips, but Julian’s grip gets rougher, as does his bossy tone, “Don’t look away. Look at me while you suck my cock.”
I part my lips and move my head forward, finally taking more of his erection into my mouth, but it’s so thick that I have to open wide. The taste of arousal isn’t as salty as his pleasure, but I like it because it’s proof that he’s also struggled to resist the temptation to touch me; this encourages me to rub my tongue on it, making him feel its softness as I slowly take his cock, with the corner of my mouth stretching and aching to receive it all.
When I swallow it, the tip already reaching the back of my throat, I feel his vein throbbing on my tongue, releasing a little more of his arousal into my mouth. I swallow his taste, and the reflex in my throat causes Julian to let out a pleasurable, hoarse grunt... deep enough to send shivers down my spine...
But he doesn’t break eye contact.
I keep his erection as deep as I can, already starting to choke on the stiffness filling my throat, but I flick my tongue quickly, rubbing its softness while taking several swallows that drive him crazy.
Julian moans a little louder, shuddering under my hand that holds firmly on his hip, my nails digging into his skin, while the other follows the movement of my sucks, using my hands and lips together to drive him crazy and jerking him off.
I close my eyes, surrendering to my own pleasure when it throbs in my mouth...
However, when I set my own pace, moving forward and sucking it, something steals my focus and makes me gasp, opening my lips to let out a loud and surprised moan... But that doesn’t stop Jullian from filling my mouth completely with his cock, going deep into my throat in a quick, deep thrust that makes me choke.
I dig my nails even harder into his hips, choking on the cock that stays deep in my throat, and open my eyes, tears wetting it and rolling down my cheeks... not because he’s enjoying my gag reflex, but because my insides are vibrating again.
Julian moves his hips, making the stiffness jump out of my mouth, and I cough with a loud, screechy moan, resting my cheek against his defined abs... “Julian, you...”
“What’s wrong, babe?” He feigns innocence but doesn’t fool me. He flicks the control before my eyes with a mischievous grin. *He turned on that damn dildo again.* “It’s not fair that I’m the only one feeling pleasure, right?”