“Yes, Julius?” she said, sitting up to position the tray in front of her.
He opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. And then finally closed it for good. “Nothing. Nothing at all,” he said, turning to leave the room with one last shove of a stack of magazines from his path before he closed the bedroom door.
Chapter Six
“ Say you want me, Caress. Say it.”
“I want you, Julius. I want you.”
In the next moment his lips, those divinely soft, yet masculine lips, were pressed to the sweet hollow at the base of her neck as his skillful hands shifted up to caress the sides of her bared breasts. Caress moaned with a little cry that only hinted at the intense pleasure she felt. She shivered uncontrollably as she opened her legs wider before wrapping them around his strong, muscular waist.
Julius laughed softly against her neck as he shifted his body down on the rose-covered bed to press his face in the sweet perfumed valley of her breasts. He inhaled deeply of her sweet scent before shifting his head just a bit to suckle her nipple just as deeply.
“Julius!” Caress cried out achingly as she squirmed her hips against the bed beneath him.
He suckled the brown bud into his mouth again.
And again.
And again.
Caress arched her back, pressing his head closer as she bit her bottom lip and let her eyes drift closed in sweet ecstasy as he shifted his mouth with ease to the other nipple. The first feel of his moist tongue and mouth made her take a sharp intake of breath.
Julius shifted his hands, the muscles of his arms straining, as he took her bared ass in his hands to massage deeply as he circled his skillful tongue around her nipple and dark aureole swiftly. Erotic swirls. Devastating circles. Pleasure. Sweet, aching pleasure.
“Yes!” Caress cried out.
Julius rose to his knees on the bed. The electrified air between them coursed over the sudden gap in their bodies as he looked down at her heatedly.
Caress opened her eyes, looking up and devouring every inch of his muscled frame—including the eleven inches of pure muscle that curved away from his steeled body with dominance. The weighty tip was thick and just a touch lighter than the rest of the dark rod springing from a mass of soft curls and Caress was filled with a need to taste it. Suck it. Deeply.
She brought her hands up from tightly clutching the satin sheets to massage her own soft body as she watched Julius take his hardness into his own strong hands. “Come,” she ordered softly, as her body tightened at the first feel of her slender fingers spreading the thick lips of her core to him.
Julius obeyed her without question bending down to bury his head against the soft trimmed curls covering the plumpest fruit he ever saw on a woman.
Caress raised a foot to his hard, hair-covered chest to stop him from tasting her.
He looked up in disappointment. Her scent—that warm, sultry, womanly scent that was uniquely hers—filled the air and he wanted to taste her essence. Drink upon it. Thirstily.
With a cocky smile and desire-filled soft eyes, Caress raised one moist hand from her core to make a circle motion with her finger.
Julius’s eyes darkened. His dick surged with renewed life. His heart pounded like a wild tribal drum just before the meanest war.
Caress removed her foot from his chest and raised an eyebrow almost as a dare.
The bed groaned under the weight of his movement as Julius shifted his taut frame so that he was on his knees above her backwards with face above her spread legs and his heavy erection now hanging down above her mouth. Anticipation made the muscles of his stomach tight.
Caress brought her hands up to massage his lower back and his hard buttocks as she looked close up at his beautiful dick. Feeling naughty she lifted her chin and released her moist tongue to run from the thick base of his dick along the weighty vein on the side to the thick tip. She circled it, loving the feel of the smoothness against her mouth and tongue as he shivered and tightly grasped her ankles. Her soft chuckle blew against the moist tip and he shivered again.
Raw electricity shivered over their bodies as she kissed the tip before she opened her mouth wide and suckled it deeply. Just the tip. That’s all she wanted…for now.
“Damn!” Julius swore as his hips jerked above her.
Caress suckled his rod and then circled the tip with her cunning tongue. Her nipples ached and her clit swelled with renewed life because she knew she pleasured him. In that moment, it was all she wanted in the world. Nothing else mattered.
Julius fought for control as he felt himself harden to steel in her mouth. He throbbed and his sacs tightened as he felt the surge of his cum pulsating inside him. “Don’t make me cum,” he begged hoarsely as he pressed his face against her thigh and fought hard for control.
Caress shifted her head back letting his dick slide out of her mouth. She was nowhere near ready for the end of this sexual odyssey. Not at all.
With a playful slap to his backside, Caress spread her legs wider and made a little motion with her hips.
Julius was very obedient.
With his heart and dick still pounding, Julius brought his hands around her soft thighs to open her core to him. He quickly bent his head and with a dart of his tongue he stroked her clit. Caress sighed.
He stroked again.
Caress spread her legs wider until her plush buttocks lifted just a bit from the bed.
He stroked again.
She called out his name like he was her savior.
With a wolfish grin he suckled the whole of her into his mouth.
Caress arched her hips high until her feet were pressed deeply down into the softness of the bed and her buttocks were completely free of the bed. Rose petals lifted slightly in the air before dropping back down to the bed.
Julius wrapped his arms around her tighter and held on for the simulated rodeo ride as she bucked against him wildly with every lick, every kiss, and every suckle of her intimacy.
Caress gasped hotly as his tongue pressed deeply inside her to circle her walls. She felt like her heart stopped, but she knew she was alive. More alive and vibrant and electrified than ever. Beads of sweat coated her body. Her pulse raced through her body. She was on fire.
She was alive, and right now Julius was her lifeline.
His dick stroked her mouth as she thrashed about and she swiftly turned her head to the right to capture it in her mouth. Deeply. Wetly. Hotly.
With a deep moan she lifted her head from the pillow and sucked it in an iniquitous, piston-like motion that caused slurping noises to rise up into the heated and electrified air. Fast. Furious. Freaky.
Caress brought her legs up to surround his head as she held onto his waist tightly as they pleasured each other intensely, accepting the shift in their play.
Both trembled like fiends as they felt the
ir climaxes steadily rising. Powerfully aware of the pleasure they gave and received, Julius and Caress were lost in one another. Captured by their desires. Blinded by their passions. Addicted to the heat.
Chemistry coursed over their bodies as they both cried out hoarsely and jerked their hips against each others’ mouths as white hot spasms racked their loins, warmed their bodies, and exploded in their chests as they sent each other to orgasmic heights that was far beyond anything either one had ever felt…
Caress’s eyes popped open wide where she lay in the middle of the bed. Sweat covered her body causing the sheets to coat her body like a second skin. Her pulse raced. She was warm. Okay, she was far beyond warm. She was hot. Everywhere.
She lifted her hands to her cheeks as she felt that undeniable moistness between her thighs and that steady thump-thump of her bud.
A wet dream.
It had felt so real. So erotic. So satisfying.
Not like the real thing, but good. Damn good. Too damn good.
Shit.
Caress flung the coverlet from her body as she sat up on still-shaking legs. She leaned over to the beside table as she pulled her white nightie away from her body. The clock said it was just after six in the morning.
She was an early morning riser. She had been working since she was fifteen, so her body didn’t know anything but rising and shining early.
Caress had an early appointment to get ready for. She reached in the nightstand for the white leather journal she kept there. A few weeks ago, she’d made the decision to keep a journal for her baby. It was one of those weepy, sentimental things Caress didn’t usually to go for, but her pending motherhood must be softening her.
She pulled the pen from the middle of the book and turned to the last entry.
She laughed at herself. The names needed some serious work. Her eyes drifted down to Julius, Jr. How would Julius feel about that? Would he be surprised? Pleased? Annoyed?
It would be nice to know what the hell Julius thought about anything concerning the baby.
Closing the book, she pushed thoughts of baby names and indifferent baby fathers away. Right now her little escape into eroticism and the clear knowledge that she had to spread her legs wide in some stirrups to give birth had her in major need of a nice, hot bath.
Julius was lounging in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and The Star Ledger when Caress walked down the stairs. Over the rim of his cup he took her in. With each passing day her face was filling out as well as her belly, and Julius honestly thought she looked more beautiful than ever. With the eye of a photographer, he absorbed the brightness of her eyes and the glow of her face.
Pregnancy suited her.
“Good morning, Caress,” he called out, folding the paper and setting it on top of the island.
His brows drew in at the way she visibly jumped and whirled to look at him.
“Mornin’,” she said, looking at him before her cheeks flushed and she looked away.
Julius watched as she grabbed her coat and keys before heading out the door. He was curious about where she was going. He knew from Kendrick that she was out looking for a job and doing interviews. Maybe she had one today.
He returned his attention back to his paper and coffee. He didn’t have any photo shoots scheduled for today so he was leaving everything in Dwayne’s hands for the morning. He deserved a lazy start just chilling, and he was going to have it.
The loud-and-angry strangle of a car not turning over filtered through the windows. He moved over to the door leading out to the driveway and pulled the wooden blinds apart just in time to see Caress banging her fist on the steering wheel in frustration. With an amused grin on his face he watched as she bit her bottom lip, released a deep breath like she was counting to ten, and then reached down to try and start the car again.
The same strangle erupted from beneath the hood.
Caress got out of the car, slammed the little door, and released a string of expletives that would make a west coast rapper blush. Julius didn’t think he had ever heard a car addressed as “rusty, beat down, tore up, two-toned son-of-a-bitch.” Biting a laugh as she kicked the tire like it was a purse snatcher, Julius opened the door and walked out into the brisk and biting winter air.
“Car trouble?” he asked, sounding amused as he shoved his hands into his armpits to help block the cold.
Caress looked up at him in annoyance at his amusement, and he dropped his grin.
“It won’t start and I have a doctor’s appointment,” she said, moving back to bend inside the car and pop the hood.
Miss Independence , he thought.
Julius wasn’t one of the let-me-take-a-look-under-the-hood kind of men. Nor was he interested in being in twenty-degree weather trying to figure out what was wrong with her ancient car. What he was was a gentleman. A gentleman who believed in paying those who enjoyed doing certain things in life…like fixing cars.
“What time is your appointment?” he asked, walking down the slanted drive to stand beside her in front of the car.
“In thirty minutes,” she answered, pulling the stick to check the oil.
Julius shook his head. “No, no, no,” he told her in a stern and deep voice that invited no argument—or so he hoped. He gently removed the stick, stuck it back where it belonged, and then closed the hood. “Give me five minutes to dress and call a mechanic. I’ll take you to the doctor.”
Caress instantly shook her head. “I can’t afford a mechanic—”
Julius felt like rolling his eyes but he didn’t because maybe he was hanging around Dwayne too much. “Caress, let me do this for you,” he requested in a serious tone as he looked down into her bright eyes that were filled with water from the January cold winds beating around them.
Caress’s gaze was one of refusal.
Julius nodded in persistence.
“I’ll pay you back for the car,” she told him with determination that made him want to smile.
Julius wanted to take her to the doctor anyway. Maybe hearing from the doctor’s mouth what her due date was would help ease the questions that still remained with him as to his true role in Caress’ unexpected pregnancy.
Caress settled deep onto the sand leather-heated seats of Julius’s Range Rover. She couldn’t lie—it was a far better ride than her chilly, in-need-of-shocks-real-bad hooptie. Still, she hated to think that Julius thought she was pushing herself or her baby onto him. Of course she’d be happy if he would get happy about the baby at least, but nothing else was foremost on her mind…during her working hours at least.
She shivered at the heated memory of her erotic dreams of him at night. Pregnancy obviously didn’t cool her desires any because one thing she couldn’t deny was that Julius Jones, debonair urban man of the new millennium, turned her the hell on without even trying. And Lord knows he wasn’t trying worth a damn.
“Thanks again,” she said, glancing over at him as he drove with ease and confidence. “I wish I didn’t have to bother you.”
Julius glanced over at her as well and their eyes met briefly before she looked away. “It’s not a bother, Caress.”
They fell silent and the soft strains of some instrumental jazz filled the interior of the luxury vehicle again.
“I guess if your car hadn’t broken down this morning you wouldn’t have told me about this appointment either?” he asked, adjusting his position in the driver’s seat.
“Of course not,” sh
e answered. “I clearly see our situation for what it is and nothing more. So the whole happy picture of us going to doctors’ appointments and shopping for the nursery…and…picking names together is not what I’m looking for. And I ain’t trying to push it on you either.”
She felt Julius’s intense eyes on her and it made her feel electrified, but she ignored looking in his direction again.
“This is a hard situation for us both, Caress,” he told her.
“I agree, Julius,” she answered.
They fell silent again.
“You still not sure it’s your baby?” she asked, finally voicing a question that had been haunting her since his return. She chanced a look at him out of the corner of her ebony eyes.
“Honestly?” he asked, as he turned the weighty vehicle right on Springfield Avenue.
A pang echoed in her chest. “Yes. We’re both grown.”
“I hardly know you so I can’t lie and say I don’t have doubts,” he admitted in a low voice that let her know he wished he hadn’t had to say that. “I’m sorry.”
Caress nodded. “I understand your position. I watch Maury and all those talk shows. There are plenty of men being fooled…but please know that my last relationship ended months before our date that night. I hadn’t been intimate with anyone for months before that night, and for the life of me I’m trying to figure out why the hell I lost my mind that night.”
“ We lost our minds, Caress,” Julius insisted in soft and husky tones. “We lost our minds together.”
Caress closed her eyes as a wave of awareness shimmied over her body. She nervously licked her lips as her heart fluttered. Everything in his tone let her know that he hadn’t forgotten what they shared that night either…and that was dangerous. “There’s my doctor’s office on the right. You can just let me out and I’ll catch the bus back,” she told him, struggling to bring all of her senses and those physical cues of desire under control.
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