Page 41 of You. Me. Us.

“Please...” she whimpered into his earlobe. "Don’t stop..."

“I can do this as long as you want,” the words were strained. “But I think I need you to stop.” he laughed softly as the hand on her breasts moved to hold her hand in place. “I need to be in top form if you’re giving me this honor.” He continued to pump his fingers in and out as the world around her blurred with pleasure and she let her eyes close.

With each stroke of his fingers, she could feel the intense pressure building between her legs. The way he circled her clit was like a tantalizing dance, teasing and driving her to the edge of insanity. Her whole body trembled in anticipation as the orgasm coiled within her, ready to burst forth at any moment. And when it finally did, it was an explosion of pure pleasure that radiated through every inch of her being, leaving her breathless and completely spent when his fingers did slip free.

She whimpered at the sudden loss of his touch. What was he doing? A few moments later, there was a rustling sound, and she opened one eye to see him untie the bow on a condom wrapper, still kneeling between her legs. She couldn’t take her eyes off him.

He rolled the condom onto his impressive length with practiced ease, smirking up at her as he did so. Her mouth went dry as a familiar pulsing began between her legs a second time.

Leaning forward, he captured her lips again as he brushed the head of his dick over her core. She arched into him, begging for more contact. He chuckled softly and slowly pushed inside, inch by agonizing inch. Every fiber of her screamed at her to move, to rock and thrust until another orgasm would release the quickening pulsing.

But she couldn’t. His weight pinned her down the same way his kiss seemed to immobilize her. Forcing her still until their bodies touched, his erection seated to the hilt.

“Fuck,” she groaned, uncertain where the woman that behaved like that came from. She didn’t curse, but it was the only word that fit.

Julius chuckled and rolled his hips. “That is the intention.”

Her eyes fell shut at the pure pleasure humming through her from a single movement.

The feeling was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before, full and stretching, but it also felt like coming home. She wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer as he moved slowly in and out of her tight heat. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body. Every time he brushed against her clit, it was like an electric current running through every nerve ending in existence.

The friction from their bodies created a symphony of sounds that filled the quiet yacht cabin—his smooth skin slapping against hers accompanied by his labored breathing and occasional grunts of pleasure.

Her whole body seemed to be on fire, consumed with the pleasure Julius was expertly delivering. She felt like she was floating, her mind completely blank except for the sensations he was evoking within her.

Her nails raked down his back, likely leaving red marks in their wake, as his pace quickened. He seemed to know exactly where and how to touch her to send her spiraling toward ecstasy.

She cried out his name as her second orgasm crashed over her, more intense than the first. Julius groaned and thrust harder, riding out both of their climaxes until they were both spent and panting heavily.

He collapsed onto the bed next to her, pulling her close and pressing a kiss to her forehead. They lay there for a few minutes, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow.

“Damn,” Julius finally said, breaking the silence. “That was amazing.”

Hillary couldn’t help but agree. She had never experienced anything like that before. It was almost surreal.

“I’ve never felt so alive,” she admitted, voice still shaky from their encounter as her entire body still trembled from the force of two orgasms so close together.

Julius chuckled and kissed her softly on the lips. “I’m glad to hear it was mutual.”

Hillary smiled and snuggled closer to him, content and at peace in his arms. This was definitely not what she had expected when she got on that yacht, to give into him so easily.

But she wasn’t complaining.

They lay there for a while longer before he ran a finger over her forearm. “About that dinner?”

“I am starving,” she chuckled.

“Consider it a small break before we come back and do that again. There’s no peace on set, and I’m not letting you go back until I’ve had my fill.

eighteen

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Julius rappedhis knuckles against Hillary’s hotel room door, a grin already tugging at his lips in anticipation of seeing her. Within seconds, the door swung inward, revealing Hillary in what looked to be a cozy sweater and jeans, her chestnut hair pulled back in a messy bun. She looked adorably nervous, her green eyes widening slightly behind her glasses.

“Hey there, Superstar,” Julius said warmly, dropping a quick kiss to her lips. “I was hoping I could walk with you to the table read. If you’d like the company, that is.”

A smile bloomed across Hillary’s face. “That would be great, actually. I could use a friendly face right about now.” She stepped out, pulling the door shut behind her. “Last night was amazing, but I woke up this morning with the same nerves I had before you pulled me away for an amazing evening.”

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