CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Penelope's POV

(SPICY CHAPTER...)

We pause, suspended in a moment of charged tension. The only sound is our synchronized breathing, while our eyes engage in a piercing, unblinking stare, holding each other hostage.

The room was shrouded in silence, our soft breathing the only sound that broke the stillness.

Julien's eyes glaze over, his lips caught between his teeth, as he gazes at me with a dreamy, longing expression. I mirror his intensity, my eyes locking onto his with a hungry, devouring stare.

I don't know which of us made the first move, I don't know who reached out to who first but, all I know was that the distance between us vanished, our lips meeting in a frenzied, mutual assault, as if we'd both been waiting for this moment forever.

Julien kissed me with a hungry roughness, his mouth swallowing mine. He held me against the wall, biting and tugging at my lips. He swallowed, pulled, bit, and sucked on my lips hungrily.

He licked my lips, and then his tongue was suddenly inside my mouth, exploring everywhere.

He wrapped my leg around his hip, and his hand began to slowly touch my thighs. His fingers pressed into my skin, and then he held my butt.I moaned into his kiss when I felt him press against me, and I bit his tongue.

He tore his lips from mine, leaving us both gasping for air, our ragged breaths echoing through the silence.

"I have to meet Mr Paeton at his resort in ten minutes, I'm afraid we have to be quick, sweetheart."

I nodded, wrapping around him to pull him for a feel of his hard bulge.

"What's the challenge?"

He murmured, referring to our conversation in the car on our way here.

"Five positions."

Julien tongue darted out to lick his swollen lips, "That's quite a challenge, don't you think?"

"And, those are challenges for you."

Julien chuckled darkly and peels his shirt off.

"I'll do two. The other three when I'm back and we do it right there, on one of those chaises out there."

"People will look."

"Wow. I'm hurt you think I'll care."

My lips spread out in a teasing smile.

"Go and take your spot for the first position." His British tone barks a command, and without hesitation, I slide onto the bed and lie face down.

The bed is of white, fluffy sheets, and it's very low that my other right leg is touching the wooden floor.

A smirk spread across Julien's face as he stepped out of his shorts, wearing only white briefs.

"I love it when my woman knows her position." Julien muses, climbing onto my back. 

When I felt his hardness on my butt, a soft moan escaped me, muffled into the sheet.

With a quick movement, Julien lifted my dress and slipped off my panties.

"Oh dear, how could one be so beautiful down to their damn ass?" Julien muttered, leaning into me to kiss my ass cheek. "They want me." Julien murmured into my butt.

"Do you know you have ten minutes?" I remind him.

"It's six now." Julien corrected, slapping my ass.

I felt a sharp sting, followed by a confusing sense of something like satisfaction, when his hand struck me.

"Do that again."

"You like kinky? Be careful what you wish for, love. If I go down that path, I will leave you undone."

I swallowed.

Julien leaned against me, and I felt him against my backside. I moaned softly.

"Five more minutes," he murmured, as he slides in.

I bit back a moan, pressing my face into the sheet, the fullness of him inside me delicious and divine taste. I bit my lips. Julien began to move inside me, each thrust a deep rhythm, his broad chest pressing into my back with every powerful stroke.

I sense Julien's breath hitched. "You're so tight, baby, fuck," he murmured, his rhythm building to a fast one, delicious and escalating the pressure.

"Ah..." my lips parted.

The room is filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping, the crescendo of skin against skin, my muffled moans rising alongside Julien's increasingly strained breaths.

He slammed into me, filling me completely, the resonant slaps of our thighs, filling the entire space of the room.

"Four more minutes." Julien moaned out, his pace increasing gradually.

The rhythm of our bodies quickened, following the delicious sound of the slaps, the soft creaks of the bed is like a sensual backdrop as we were swept away in the passionate moment. My hair clung to my damp forehead, my soft cries absorbed by the sheets, the feel of the raw expression of the pleasure coursing through me breeding soft, muffled moans from me.

I met his gaze through the corner of my eyes, my eyes heavy with desire, as the rhythmic slide of his length within me pushed me closer to the edge.

"Hit me, Julien..." I instruct him, my tone almost a plea.

His rough hand struck my cheek without hesitation, a sharp jolt that sent a wave of heat through me, my lips parting in a loud, involuntary moan.

My eyelids fluttered shut, lost in the feeling of his length stretching me, and the sharp sting of his slaps followed by the sensual feeling driving me to my edge.

His pace quickened, each thrust a deeper plunge, and as he struck my other cheek, a sharp cry mixed with a moan escaped me, the sting had me feeling a rush of arousal.

When his hand stilled, I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear, "Please, Julien, don't stop. I love the way your rough hand feels. Keep striking me like that..."

He slid out and whispered, "What's the second position?"

I quickly jerked up, positioning myself on all fours, my ass high and inviting. Kneeling behind me, he slid back in, his length stretching me deliciously. The sharp slaps of his hand against my ass cheeks grew louder stinging and pleasuring.

His name spilt from my lips, my screams unrestrained. The sound of my pleasure is too powerful to contain.

Julien's hand traced a soft caress across my cheek, then he struck with sudden force, the impact sharper and more intense than before, a strangled cry escaping my lips.

"Should I stop?" Julien asked, a loud moan following thereafter. 

"No please, don't stop. Keep smacking me."

I gripped the bed frame for support, my body trembling with anticipation, as Julien's thrusts grew deeper and faster. I'm jolting up with each slide in, and registering the feelings with each slide out.

His hand struck my left cheek, a sharp, thrilling pain that sent a feeling of pleasure through me, my cries is mixture of pain and lust.

The sharp sting should have brought tears, but instead, it brought a feeling of overwhelming pleasure, delicioud and burning sensation. A cry of surrender and pure, raw pleasure escaped my lips with each smacks. 

Ugh! I'm close. Already?

My gaze flickered to the wall clock above us. One more minute.

Just a few more. Just a few more thrusts...

His hand landed one last time, it's a sharp, dominant strike that sent me spiraling over the edge. My cry is a mixture of pain and pure pleasure, echoed through the room as I surrendered to the overwhelming release, my body shuddering with the force of my orgasm.

The warmth of him left me, and I knelt before him, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm. "Stand and pour your release into me." I instruct, smirking behind my tone.

Julien stood, and the warm, thick liquid filled my mouth, my tongue instinctively reaching out to savor the taste of his release.

Few sprinkled on my face, and we both let out a playful laugh.

He pulled me onto my feet as I swallowed his cum and cupped my jaw, smashing my lips in a rough, desperate kiss.

The kiss deepened, a hungry battle that left us both breathless. My hand, guided by an unspoken desire, found the firm swell beneath his briefs. I traced his length, my touch is feather-light, then pressed, a slow, deliberate caress. A low moan rumbled in his throat.

I proceeded with the caress, massaging his bulge lightly. A louder moan escaped him and he held my hand firmly to a halt, pulling out of the kiss, "You are playing a very dangerous game..."

"Cancel your meeting." I whispered into his lips, my tone a desperate plea for more.

"I don't know, should I? I might lose my mind thinking of those sexy backside of yours and how I slid in and out of it during that meeting."

"Hmm," I moaned, grinding into his length, "But, i don't want to be the reason behind your first ever scandal. So, get going."

Julien peels away from me.

"Twenty seconds," he declares, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and standing up. He slips on his summer shorts, his eyes never leaving mine, and backs away slowly, a sly smirk spreading across his face as he says, "Leave that sweet, sexy pussy wet and ready for me tonight. I'm fucking you on that chaise lounge until you beg me to stop."

"I don't beg." I challenged.

"Okay. We'll see about that, love."

Then, he turns around and jogs along the wooden walkway, his steps smooth and calculated. 

I stared dreamily at his retreating figure and how effortlessly he looked so dashing. 

Julien had pulled me into something sinful, and I'm struggling to let go.