Chapter 235: Chapter 235- Adorable [18+]

The air in the room was thick, heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, Veronica was the first to speak, her voice a husky, satisfied drawl, "We’ve gotten all sticky." she murmured, a lazy smile on her lips.

Her eyes then drifted to Aya, who was blinking through a lens now streaked and clouded. "And it seems you got some on your glasses."

Aya let out a small, flustered sound, quickly removing the spectacles to clean them with the edge of the sheet, her cheeks flusheda deep crimson.

Julian, his chest still rising and falling with deep, recovering breaths, watched them with a look of profound, satiated awe. "You’ve.. both become so skilled at this," he breathed, the words filled with genuine admiration. "Unbelievably so"

Veronica reached for a towel from the bedside, efficiently wiping the lingering evidence from her stomach. A smug, proud smirk graced her features. "Well, of course," she said, her emerald eyes locking with his. "You’re the one who tirelessly taught us how to use our bodies.." She tossed the towel aside and crawled back over him, her movements fluid and predatory.

The playful glint in her eyes was now replaced with a smoldering, renewed hunger. "But now," she declared, her voice dropping to a commanding whisper, "it’s your turn to satisfy us."

She swung a leg over his hips, straddling him with innate grace. She guided Aya to position herself beside Julian’s head, offering him a different kind of feast.

Then, Veronica’s hands went to the crotch of her own bunny outfit, deftly unfastening the hidden opening. With a sharp, deliberate tear, she ripped the sheer black stocking aside, exposing herself to him completely.

The skin there was dewy and flushed, her most intimate folds glistening, pink and utterly inviting, a promise of the slick, hot warmth that awaited him.

Veronica leaned forward, her lips brushing against Julian’s ear as her hand trailed down his stomach. "My turn," she whispered, her voice thick with promise, "I’m going to take you in now."

Positioning herself above him, she guided him slowly into her warmth, A sharp, erotic gasp was torn from her lips as he began to fill her, "Aahnn... So deep...!" she moaned, her body trembling with the initial sensation, She continued to lower herself, taking him inch by inch until he was buried completely within her, hitting her very core, A second, longer moan of pure satisfaction escaped her. "Aahh.. Finally... all of you.. inside."

Her hands braced themselves on his frm chest, her hips flush against his. Her emerald eyes, glazed with lust, locked onto his gaze, refusing to let go.

As she began to establish a slow, rolling rhythm, Aya continued her tender inistrations, her tongue and lips tracing hot, wet paths across Julian’s neck and shoulders, her soft whimpers harmonizing with Veronica’s louder cries.

Julian could feel the intimate, clenching grip of Veronica’s body around him, growing tighter and more frantic with every movement of her hips, "Your inside... feels incredible," he grunted, his own composure beginning to fray at the edges, "So tight... and warm."

Veronica threw her head back, a triumphant, breathy laugh mixing with her moans, "Ahnnh. Of course... it is... nhh.!" she managed to reply, her voice hitching as she quickened her pace, driving them both further toward the edge with every passionate, rising, and falling motion of her body.

Veronica, began to roll her hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm against him, each movement sending waves of pure, undiluted sensation coursing through Julian’s frame.

Julian, his composure fraying at the edges, could no longer remain passive, With a low growl, he pushed himself up, reversing their positions without breaking their intimate contact, His hands found their way to Veronica’s torso, his fingers tracing the curves he knew so well before closing over her full breasts.

"Anhh. Wait.." Veronica protested, her voice a strained mixture of command and pleasure, "You... you’re not supposed to move... Nhhhnn.!"

But Julian was beyond listening to commands. His thumbs brushed over her pink, hardening nipples, eliciting a sharp, shuddering gasp from her. He lowered his head, his tongue replacing his fingers, lavishing attention on one peaked bud while his fingers continued to tease the other, Veronica’s back arched, her earlier protests dissolving into broken moans.

Not forgetting Aya for a moment, Julian reached out with his other arm, pulling the shy woman firmly against his side. His hand cupped the soft, sexy swell of her bottom, kneading it possessively as he turned his head to capture her lips in a deep, consuming kiss. Aya melted into the embrace, her own quiet moans lost against his mouth.

Veronica, her hips still moving in a desperate rhythm beneath him, whimpered between her own ragged breaths. "Julian... kiss me too... I need..."

Obliging, Julian released Aya’s lips and turned back to Veronica, his mouth meeting hers in a clash of raw need. This kiss was different from the one before—it was a culmination of the building frenzy, a final, searing touch that sent Veronica careening over the edge. Her body seized, a sharp, ecstatic cry tearing from her throat as her climax crashed over her. She trembled violently against him, her form going limp as waves of pleasure wracked her, leaving her utterly spent and boneless.

Slowly, gently, Julian broke the kiss, watching as the last of the shivers subsided, leaving Veronica in a state of blissful, melted surrender.

A few moments later, as the last tremors of her climax subsided, Veronica managed to draw a ragged breath. "Unfair..." she whispered, her voice husky and spent, a weak, playful swat landing on his shoulder.

Julian merely chuckled, a low, devilish sound. He lowered his head, his lips brushing the sensitive, sweat-dampened skin of her neck. "You’re just too adorable," he murmured against her throat, his breath hot. "I simply couldn’t help myself."

The feeling of his lips on that erogenous zone sent a fresh, unexpected jolt of electricity through Veronica’s oversensitive body. A sharp, involuntary gasp escaped her. "Ahnn..!" Her back arched slightly, the protest dying in her throat, replaced by a new, rising wave of desire.