A Love Restored

Though I knew Julian was going to come over after the wedding. I had still changed into my comfy pajamas. That was okay, though. I was a pregnant woman. I couldn’t look hot all the time. I didn’t even look hot when I dressed up. I mostly looked tired, because I was always tired.

Julian had a spare key to my house. I had given it to him, mostly because it only felt right since he was the one paying for this space. Plus, I trusted him. When he made his way inside and met me in my bedroom, I was a little surprised. I would have to get used to this. He rarely ever came over when I was living with Dad and Gabriel. But he came over a lot now. Unannounced, a lot of times. It was only ever a pleasant surprise.

Except for that one time he had walked in on me dancing terribly to K–pop music while screaming the wrong lyrics at the top of my voice. He had laughed so much. It had been embarrassing.

When he walked in my room, I was brushing my hair. “Hey.” He said slowly. I jumped and turned around.

“You need to stop scaring me.” I sighed when I saw it was him.

He grinned. “Thought you were expecting me.”

“I was. Still”

Julian looked me up and down. “You look cute.” I was wearing a pink satin pajama set with elephants on it. Cute, sure. Like a child.

“You look cute, too,” I said, “You look handsome.”

He did look handsome. The slight view, while we were on the video call, had not done him justice. It had been so long since I had seen him in a suit. They were all be wore when he was still Capo Bastone, but lately, he had switched to jeans and shirts. Not that he didn’t pull them off as well – but I still loved it when he dressed up all sharp and dapper.

I took a few steps forward and ran my hand through his hair. “Did you get a haircut?” He nodded. He was looking down at me, but not at my face or in my eyes – he was looking down my top. I laughed, rolling my eyes and stepping back. I dramatically lifted the neck of my top and gaped at him. “Oh my God, Julian!” I pretended to be offended, “is that any way to treat a woman?“.

“My woman.” He said softly, “You’re saying I can’t look at you?”

I didn’t say anything, but I gave him a smile that said more than enough. Of course, he could look at me. It was so flattering.

“Did you eat?” He asked. When I nodded, he added, “Bethany sent some of the cake. It’s in the fridge, just eat it tomorrow.”

Cake! “What flavor?”

“Lemon. I think the icing was raspberry? Not sure. It’s good, though.”

Lemon and raspberry sounded so good.

“I’m going to eat it right now,” I told him. “Do you wanna get in bed and find a movie for us to watch? Something romantic, please.”

He shrugged. “I might change, first.”

Before I had even moved in properly, brought in my clothes and stuff–fullan had done it. He had kept a few clothes in my closet and some toiletries in the bathroom. It was like he was basically planning to spend a lot of time here. And he had decided it, so he had implemented it.

I ran to the kitchen and took the cake, taking it out into a plate and taking it back to my room. Julian had changed into grey sweats and a blue t–shirt. He was in bed, over the covers, using my laptop to find us a movie.

I got in beside him, cozying up under the covers. He spared me a light smile. “I’m not a romance movie expert. But this one looks good.” He had opened a tab with the movie Love and Other Drugs.

“That’s a great

t movie.”

Julian only pretended to not like romance movies. He would make a fuss and pretend to be disinterested, but ten minutes in, his eyes w

would be glued to

the screen and he would get so engrossed he would barely say anything to me the entire time. And when we watched One Day, I swear I saw him blink away a tear or two.

He hit play, and we watched it in silence while I stuffed my face with cake. I offered him some, but he declined. After I was done, I put the plate on my bedside table and shifted a bit toward Julian. He took the hint and put his arm around me. I shifted into him, laying my head on his chest, burying my nose in it, and closing my eyes tightly. I didn’t even want to watch the movie anymore. I only wanted to lay with him like this. Always and forever. I wanted to mesh with him. Even though my body was entwined around his, it didn’t feel enough. It never did. I wanted to melt into him. Be one with him. In one body. One breath. One being

I looked up at him, expecting him to be watching the movie, but he was looking down at me, his expression full of tender affection. I gave him a small smile, which he didn’t return. But he was still looking at me with such tenderness, it made me want to cry. He tightened his hold on me, and I placed a small kiss on his stomach.

I shifted a little so I was sitting up, but still cuddling him. And then I kissed him. None of us saw it coming, but the moment my lips touched his, it felt so natural, like this was what was supposed to happen. I had missed it so much. Kissing him, holding him, touching him. It didn’t feel natural, or even feel right when I wasn’t touching him.

I was the one who initiated the kiss, but Julian took over. He cradled my cheek tenderly in his palm as he kissed me. Softly, like he was cherishing it. He polled me closer by my waist, and I lightly caressed his chest.

Why had we abstained from this for so long? It was so natural, so real. So beautiful. Why would I ever think of not kissing him, not being with him?

All my pragmatism was flowing out of my body, dissolving into the air that surrounded us

I hadn’t kissed him because I was turned on or anything. It wasn’t an action motivated by lust but only love. I had suddenly been so overcome by affection, and he was right there. But as he was kissing me, his tongue moving expertly in my mouth, I was feeling a fire building in the pit of my stomach. Julian pulled away for a second before his mouth landed on my neck. He kissed it all over, biting me slightly right over my collarbone. I let out a soft gasp. Almost a moan. He noticed. He pulled away. “Do you want me to stop?”

I shook my head, reaching forward to kiss him, but he pulled away again.

“Say it,” He urged. It was an order.

“Please don’t stop.”

His mouth slanted over mine as he grabbed the back of my neck hard, deepening the kiss. It stirred something deep inside me. Made me feel things I had forgotten I had felt so much when we were still together. He had a magic touch that ignited forest fires inside me. I put my hand in his hair and pulled slightly. I know he liked that. He made a sound in his throat that was so hot I was ready to take all my clothes off.

“We shouldn’t,” I whispered, but I didn’t pull away from him, kissing him again. He didn’t pull away either.

“We’re supposed to wait for longer.” His words were rushed, almost incoherent because he kept kissing me in between.

His hands made their way under my shirt. He barely touched the hem, but the moment his cold, cold fingers touched the warm skin of my stomach, it sent a shiver down my spine. I took lead and took my top off.

“God, Ginevra,” Julian groaned. His hands slowly snaked up my back, then again to the front, as he softly grabbed both my breasts. His fingertips lightly brushed against my nipples. I jumped a little. I was so sensitive, or maybe it was because it felt like I was feeling his touch after years. I took in a sharp breath, and he laughed lightly. Arrogantly.

“You like that, buh?” His thumb and index finger t encourage his torture.

twisted around my nipple. It hurt in the best way possible. I let out an oomph, which only seemed to

“Say please stop,” he told me, a wicked look on his space as his pinching got tighter. “I don’t want you to stop,” I challenged, “Do your worst.”

He raised his eyebrow. His hand wrapped around my throat, but he didn’t put any pressure. “Don’t tempt me,

Ginevra.”

“Why not?”

*Because there’s only so much I cartolerate before I fuck you into oblivion.”

I smiled and put my own hand on the

he breast in

he was not touching, I rolled my nipple between my fingers, pinching slightly. His eyes darkened as he focused on the action. He looked up at me, then, so determined and resolute, it made me shiver.

“Le down” He instructed. I made haste to obey. He began to kiss my breasts, down to my stomach before stopping at the waistband of my pajamas. He figged them down quickly, throwing them to the side as they landed on the floor with a sound. He touched me over my panties, pressing his lingers into ine. I almost started grinding on his hand. “You’re so fucking wet, baby,” Julian said as he pressed his fingers deeper, “You like it when I touch ve

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like this? You’re soaked through. For me. My sweet little slut.”

I nodded. “Please.”

“Say it. Tell me you’re my little slut.”

I clenched my eyes shut, “I’m your little slut.”

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He took off my panties slowly. Deliberately too slowly. He threw them on the floor as well. He kissed down my belly, right down to the top of my vagina.

“God, I’ve missed this sweet pussy,” he said more to himself than to me. I giggled, but my laughter was cut off when his mouth landed on me. Down there. I let out a loud moan.

He was so good with his tongue. I had almost forgotten how good he really was. Waves of pleasure were passing through me, and he had barely just started. I grabbed his hair, pushing his face into me. He stopped and pulled away. “Put your hands up,” he ordered softly.

I did so. “Keep t

them there.”

That turned me on even more.

He kept licking and sucking and biting till I was so desperate to cum, but he never took me right to the edge. He pulled away and sat up, but then his fingers made their way inside me. One, then two. He began to pump them in and out, slowly. Frustrated, I grabbed his hand. He slapped my breast. It came from nowhere. It didn’t hurt much, but it made me put my arms back where he wanted them.

“You’ll cum with me inside you,” He informed me. But he kept on with the masterful use of his tongue on me until I was writhing in overstimulated pleasure. He finally stopped and looked up at my face.

“Let me…” I trailed off. He knew what I meant.

“Not this time,” He whispered. “I need to be inside you.”

I needed him inside me, too.

I reached out to slowly take off his shirt and then his pants. I wanted to cherish this, cherish him. I touched him all over his chest. Feeling the ridges of his abs, his soft skin. I already had him memorized. But the reminder didn’t hurt.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered. He smiled, “Not as much as you, baby.”

When I felt him enter me it was like my world stilled for a second. I felt so full, so complete. I had missed this so much. Missed him. Not just the sex. but the intimacy that came with it. And the way he was looking at me like maybe I was made of miracles.

He moved slowly and skillfully, and I was overwhelmed by the gradually building pleasure. He held my face, making me look right into his eyes the entire time. His touch on my body was tender and affectionate. It was new, but it was beautiful

“I love you,” Julian said. It was barely a whisper. I barely heard it. But I did hear it.

I closed my eyes

and felt a tear slip. “I love you s

so much,” I said back

I came first, and then him. He helped me wash up, and then he held me till I went to sleep. In my half–drowsy state, I felt him kiss my forehead and mumble something I couldn’t figure out.

After so much time, I was finally complete.