Ana Oliveira Part 2

"That's great!" I whispered.
"And you and Jow?"
"I'm still in love with him and wish we could get back together."
"I never doubted you were in love, just like I always knew Júlia was his daughter."
"Then why didn't you tell him?" I asked, curious.
"Because I’m not a gossip. I didn't mention Júlia or Lucah's sexuality because, even though he was my friend, you were my sister. I didn’t think it was fair to share things you didn’t want to be said."
"He's going to be hurt with you," I said, seeing her shrug. "I told Josiah recently about Lucah and Jonas."
"And finally had the courage to say you never had anything with the cousin..." And realizing she was about to insult, she blushed and looked at me. "Sorry! With Lucah?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and popping a bubble of gum.
"Yes, but he, just like you, doesn’t believe Lucah could be a good man. He still hates and questions everything about his brother..."
"I’m not going to give my opinion because it's the same. It hasn’t changed since the night we fought because you used the secrets I told you against me."
"Anyway..." I continued, trying to change the subject, as Isabela's view of my friend made me sad. "I ended up sleeping with Josiah... Today we had sex for real, but we had hooked up a couple of times before."
"The whole block must have heard your sex session! Your moans are super loud!" she teased, making me blush like a tomato.
"I bet the guys upstairs are jerking off..."
"Seriously?" I asked, shocked.
"Yes! And..."
Before she could say anything more, the front door opened, and Josiah walked in carrying Júlia on his hip. It was lovely to see him with her little backpack slung over one shoulder as he set her down on the floor. My little princess ran over to me while Josiah looked confusedly between my friend and me. His eyes darted suspiciously from one to the other.
"Mama!" she shouted, running clumsily in her green uniform, making her look even cuter. "Miss you..."
"I missed you too, my love!" I said, picking her up and showering her with kisses on her head. "You look beautiful in that outfit..."
It was the first day I had sent her in uniform. It was a sleeveless cotton shirt, white with olive green trim, paired with a completely green stretch short. I smiled seeing Josiah taking a diaper out of her bag, ready to change her, as she definitely smelled like pee. He stood waiting, looking into my eyes, and seemed to give up on the diaper. I noticed Jow had realized a bath was probably a better option...
"You do look beautiful!" Isabela complimented, making my daughter finally notice her.
"Auntie..." Júlia shouted, starting to jump in my lap trying to reach her. "Play?"
"Yes, you can play with your auntie, Sweetie. But first, let's do what Daddy said," Josiah said, taking her towards the bathroom, with her pouting.
I told my friend I would help Josiah with Júlia and then take her upstairs so she could spend some time with the child before I talked to Josiah.
We gave her a bath together in the huge black tub. Júlia loved the warm water, and although she started the bath by whining about getting cleaned, she ended up fussing at us in her own language because she didn’t want to leave the water.
I caught Josiah staring at me several times while I helped dry our little and lovely Sweetie, who sat on his bed. He would look away, but then start devouring me with his eyes again. And while I dressed Júlia in the outfit Isabela had given her, making her look even more like her father in black clothes, Jow stole a chaste kiss from me.
I felt like a lovesick fool as I looked at him, while Júlia clapped her hands, having never seen us together like that. I knew in her little head she didn’t understand, and she celebrated as if it were a party. Josiah smiled at both of us and then went to the kitchen while I started to nurse our daughter.
I had introduced more bottle feedings over the past few days, spacing out the intervals between feedings to start weaning her off the breast. I also had a consultation with the doctor to switch the SOS that increased my prolactin levels, and she had given me medication to help dry up the milk production. My daughter still asked for "tete," but less frequently.
I lay on my side on Josiah's bed, with Júlia quietly nursing and playing with my hair. He was preparing something in the kitchen, looking a bit more relaxed. It was clear how much our daughter brought relief to our storms. Jow had left to fetch her completely upset, now he seemed calm.
"Shall we go to Auntie’s?" I asked, putting away my breast while Júlia sat on my lap.
The little one was sleepy but perked up immediately when she heard "Auntie." As we were heading to the door, Josiah appeared with a plate. I eyed the tuna sandwich with mayonnaise and salivated.

" Let me take it, because I want to have a word with Harry, and then I'll take advantage of it right away.
I accepted the food he offered me and devoured it on the couch, while I listened to him going up the stairs with his daughter chattering in a language that only she spoke. Josiah remembered that I loved to eat that sandwich instead of dinner, in case I was sad. It was a sensitive detail that he didn't forget.
I exhaled deeply and started to organize the dishes he had left on the sink. Then, I decided that it was finally time to take a shower. My whole body was tense, and the powerful jet of hot water from that square shower relieved most of the knots in my muscles. I stayed with my eyes closed for a long time, with my forehead resting on the dark wall.
As soon as Josiah came back from the studio, I would definitely end things between the two of us.
When I felt the movement behind me, I opened my eyes, startled, but feeling that thick hand sliding over my breasts, that hard member rubbing against my ass, the smell that escaped from every pore of him, made me clearly understand that Josiah had invited himself to the bath.
"You taught me to want to escape from pain this way..." he whispered in my ear. "I learned it right. So, Sweetie, make me forget everything that's breaking my heart," he begged, cupping my breasts in his huge hands, squeezing them tightly, eliciting a moan from me.
I slid his fingers away, turning on my heels, looking up, hunting his eyes. My belly was hot, the blood boiling and running madly through my veins. My heart? It was about to explode, as I stared at the intrinsic plea in his gaze. I stood on my tiptoes and held Josiah's face between my hands, making the kiss as affectionate as I could manage, feeling our saliva mix, our tongues brushing against each other, our lips in sync.
"I love you... so much!" I said, between kisses.
"I love you too, Ana!" Josiah replied, breathing between my lips.
We kissed in a primal way, with animal instincts coming to the surface. That man's lips were ravaging mine, hungry. Josiah dug his fingers into my ass, squeezing as if he wanted to pierce the skin, eliciting a moan of pain from me. When he let go of my ass, it was only to grab my hair with one hand, while the other went between my legs.
His touch was not gentle, it was rough, possessive and needy. Josiah devoured me with his mouth, his thick and huge hands dedicated themselves to making my scalp burn, as well as my pussy ignite with his fingers running through it.
I lowered my left hand, wrapping it around his giant member, sliding it over the length of that monument. My mouth watered, feeling how hard he was for me.