My Love Journey's
Love is in the air.

...Paul Klug POVs....

"Yes, mom. We're fine now. And, he's on his way here." I pulled a t-shirt out of my suitcase while answering my mother. He wanted to find out how the project "Win back Bianka Becker's heart." Which, of course, I managed to get.

"Oh, God!" my mother, almost screaming. Relief enveloped his tone. "You won't know how happy I am to hear this. This is the news I've been waiting for the most. I've never been away from a cell phone and I constantly wish you'd called to tell me this. Jesus, I have to tell Thomas and Camille. Oh, Ellie's gonna be so happy. I'm so impatient..."

"Mom, already." I said cut. "I know you're happy. Me either. But, I must prepare to welcome him." Then I heard the bell ringing. "We'll continue later, okay? He's come."

"All right, say my regards to him. I love you, son."

"Yes, and I love you."

I put the phone on the nightstand, put on a T-shirt, and stepped to the front door of my room to greet Bianka. My eyeball almost jumped when I found her standing with the sexiest look I've ever seen. With a red dress tight to the knees, lips light up and inviting, and an intoxicating look. One more, a smile that makes any man dazed crazy.

"Hi," he muttered softly, not knowing that he almost gave me a heart attack. Oh my God, this is crazy! This feeling is absolutely crazy!!!

I squinted, pretending to be confused. "Sorry, Miss. It looks like you got the wrong room. I'm waiting for my girlfriend."

Following my play, he grinned, putting one of his palms on the door in a defiant fashion. "Is your boyfriend better than this?" the question was flirtatious while pointing all over his body with his other hand.

I'm shaking. "No. But, I'm a good man."

Bianka again grinned, straightened her body and spread her index tip around my chest as she approached. "really?" She bit her lower lip, making me groan in my heart. "I want to know how good you are." Without warning, her sexy lips smashed into my lips, giving me one hot kiss until we snorted.

"Still with your lover?" his breath in front of my lips.

I chuckled, kissed her one more time and then lifted her on my shoulder and patted her ass. "Basic, bad girl." I closed the door, then stepped closer to the bed while Bianka laughed cheerfully.

"What's got you out there, hm?" ask me after throwing it in the bed.

Bianka raised her shoulders. "I thought I just couldn't wait to kiss you soon." she said.

I smiled, then pressed her to continue our previous kiss. This time, it's hotter and more exciting. It made us both almost out of breath. I don't know how long we've been doing it, which is clear now I'm just wearing pants while Bianka's dress has landed in the corner of the room. His neck, chest, to almost every corner of his upper body was filled with my work.

"Paul, I need you..." Gently, Bianka spread the tip of her fingers to my back from behind the shirt I was wearing.

"Oh, I know, love. But I'm not the only one who has to see how beautiful you are. I want you to see yourself." I kissed Bianka on the forehead before lifting her to my chest and taking her to the bathroom.

I lowered him down then squatted down in front of him, raising one of his legs to my shoulder. "You're very wet. Tell me who made you this wet, love?" I began to kiss the inside of her thigh, looking straight into her eyes.

The eyes that had never failed to captivate me since the first time we met, now looked defiant as I prepared to comfort her with my mouth and tongue.

Bianka. "You... You made me like this, Paul." His voice was as soft as silk. He gripped my shoulder as my mouth drew closer to the part of his body that was pulsing tantalizingly.

I pressed my lips against his underwear, then shifted them aside and swept my tongue there, enjoying the intoxicating taste of his body, making Bianka look up while saying my name.

"Look at yourself in the mirror, and close your eyes. I want you to see how I see you." I held her foot still on my shoulder, then moved my tongue wildly between her thighs.

Bianka firmly gripped my hair with one hand while the other moved from my shoulder to the edge of the counter.

I put a finger inside her, my tongue did not stop moving, then slowly accelerated my movements and smiled realizing that Bianka was wiggling her hips.

"I like the taste of your body, love."

"Paul, I want you... I want you to push me with your manhood. Please..." A satisfied smile flashed across my lips hearing her plea. I want him to see how I push him from behind.

Bianka's kisses on my neck, chest, and shoulders looked beautiful in the mirror, but the results of my work attached to almost every corner of his body looked more proud. I turned my finger once more, kissed her ass before standing up and moved behind her. Bianka.

"You want me to push you?" He wasted no time answering me with a nod. "In that case, I want you to see me urging you, I want you to see your pretty face like I see you." I curled her hair, pulled her to the right, then whispered in her ear while looking into her eyes in the mirror. "Can you do it for me? Can you keep your eyes open and see me urging you on like a submissive girl?" I grinned when I realized Bianka's legs were shaking smoothly.

The top of her chest hardened behind the transparent underwear she wore, and her thighs began to get wet by her own passion. "Yes. Please, Paul... Need you. Now..."

Not wanting to torture her for longer in despair, I opened my pants and instantly my manhood hit her ass. "Damn, please, Paul. Don't you also want to watch me go crazy because of you?" Oh, he's challenging me now.

"I'll never get tired of looking at you, Bianka." I directed my manhood to the most intimate part of his body, sweeping it slowly while continuing to stare at our reflection in the mirror.

"Oh my..." His words were cut off as I drowned myself completely. A growling sound rumbled from my chest as I felt Bianka clutching me tightly and pulsing loudly.

I pulled her hair gently back, made sure not to hurt her, then hit her hard. The sound of our bodies clashing echoed in every corner of the bathroom.

"Oh, God.." Bianka. I keep hitting him. There was no softness there, my hip movements were fast, hard, and long.

I saw how he struggled to keep his eyes open and looked at me. "Nobody can make you feel this way, Bianka. Just like no one can give me what you give me." While talking, I kept looking at him in the mirror.

Nothing was heard from him other than des@han and a loud groan until I touched the deepest point on his body, then he closed his eyes and said "Don't stop!"

To make her even crazier, I purposely patted her butt hard, knowing that she liked it. And, sure enough, immediately Bianka's back curved.

"I'll let you out when you say it, Bianka. Tell me that you're beautiful, then you'll reach your peak." I sucked her delicate shoulder skin until it left a red trail there. "I want to hear you say it."

Sweat poured from his forehead, into his neck, chest, to his stomach and thighs. His grip on my manhood gets louder every time I hit him. I want him to feel unparalleled, merciless pleasure, until his thighs don't stop shaking. I wanted to comfort her, give her happiness, please her until I no longer knew how to breathe. Until my eyes stop opening.

Bianka steadied me, breathing hard. His gaze fell down, all over his body before he came back against my eyes. "I.m beautiful." Right at that moment, a speck of water dripped from his eyes.

I smiled as I continued to shower him. "Yes, you're beautiful." I kissed her cheek while hugging her chest. "Now, I will give you the longest, hottest release of your life." Her tears came back.

A few seconds later, Bianka screamed, her eyes closed tightly, her back arched violently, while her entire body trembled. I also spilled my passion into him while supporting Bianka's body which would have crashed to the floor if I hadn't held it back.

"Fu¢k, I love you, Bianka."