Twelve-Day Lover (Thirtyish And Single)

Definitely more devil than angel.

"Is it time for your next treatment, milaya?"

Make that an absolute devil, with not a single drop of angelic goodness inside his smoldering-hot body...and she loved that.

She was about to say something equally wicked in return when another voice asked, "What treatment?"

Oh my God, she had forgotten today was one of the three days in a week that her fifty-something housekeeper Ellen came in.

"Painkillers," Fleur said right away while giving Julian a warning glare.

Ellen, who was busy stocking the fridge with groceries, straightened up and turned to them curiously. "Is that one of those acute puncture things?"

Fleur couldn't help smiling. "I think what you mean is acupuncture—-"

But Julian was actually shaking his head. "Ellen has it right. In the last stage of the treatment, acute puncture is exactly what would happen once you use a rod to puncture a—-"

Sexual innuendos rarely made her blush these days, but Julian's words proved to be a whole new category of mortifying, and Fleur could not shut him up fast enough. "Anyway—-" She was reduced to yelling the word out in an effort to drown Julian's voice, and Fleur could feel her cheeks turning a darker shade of red as Ellen looked at her like she had lost her mind.

And she likely would, too, Fleur thought, if this were to continue for the rest of the day.

She forced herself to smile for her housekeeper's sake. "It's that time of the month, I'm afraid."

It was all Ellen needed to hear, having witnessed too many times how Fleur went a little crazy on those days. "I'm sorry, dear. Would you need me to do anything?"

"You're always so sweet, El, but actually I'm the one who wants to do a little something. After today, you're free to have the rest of December off. You'll get this month's pay in advance plus your holiday bonus, and we'll see each other again in January?"

To say that Ellen was overjoyed was an understatement, and after making sure that Fleur truly meant it and did not require her help, the older woman gave Fleur and Julian quick hugs of goodbye before seeing herself out.

Fleur waited until they were alone before turning to Julian. "A rod to puncture? Seriously?"

Julian, however, was no longer in the mood to tease. Fleur hadn't worn a bra under her silk pajamas, and her breasts had been all he had thought about even while bantering with her and the housekeeper.

But now that they were all alone...

Julian crooked a finger at her, and Fleur's breath caught even as her feet started moving on its own. Her heart started to race, faster and faster and faster, until...

I can't take it anymore!

Julian grunted when Fleur threw her full weight at him and landed straddling his thighs. A pretty little smile was playing on her lips as she curled her arms around his neck, and he smiled back...just before engulfing her lovely plump tits with his hands.

She let out the sweetest little whimper, and then she whimpered again when he squeezed her breasts hard.

"May I taste them, milaya?"

He was making her breasts sound like they were no different from melons, and oh God, she loved it so, so much that all she could do was whisper—-

"Yes, please."

Julian had never laughed while sporting a hard on, but he was beginning to get used to the fact that even at his age, there were still a lot of firsts he could experience...as long as his little flower was around.

Buttons popped out as he tore her pajama top open, but neither of them paused to take notice, with Fleur throwing her head back with a moan the moment his mouth swallowed her nipple whole. Already she could feel herself melting and burning at the same time, and God oh God, the way he was suckling her...

It was so hard and so deep...

There was just so much hunger in the way Julian's mouth was devouring her aroused little tip that Fleur couldn't help but wonder—-

Was it possible for Julian to suckle her nipple with so much force that he could cause her virgin tits to start lactating?

It was the dirtiest little thought to have, and the moment it entered her mind, everything inside of her began to burn uncontrollably, and she could no longer think...

Julian groaned as Fleur started whimpering and rubbing her body against his, her fingers clutching his hair as she pushed her nipple deep into his mouth. He had enough experience to know when a woman was faking it, and the Fleur in his arms right now...

Definitely not fucking faking it, and when he switched to her other nipple while pinching the one he had just finished suckling into a swollen state—-

"Juliaaaaaaan..."

She cried his name out as she came, and the sound of it was just so fucking right...