Page 40 of You. Me. Us.

With a nod, Julius adjusted his hold on her, one arm supporting her back while the other cradled her thighs. He carried her effortlessly, navigating the narrow staircase that led below deck. Hillary clung to him, her heart racing with anticipation as the warmth of his body seeped into her skin.

The low lighting made their surroundings seem even more intimate and private, enhancing the electric tension pulsing between them. He walked through a set of double doors into a lavish bedroom, complete with a king-sized bed draped in luxurious linens and pillows fluffed to perfection. A small wooden desk sat in one corner with a candle flickering on top of it, casting shadows on the walls.

As they entered the bedroom, Julius gently lowered her onto the plush mattress. Hillary’s breath caught in her throat as shetook in the sight of him hovering above her, his expression a captivating blend of tenderness and raw desire. He cupped her face in his hands and the touch sent waves of pleasure rushing through her as if he’d touched her far more intimately.

“You’re so beautiful,” Julius whispered, his fingers ghosting along her cheek, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

Slowly, he lowered his mouth to hers once more—their third kiss since they stepped onto the yacht—and it was by far the most passionate one yet. His tongue traced the seam of her lips before slipping inside her mouth with a tender yet assertive probe.

Hillary’s body trembled beneath his touch, every nerve ending alive and yearning for more. She reached up, cupping his face in her hands, and drew him toward her.

Hillary moaned softly into his mouth, arching into him when he pressed against her core teasingly with his hardness. It had been so long since she had felt this desired and wanted. It was as if Julius could read all of her secret fantasies just by looking at her. As their tongues danced together, she ran her hands up along his chest and over his shoulders before threading them through his hair once again. She couldn’t get enough of feeling those strands underneath her fingertips.

Julius’s skilled hands roamed over her body, tracing every curve and dip with reverence and hunger. With practiced ease, he undid each button of her blouse, revealing her soft, flawless skin to his eager lips. A shiver of delight ran through her as she arched into his caresses, her fingers splaying out over his cheeks to pull him closer.

“I need you,” she breathed against his lips, her voice thick with lust as she moved her feet to fling her slip-on sneakers off, not caring where they fell.

Julius paused and leaned away just a bit, his eyes locking with hers, the intensity of his gaze stealing her breath. “Far be it from me to deny a request like that.”

With those words, he captured her lips once more, his kisses growing more urgent as they shed their remaining clothing. Skin against skin, they moved together in a dance as old as time, their bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle finally complete. She knew her skin was red with a flush as the soft fabric of her already unbuttoned blouse slid off her shoulders.

She gasped at the sensation, feeling his warm breath against her ear as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck. His hands moved downwards, tracing lines on her stomach before reaching back up to the clasp between her breasts, undoing it with a swift movement that made their bare chests touch for a moment. A shiver ran down her spine as Julius groaned softly against her skin.

The kiss grew deeper, wilder, as his fingers went to the waistband of her sweats and pushed them down to her ankles. She helped with, arching her back, as he tugged at the elastic bottoms until they slipped off her legs.

No longer was her entire focus on the burning ache to feel Julius. No, she was now aware of how vulnerable she was before him on the bed. He didn’t give her long to focus, to ask him if anything was wrong, before he slid his hands up her thighs, tracking patterns along her skin until he reached the edge of her rather mundane black panties.

With one swift movement, Julius pulled off his shirt, revealing his toned abs and chiseled chest. His muscles rippled as he moved closer to Hillary, his heat enveloping her like a blanket on a cold night. She couldn’t help but run her hands over his firm abs that spoke of hours at the gym and careful eating.

The scent of saltwater mixed with Julius’s unique cologne filled Hillary’s nostrils making it hard for her to focus onanything else but this moment right here—the feeling of being wanted by such an attractive man had never felt so real or exhilarating before tonight.

“I’m wearing too much,” he whispered against her neck.

She watched as his fingers made quick work of the buckle on his belt, and even faster work of tugging his jeans off, kicking them to the side before returning to cover her body with his.

“I want you so badly,” he murmured against her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine once more. Then his tongue darted out to lick along its curve before moving down toward her neckline.

Hillary gasped as Julius’s warm lips caressed the nape of her neck, his stubble tickling her sensitive skin. A shudder ran through her, and she moaned softly. With a deft touch, he unclasped her bra, the cool night air teasing her freed breasts. Hillary closed her eyes, relishing in the feel of his hot breath on her nipples as he flicked them with his tongue. A groan escaped her lips when he sucked gently, rolling them between his teeth. Her fingers curled into fists in his hair, holding him close as she arched into the sensation.

His touch was like electricity, setting her ablaze from the inside out.

She knew he trailed his fingers down her stomach, but the sensation was quickly overridden by the sharpness of his teeth against her sensitive nipple. As one of his fingers traced across her folds, she couldn’t stop a small moan of pleasure, her body responding instantly as he continued to rub over her swollen clit.

Hillary’s breath hitched, her mind racing with the delicious sensations coursing through her body. Julius’s dexterous fingers continued to tease and probe, seeking out her most sensitive spots as he nudged her thighs apart with his nose. His free hand moved to guide hers to his erection, slipping her hands into his boxers.

He was rock hard and silky smooth under her touch. Though she couldn’t see it, she knew her fingers didn’t touch as she closed herself around his length, ready to help him feel the way he made her feel.

It felt so good, this forbidden pleasure they shared. Desire sent her pulse fluttering within her chest as he explored every inch of her moist folds, tenderly circling around her clit before finally pressing firmly against it. Her hips bucked off the bed, seeking more contact, but he held her steady with a gentle grip on her hips.

“Let go,” he whispered hoarsely against her earlobe. “Let yourself go.”

And with those words, something snapped inside her—like a dam breaking free after holding back for too long. Hillary threw all inhibitions aside and allowed herself to indulge in this moment with him. She moaned softly as he thrust two fingers inside her, filling her up completely. It was an unfamiliar but welcome feeling. She never thought she could crave something so much.

As Julius pumped his fingers in and out of Hillary’s wetness, she stroked his cock, matching his rhythm unconsciously.

“That’s it,” Julius groaned between kisses down her neckline toward her collarbone. “You feel so good.”

He released her hand and returned it to cup one of her breasts, massaging it gently while suckling on the other nipple until she cried out softly again. The combination of sensations was too much for her to bear. She was close now—so close she could taste it on the back of her tongue—but then suddenly he stopped all movements except for circling around her clit relentlessly with his thumb. She let her speed increase as she stroked his cock, not realizing at first how it changed the way he touched her.

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