Elena: POV

“I want to eat something else first.” His mouth curved against my throat, that predatory smile that always made my pulse spike.

His hands found my breasts through my bra, thumbs circling my nipples until they hardened. I arched into his touch despite myself, hating how easily my body betrayed me.

“Julian, wait—” I gasped as his hand slid down to the button of my jeans.

“Wait?” He pulled back to look at me, eyes dark with desire. “You invited me here, Elena. Don’t tell me you’re going to play coy now.”

“No, I just—” My breath hitched as he unzipped my jeans, his hand sliding inside. “I’m not feeling well. My stomach’s been bothering me all evening.”

The lie slipped out before I could stop it.

His hand stilled. For a moment, I thought he’d pull away, maybe show some concern. But instead, his eyes glinted with something darker.

“That’s fine.” His voice dropped lower. “We can use other things.”

He pulled my jeans off completely, then guided my hand to his belt. I understood what he wanted. My fingers trembled as I unbuckled it, unzipped him, freed his hard length.

“Use your hand first,” he commanded, wrapping my fingers around his cock. “Like this.”

He showed me the rhythm he wanted—firm strokes from base to tip. I obeyed, watching his face as pleasure tightened his features. His head fell back, throat exposed, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

“Fuck, Elena,” he groaned. “Your hands are so soft.”

“Like this?” I whispered, twisting my wrist slightly at the head of his cock, feeling it throb in my grip.

“Yeah, just like that—shit, you’re gonna make me come too fast.” He smirked, reaching down to cup my breasts again, pinching my nipples through the lace. “Take off your bra. I want to see those perfect tits.”

I complied, unhooking it with shaky hands. His mouth descended immediately, sucking one nipple into his hot mouth, tongue flicking the sensitive peak while his hand kneaded the other breast. I moaned, my core aching with need.

“God, you taste so good,” he murmured against my skin, biting gently. “Always so responsive.”

Then he was pushing my thighs together, positioning himself between my legs. “Keep them closed,” he ordered, his thick cock sliding between my thighs. “Tight.”

I squeezed my legs together as he began to thrust, his hard length gliding against my skin. The friction was intense, his cockhead brushing my clit through my underwear with each push. My thighs were long and slender—he’d always commented on them, how they looked in heels, how they felt wrapped around his waist.

Now he groaned as he moved between them, his hands gripping my hips for leverage. “So good,” he muttered, his rhythm increasing. “You feel so fucking good. Squeeze harder—yeah, like that. Fuck, Elena, your thighs are killing me.”

I rocked my hips slightly, meeting his thrusts, my breasts bouncing with the movement. His eyes fixed on them, dark with lust. “Touch yourself,” he growled. “Play with those nipples while I fuck your thighs.”

My hands went to my breasts, pinching and rolling the hard peaks as he watched hungrily. “That’s it, baby. Show me how you like it.”

His thrusts became erratic, his breathing harsh. I could feel him getting close, his cock pulsing between my thighs.

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