Make You Mine (6 page)

Gladly.

 

Julius heard Caress get up from the island and he looked briefly away from the grilled cheese sandwiches he was making to watch her leave the kitchen. His forehead furrowed at the downward slope of her shoulders.

His immediate instinct was to go to her, but did she want his comfort?

Tonight was the most conversation they shared with each other since their initial meeting upon his return from Africa. He knew it couldn't be easy for her. He knew she had to be scared. She had to be nervous. She had to be stressed.

None of it was good for the baby.

As he finished up the grilled cheese sandwiches and warmed up a large can of vegetable soup, he made a mental note to talk to Tamara.

Or I could just ask Caress myself.

Honestly, he was holding back from getting to know her even more because he didn't want to give her the wrong impression. He wasn't looking for a relationship. He wasn't ready to be a family man.

And he had the distinct feeling that she wanted to make sure he understood that she honestly wasn't trying to trap him into anything more. She avoided him around the house like the plague. At times he forgot she was here except…

The laughter that spilled from her as she watched those crazy ass celebreality shows. Really, who cared who Flavor Flav dated?

Or the sounds of her I'm-a-woman-singer-whose-been-done-wrong-by-men music that she always sang along with off-key.

Or when he was tripping over random piles of those damn Snapples she was always drinking, or other odd items she left about the house.

Other than that, the actual woman was pretty scarce whenever he got home.

Funny, it didn't stop her from staying constant in his dreams at night.

Oh, he still wanted Caress with an intensity that scared him. That night—their night—was just as fresh in his memory as if it happened last night. All the while in Africa and even upon his return he awakened at night with dreams of her riding him with her small, but beautiful breasts dangling just above his mouth as he held on for the ride.

How many nights had he awakened in a sweat with his dick as hard as a brick with the memory of her words still clinging to the air.

Is it good?

Tonight when she asked him about the ice cream, her words had sent him spiraling right back to their night. To that moment just before he tasted her. To the taste of her on his tongue. Again. And again. And again. Until he tasted her very liquid essence. Suckled on it. Feasted on it.

His dick stirred to life between his thighs and there was no denying the ache the memory caused. Shit.

Julius bit his lip and shook his head as he moved about the kitchen preparing a tray. Even as he carried it out of the kitchen and up the stairs his rod still hung heavy between his strong thighs just waiting for one touch, one look, or one other memory to shoot it straight to full hardness and heat.

Outside her door, Julius held the tray with one hand and knocked briefly with the other.

“Come in.”

Julius didn't know if he was just a horny toad or what but her permission for him to enter sounded more like “coming” instead of “come in.” He shook off the thought and turned the knob to step in the room.

Seconds later, he wished he had stayed downstairs and never crossed the threshold into what had to be the secret hideout for clothes. It looked like a dryer threw up in the place. That familiar tension that seemed to be with him lately settled on his shoulders and the back of his neck. He forced a smile and tried to rotate his neck and shoulders to shake it off.

Caress was lying in the middle of the unmade bed on her back with her knees bent and her arms crossed over her shoulders. She shifted her arm just enough to look over at him with one eye. “Is that for me?” she asked.

Julius was too busy wondering how on earth anyone could be comfortable in a room where there wasn't one neat spot to sit. He nodded as he fought the urge to treat her like a teenager who needed to be ordered to straighten her room.

A vision of his baby sitting and waving atop a pile of clothes in the crib flashed before him.

In order to reach the bed, he kicked a path in the clothes littering the floor. “Caress, listen, I can't hold my tongue any longer,” he said, using a hand to make enough room on the bed to set down the tray.

“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.

“
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 their 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.