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Julian's sighs answer my moans, both of us driving the other higher and closer to our release. Each thrust of his cock is more staggering than the last, and I feel the edge of my orgasm growing closer with every movement.
All at once it arrives in a sea of blinding white and otherworldly pleasure that renders me senseless. My muscles flutter around his length as I cling desperately to his shoulders, like I might literally fall apart without him holding me together.
Julian shudders above me as he follows, finding his own release inside me, hot and wild. If I wasn’t already coming, the delicious grunts of his orgasm would have sent me freefalling over the edge, without question.
After several moments, our bodies still, breath slowly returning to our lungs. My vision recovers and my gaze lands on Julian, flushed and glistening and beautiful. A wide smile breaks out across my lips, and an amusing sort of relief washes over me. I can't stop myself from laughing.
Julian chuckles quietly above me, my mirth infectious. “What?” he asks a bit nervously. “That bad?”
I shake my head, regaining my composure. “Exactly the opposite,” I assure him.
Carefully, Julian shifts so that he's lying beside me on the couch, one arm tucked protectively under my head. The other reaches over me, finding the small of my back, and drawing me closer to him and blanketing me in his natural warmth. His heart is pounding so hard in his chest that I can hear it as I snuggle into him, finding the perfect resting place between his chin and his shoulder.
“Fuck,” he breathes, another low chuckle reverberating in his throat. “I really needed that.”
I giggle against his skin, his words matching my sentiments exactly. “We both did,” I agree.
Pulling back slightly, Julian gently presses his lips against my forehead, a benediction to the near-religious experience we’ve just shared. But it's more than that. It's a silent promise of his feelings, our moving forward, of everything that's too much to put into words.
The air seems to settle around us as our heart rates return to normal. I hadn’t even realized the storm outside had begun to calm. Quiet raindrops patter against the roof comfortingly, and I feel so at ease, so safe, that I could fall asleep right here, held securely in Julian's embrace.
Looking up at him, searching his eyes, I see not just desire, but a kind of clarity. Things aren't perfect—far from it—but in his gaze, I find a reflection of my own hopes that we are moving in the right direction.
Julian glances at the window, then back at me. "I should get home to Aria," he says, his voice soft but steady. "She's a heavy sleeper, but she’ll be wondering about me if she wakes up."
Guilt surges through me in a wave, my body tensing. "She hasn't been alone this whole time, has she?" The thought of her home alone during this storm—and because of me—is gut-wrenching.
Julian just grins at me, running those long fingers through my hair. "No, angel. The sitter’s with her. She's never alone," he assures me.
I deflate in relief and nod, understanding his responsibility, yet feeling a pang of longing as our moment of closeness comes to an end. Then he adds something that sends a wave of happiness through me. "I think you're right about Jack. Maybe I'll reach out to him."
“I think that’s a great idea," I reply, my heart lifting. "He’ll really appreciate that. You both deserve a chance to set things right."
He smiles, a genuine, heartfelt expression that makes him look years younger, unburdened for the moment from the shadows of the past. We get dressed slowly, neither of us in a rush to end this.
As we step outside, the fresh, rain-cleaned air greets us, a crisp contrast to the stale air of the office. Julian walks me to my car, the residual clouds above parting to reveal the last blush of twilight. Our steps are unhurried in the comfortable silence that has settled between us.
Reaching my car, Julian turns to me. Delicately, his hands cup my face, and he places a sweet, gentle kiss on my lips. "Thank you, Nat. For everything tonight. For understanding."
I answer his kiss with one of my own. "Thank you for being open. For trusting me with your fears... and your hopes."
As Julian releases me, there’s a mutual understanding that, while there is much we both want, he needs time to process tonight's revelations. It's a maturity in our dynamic that I appreciate, especially his responsibility to his daughter, even if part of me yearns for him to stay longer.
Stretching up, I give him a final peck on the cheek. The action is tender, almost domestic in its simplicity, and it surprises me with its naturalness. "Tell Aria hi from me," I tell him, smiling up into his eyes, finding a flicker of something warm in them.
He grins, a soft, genuine expression that lights up his features. "I will. Thanks, angel."
As he crosses the parking lot to his own car, the gentle patter of rain on the pavement fills the space where his presence had been. I stand there watching him for a moment longer as he steps around a massive tree that looks like it barely missed hitting his vehicle. Talk about luck.
With a deep breath, I turn and settle into my own car, feeling the lingering warmth from Julian's goodbye and the cool rain melding into a sensation that feels bittersweet. Slipping into the driver's seat, I start the engine, the familiar purr a comforting sound in the quiet of the evening.
As I drive home, the road slick with rain, illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights, I reflect on the night. We both carry our own scars and fears, tonight has shown me that perhaps, together, we can find a way to heal, to build something lasting amidst the remnants.
Later that evening, as I’m heating up some soup, my phone rings. I glance at the screen to see Jack’s name illuminating the display. Curiosity mixes with mild panic. Does he somehow know what Julian and I did tonight?
I shake my head to clear away that irrational fear. My brother doesn’t have eyes everywhere. And even if he did, what’s he going to do, ground me?
“Hey,” I greet, tucking the phone between my ear and shoulder.
