Chapter 4. The Consequences of an Impulse

Theo

Juliano cleaned my cock with his tongue and kissed his way back to my mouth, where he nibbled on my lower lip and, in surprise, turned me onto my stomach. He kissed my ear while his cock slid between the cheeks of my butt.

"Now that you're more relaxed, I'm going to bury myself in you and make you cry with pleasure." His voice was gentle, but his touches remained rough. I murmured something, and soon I felt Juliano stretching to reach the lubricant that was on the furniture next to the bed.

The cold liquid touched my skin, and I shivered all over. His fingers massaged my entrance, and without any caution, he penetrated two of them, making me moan louder than recommended for people living in apartments.

While his fingers stretched me, he left kisses, bites, and licks on my ear. My husband touched me with devotion, and with each new thrust, I swore I could hear angels singing "Hallelujah," confirming that I was in a state of ecstasy.