135 — “It’s worth the wait.”

I hold the back of Julian’s neck with my small hands, which, even together, don’t completely encircle his neck. I search for air while he thrusts his fingers faster with a frantic rhythm that makes me seal our mouths, already looking for a gap between his lips to slide my tongue inside.

What I find, however, is his tongue coming for mine — and the light rubbing and intertwining of our tongues makes me moan deep in my throat.

Julian increases the pace even more, now going so deep that his hand is crashing into my groin, making the hollow sound dangerously loud. He’s hammering his hand against my pussy, slamming his fingertips into my most sensitive spot.

I pull our mouths apart, searching for air, but he pulls my lip with his teeth, his other hand firmly on the back of my neck, forcing me to kiss him again, with even more intensity, now in a quick intertwining that makes the sensation of his tongue even softer and pleasing.

Heat is threaten