Her sweet scent wafted up to him, clouding his senses, as the touch of her breasts against his arm aroused him with an intensity. Clearing his throat, Julius signaled for their waitress. “I feel like steak myself.”
When the waitress promptly appeared at the table, Julius ordered Caress’s meal the way she requested and then ordered a T-bone well-done with mushrooms and shallots. He also requested a Heineken with his meal.
“I’ll have a margarita,” Caress said.
“Me too,” Tamara added.
Kendrick smiled cockily at his wife. “You know what alcohol does to you.”
Tamara rubbed her hand up his strong thigh to lightly stroke his member. “Problem?”
Julius winked at Kendrick, before turning to Caress with a questioning look in his eyes.
“Don’t even go there,” she said, blushing.
They all just laughed.
Caress was feeling the effects of the tequila in her drink by the end of her delicious meal. “I want to dance,” she said suddenly, following yet another impulse.
Julius was in the restroom. Tamara and Kendrick were so deep into each other that neither noticed when Caress left the table. Her feet guided her down the stairs and onto the crowded dance floor as the band began a jazz rendition of Mary J. Blige’s classic rendition of “I’m Going Down.” She found her own little space on the dance floor, closed her eyes, and let the rhythm of the music instinctively move her hips and feet.
Julius wanted Caress. She was beautiful, sexy, vibrant, and funny. Her touch gave him goose bumps. Her smile made his heart skip a beat.
At that moment, as he stood on a mini-balcony and looked down at her move with such abandon on the dance floor, he knew he wanted to bury himself inside her moist warmth. He wanted her grinding with him in the same fashion as she danced until their bodies were drenched with sweat and then spent.
Not once taking his eyes off of her, Julius descended the stairs slowly and crossed the dance floor to stand behind her. He grasped her wide hips with eager hands and began to rock his body with hers, enjoying the feel of her bottom cushioned against him.
Caress knew it was Julius as soon as his hands touched her. She already recognized his heat and his scent. With a soft smile she turned to face him, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck and press her body close enough to feel the heat of his loins.
“Damn, I want you,” he whispered in her ear as he nuzzled her neck with his lips.
Caress laughed softly and grinded close to his lengthening erection. “I want you too,” she whispered back with honesty.
“Oh, you do?” he moaned deep in his throat.
Tilting her head back, she looked up into his eyes with want and wild abandon. “Kiss me, Julius,” she demanded softly.
He lowered his head to honor her request right there in the middle of the dance floor.
Caress sucked deeply on Julius’s tongue with a lazy, satisfied moan, before ending the kiss with another touch of her lips to his. “You got me so hot.”
“Do you feel how hard I am?” Julius countered, pressing the full length of his erection into her stomach with a wicked grin.
“Ahem.”
They both turned their heads to see Tamara and Kendrick standing beside them. They had been so caught up in their heat that they hadn’t even noticed them walk up.
“I hate to interrupt when y’all are having such a…ahem, good time, but it’s getting late,” Tamara told them with a knowing and satisfied smile.
Both Julius and Caress waved them good-bye in an animated fashion.
Tamara pretended to look offended.
Kendrick stepped forward, obviously taking control. “Good night, Caress. Julius, you take care on your trip man.”
Trip? Caress thought, as Julius released her to shake hands with Kendrick.
“Caress—” Tamara began.
Kendrick grabbed his wife’s hand and pulled her behind him. “Say good night, Tam-Tam,” he called over his shoulder even as he continued to pull her toward the door.
“Safe trip, Jules. Call me, girl,” Tamara shouted over the music, before she disappeared into the crowd.
Julius pulled Caress’s petite frame back into his arms. “Where were we?” he asked, tasting her lips.
Caress forgot everything but his heated kisses.
Julius pulled the Range Rover to a stop in front of the brick duplex Caress pointed out. His fingers were en-twined with hers in her lap, and he liked how it felt. “You’re home, safe and sound.”
“Yeah,” she said softly, her body relaxed against the leather seat.
They both sat, not moving. He wondered if she was as reluctant as he was for the night to end. The seconds ticked into minutes as time sped by too quickly.
“Guess I better go in,” Caress said in a reluctant voice barely above a whisper.
Julius raised her hand to kiss the back before he climbed out of the vehicle and came around to open the passenger door. Holding out his hand, he smiled down at her beauty. “I’ll walk you to your door.”
Accepting his hand, she looked up into his handsome bearded face and gave him a smile that was meant to beguile. “Thanks.”
Together they walked up the brick path. She led him down the stairs to her basement studio apartment. “This is me,” she told him softly, as she dug in her purse for her keys.
Julius took them from her and unlocked the door. “Here you go,” he said, placing them back in her hand.
“Thanks.”
“It was nice to finally meet you, Caress.”
She smiled, licking suddenly dry lips, as he stepped closer to her and lowered his head. “And it was nice finally meeting you,” she whispered, just before his lips pressed sweetly but firmly against hers.
They both moaned at the pure pleasure of it.
She caressed his low beard, wanting more…much more as she looked into those beautiful eyes of his. But she said, “Bye.”
“Good-bye, Caress,” Julius murmured against her lips. He turned with reluctance and climbed the steps with a final wave back at her.
“Julius!” she called out suddenly, following an impulse she couldn’t fight off for the life of her.
He turned back, moving down one step to look at her. “Yes?”
Taking a deep breath, she said, “Don’t go.”
Their trail of clothing led a path straight to the sofa. Caress straddled Julius’s narrow hips in nothing but her matching peach lace bra and panties. His hands massaged her full bottom, pressing her heated flesh closer to his erection bulging through his silk boxers.
They couldn’t keep their hands off of one another.
His coal black eyes feasted on her breasts as her hardened nipples strained against the flimsy lace. His mouth watered. Nearly growling, Julius lowered his head to suck deeply on the tempting bud through the material.
Sparks of electricity shot through every inch of her body. “Suck harder,” Caress demanded hotly, her back arching for more, as she flung her head back.
“Like this?” he asked huskily, nearly sucking all of her plum-sized breast into his eager mouth.
Caress gasped.
Not wanting the lacy barrier, Julius’s hands rose, caressing her soft skin as he easily unlatched her bra and flung it away. “God, they’re beautiful,” he whispered hoarsely with truth, drinking in
the sight of her small round breasts peeking through the soft strands of her hair.
Caress leaned forward to outline his lips with her tongue, the short hairs of his beard tickling her mouth as she did. He groaned in sweet pleasure. “You like?” she teased saucily, before slowly rising from his lap.
Smiling wickedly, Caress lowered her panties over her hips and shapely legs as Julius freed his long and hard member from its silk confines to massage it deeply with long strokes.
Naked and unashamed, she lay back on her large wooden coffee table, her head bent back toward the floor as she propped her feet on the edge and opened her legs to offer him a welcoming sight of her shaved womanhood and moist core.
Heated by her boldness, Julius rose from the couch to kneel between her quivering thighs with his member still hard and throbbing in his hand. The sweet scent of perfume mingled with her womanly scent, driving him nearly insane for a moment. He had to shake his head for clarity.
Caress reached blindly with her fingers into the silken folds of her own moist intimate treasure. Finding it slick and wet to her touch, she moaned wantonly.
Enjoying the show, Julius watched closely as she teased her own swollen bud until the desire to make her come filled him. With a swift lick of his lips he lowered his head to dip his tongue deep inside her core. His shaft hardened in his hands from the feel and taste of her as Caress bucked up from the table. He felt her body shiver as he suckled her bud like he was thirsty. It pulsed against his tongue matching the steady beat of his heart.
“Oh, Julius,” she cried hoarsely, her chest light with emotions as white hot spasms pushed her to be lost to time or place. Blindly she reached for his head and pressed his swift-moving tongue closer.
“Give it to me,” Caress demanded hotly, unable to think of anything but having his sizeable tool deep inside of her.
“What?” he asked thickly, rising to position himself so that the thick dark tip of his erection slid inside of her.
He clenched his jaw as his body jolted. “This?”
Caress bucked her hips up off the table again, driven with want for him. “Yes,” she begged unashamedly.
Julius tensed for control, flinging his head back as her walls created a spasmodic rhythm against his tip. Feeling her climax finally ease, he gave her another thick inch. “Say please,” he ordered, his own voice strained as he shifted his head to look down at her.
Caress pulled her upper body up, bracing her arms on the table’s edge to look him hotly in the eyes. “Now,” she demanded softly as she quivered for him.
Moving his hand up her shapely thighs to her flat stomach, he continued upward to massage her breasts with skillful fingers just as he plunged his shaft deeply inside her core with one powerful thrust.
They gasped hotly. Quick, hard, and fast they worked their hips with grunts and moans, giving in to their primal lust. Both sought to please and be pleased in a hurried but pleasurable fashion that was completely electrifying.
Caress met him stroke for stroke, using her tight walls to pull him deeper inside of her. She released all of her inhibitions and gave in to pure and raw sexual pleasure.
Julius grasped her shapely hips with trembling hands and thrust hard and deep inside of her like a piston, his pumps fast and furious as her moans pushed him to the edge.
Both of their movements became intense as the first wave of their climaxes warmed them from their toes to their loins. It was the first of many to come.
Caress’s body definitely felt like it had been made love to all night. Her thighs ached, her breasts were tender, and her core was decidedly sore. She grimaced as she remembered all of the things they did and said last night.
But it had all been good. Damn good.
Rolling over in bed, Caress was surprised to feel the coolness of the sheets and a piece of paper instead of the warmth of Julius’s body. Confused, she sat up in bed and picked up the note to read.
Caress,
I had an early flight to catch so I didn’t want to awaken you. I’ll give you a call when I’m back in town in three months.
J.
At that moment the weight of her actions hit home. What happened between them, good as it had been, was not the start of a wonderful relationship like she hoped…but a one-night stand!
“Oh…no,” she cried out dramatically, filled with embarrassment at what she did last night on the table…and in the shower…and on the floor.
“Oh, God…no,” she moaned again, falling back in the bed to cover her mortified face with the sheet.
Julius handed the airline attendant his boarding pass. “Here you go.”
“Have a good flight Mister, uhm…Jones,” the beauty said with a flirtatious smile.
Julius ignored the obvious invite and accepted his I.D. back. “Thanks.”
As he settled in his first class window seat, Julius felt absolutely drained of energy. Caress wore him out last night until he felt like he could be knocked over by a toddler. It took all the strength he could muster to get out of her bed so he could go home to shower and grab his suitcases and make it to the airport on time.
He didn’t want to meet any new women.
He didn’t want to talk with anyone.
He didn’t want to do a damn thing but sleep off last night.
Julius cushioned his head with the pillow he requested from the flight attendant. Just before he drifted off to sleep, he thought of one of the moves Caress put on him in the shower as she straddled him with her feet braced against the wall. A shiver raced from his toes straight to his head.
“Damn it, girl,” he muttered to himself.
Chapter Three
Three Months Later
Julius was excited about all of the great photos he took while in Africa. He was anxious to get home, unpack, and get right into the darkroom he set up in his basement for times he didn’t feel like driving to his studio.
His agent was expecting the photos in two weeks and that wasn’t a problem. He had hundreds of rolls of film that Dwayne and he were going to work overtime to get printed.
For the past three years, Julius had been throwing around the idea of a book. At first he hadn’t known the particulars of when and what, but he knew he wanted to do it. Finally choosing Africa as his backdrop made perfect sense. It was a land rich with his culture, his history, and his ancestry. Julius Jones: My Africa would be in bookstores everywhere next year.
A fabulous career. A fabulous three months in Africa. Now a fabulous book. Life couldn’t be any more…fabulous.
“Thanks, man,” Julius told the driver who double-parked the green-and-white taxi in front of his house.
As the man hopped out to remove his passenger’s luggage from the trunk, Julius dug enough money from his wallet to cover the fare and a hefty tip.
He was just about to climb out of the cab when his cell phone rang. It was an unusual sound to him since his phone hadn’t worked while he was out of the country. Julius flung his leather carry-on onto his shoulder and reached into the inside pocket of his leather blazer for his tiny silver flip phone as he climbed out of the cab.
“Julius Jones here.”
“Welcome back, Julius Jones. You truly have been missed.”
He had to pause for a moment to catch the sultry, feminine voice on the line.
“This is Karina, silly boy.”
Julius smiled as he envisioned the model. “Of course I recognized your voice,” he lied, as he moved to allow the driver to place his two large suitcases on the sidewalk.
“I hope you haven’t forgotten our date tonight.”
Damn. He had.
“We never got to finish what we started at the photo shoot and you told me you’d be returning today and to give you a call.”
He remembered it now.
“I’m naked in my big Jacuzzi tub and just thinking of you. I’ve been waiting three whole months for some of you, Julius. Don’t let me regret waiting.”
Julius waved the driver off. “I won’t, I promise.”
“Good,” she sighed huskily. “Oh, and Julius? Your assistant sent me the photo. It’s hanging over my bed. Don’t worry you’ll get to see it. I love it almost as much as you’re going to love the real thing .”
He smiled broadly. “Really?”
“Definitely.”
“I’ll pick you up, say around—” Julius began, glancing down at his Jaeger-Le-Coultre watch.
“No, I’ll pick you up around six,” she asserted.
“Oh…okay.”
“See you then.”
Julius smiled, shaking his head as he closed the phone and slid it back into his pocket. What the hell. His time in Africa had been more work then play. A date with Karina would be a good way to cap off his return home.
Then again so would a home-cooked meal at Kendrick and Tamara’s.
Or another date with Caress , Julius thought, as he carried a suitcase in each hand up the stairs. He had to admit that she had drifted into his thoughts on more than one occasion during the past three months. He wasn’t looking for a relationship, but he damn sure would love to touch base with her again.
Putting his key in the lock of the front door, he thought, It’ll be real good to see her.
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