“What?” I sigh in a mixture of surprise and anticipation. My body is still weak and dull from so many orgasms in a row... But when Julian completely gets rid of his clothes and rests his knee on the mattress, leaning over me, I feel ready to get one more.
Julian’s hands reach for my dress, pulling it down my arms so slowly that I wonder if he isn’t eager to take me, but that doubt soon disappears because I feel his erection pulsing between my thighs as his lips reach my neck for a wet kiss, to suck it and leave traces of this night beyond my memory.“Give yourself to me, Angel.” He murmurs against my collarbones, placing a quick, light kiss against them before adding, “Give yourself completely to me...”I hold my breath, feeling his mouth move down my skin, finally reaching my breasts while his hand continues to slide along the curves of my body, his fingers slowly trailing down my flat belly until they go to my hips, hoMy body is shaking, vibrating. I try to keep the moans from escaping through my parted, trembling lips. Still, it’s impossible... especially when there’s a dildo inside my pussy, and Julian is thrusting slowly, an easy thrust that’s spreading my other hole. A hint of pain makes me try to press my knees together, but my legs just smash against his waist, gripping his body tightly.But at the same time as the pain of being stretched spreads through my body, the shivers caused by this odd sensation are much stronger; it makes me shudder and moan, unable to find reason amid this overload of feelings.“You’re doing great, babe...” The arm resting next to my head trembles, as does his whole body above me, but his hand searches through my hair, tangling his fingers in my brown strands, holding on tight while his other hand stimulates my clit, rubbing it quickly.I can’t find any words amid the moans that break out involuntarily; I ju
Madrid, Spain — Four years before.ㅤJust like every other time, the day dawned gray and depressed. If it hadn’t been for my father’s decision to take me on a business trip, I would have been in my room under the warm blankets. He didn’t want to leave me alone, and I couldn’t put it off or deny it... That’s why I’m here, looking out of the window of this luxurious penthouse, my eyes fixed on this beautiful setting sun.“Angelee.” I hear my father’s voice and look away from the horizon I’ve been staring at for I don’t know how long, resting my gaze on him. “Today is your birthday. Are you really planning to spend the day at the hotel?”I open my lips to answer him, but he’s quicker to add, “No, you’re not. Put on something nice... We’re going to the best club in town.”I’m not excited, not at all. I can’t smile at my father or show any
Madrid, Spain — Four years before.ㅤAngelee... What did she just say?“Argh, it tastes really awful!” She slams her glass on the table, startling me. I blink a few times, my eyes naturally drawn to her red lips. I swallow, feeling something strange in my chest, a tickle, a chill.What’s that?“Okay, let’s do it!” Angelee says, suddenly standing up. She throws her hair back, making the brown strands curl down her back and attracting my eyes. I can’t resist the temptation to run my eyes down the curves of her body. I’d never noticed, but she’s really become a beautiful woman...“Julian?” She looks over her shoulder, making me look up quickly, my heart skipping a beat. “Are you going just to sit there? I want to dance... They say dancing is the best medicine for sadness.”“Yeah... I’ll stay here. Dancing isn’t... my thing.” I look away, a
My first love, my first kiss, and my virginity... All my firsts belong to Julian Adams. Maybe he’s not aware of how much he meant to me, what he means to me, but somehow I’d like him to know.I’m tired of hiding how I feel, of running away from my feelings, masking my emotions, and trying to fit into labels that don’t fit me. I tried to move on, and I did. I somehow loved Eric, even if it wasn’t in the same way, with the same intensity. I know that love doesn’t have to be the same, but I secretly wish it were because keeping my feelings for Julian deep in the bottom of my heart isn’t the same as destroying them. But I suspect that even if that had happened, I would have learned to love him again.Now, the decision is in my hand again. I can pretend and lie and bury it all, or face how I feel and the consequences... even if it means hurting the person we both love most in this world. But yeah, I made my choice.That&rsquo
I open my eyes slowly, trying to get used to the light coming through the window and blinking a few times, smelling the coffee flowing through the room. I spread my hand across the bed, feeling the softness of the sheet not just on my palm but all over my skin, and pull the empty pillow into my arms, hugging it tightly, sensing Julian’s distinctive scent, so masculine, so cozy, so familiar…Now that I think about it, my body reacted so intensely to his cologne, and now it makes me feel at home.I close my eyes, feeling great peace in my chest, happy that things are starting to get into place. It’s too early to say that everything will turn out well, but at least we’ll try.Letting go of his pillow slowly, I feel my heart skip a beat. I sit up in bed, noticing that I’m wearing one of his shirts — a green one, just like his eyes that looked at me so intensely last night when I told him I loved him. I don’t remember the moment I
Julian caresses my ass, rubbing his lips against my shoulder from behind, leaving wet trails as his tongue slides down to the nape of my neck. He pushes my hair forward, exposing my neck and the loose collar of the shirt that belongs to him.I move my hips anxiously, trying to relieve the throbbing anxiety in the middle of my legs. Even biting my lips not to make a sound, I can’t help the pleasurable grunts that reverberate through my tight throat. I lower my head, leaning on the counter, pulling my ass up, inviting him to bury himself where I want him most... And when the tip of his cock pushes a little further into my entrance, my lips part in a hoarse moan. This anticipation is making me lose my mind, and all I want most is to feel him all the way in.Finally, as if he’s tired of holding back, Julian thrusts slowly, making my pussy widen to receive him as I gradually adjust to his size. He keeps pushing his hips forward, burying his entire length in a torturous slowness
As soon as I get to my apartment, I feel like I’ve been straight punched in the stomach. I’m back in the clothes I was wearing last night before I left here, but now, with wet hair and a flushed face, I come across the person I would least like to meet right now — my father. He’s sitting on the couch, wearing his pajamas that reveal the strong muscles in his arms.He looks at me after putting his mug down. There’s no surprise on his face... in fact, there’s no expression at all. I shudder and walk inside with withered shoulders. Honestly, my face is burning so badly that I wouldn’t be surprised if it caught fire.“I made coffee.” He says, turning his eyes back to the TV, watching something I don’t really care about. He seems a little distant, and that makes my chest sink into a painful sadness. “How was your evening?”I stop beside the couch, looking at him with a guilty expression. I cross my arms, looking at the screen, pretending to be interested in the news on TV. “Grea
“Are you all right, sweetheart?” Daddy asks me quietly from the other side of the kitchen island, looking at me with concern. I’m almost leaning over the counter, my mouth feeling dry. “Would you like some water?”I look at him in surprise and nod, watching while he quickly hands me a glass of ice water. But even as I take small and slow sips, I’m still aware of the conversation unfolding around me.“I’m flattered that you’ve made room in your schedule to meet with your friends... what’s changed?” Kevin asks with a certain sarcasm, which catches my eye.Julian shrugs his shoulders and puts his hand on the back of his neck, massaging out some tension, “Not everyone has as much free time as you, Kevin. I heard you sold your company.”Kevin raises his hands, not too worried, “I’m retired from the hard work.”“Don’t you think you’re too young to retire? You’re what, 37?”“Thirty-five, actually.” Kevin corrects, although he doesn’t seem to mind the mistake. “But, well,