Julius's Passion (Regency Club Venus #4) - Carole Mortimer Page 0,27

knife’s edge, he doubted he could promise that with any degree of certainty. “I shall endeavor not to do so.” He held her gaze with his as he slowly removed and then dropped her lace glove to the floor before guiding that now bare hand toward his straining cock.

He groaned long and deep the moment the heat of her fingers stroked and then curled about his engorged flesh. “Yes!”

He closed his eyes as he allowed his own fingers to encircle hers, and he proceeded to guide her in exactly how tightly to grip his pulsing cock and then how quickly to pump it. Once she had those two things mastered, he added a little twist into the upward stroke, removing his own hand and groaning with pleasure as her movements became sure and practiced.

Bethany’s hand stilled. “I did not hurt you?”

Julius opened his eyes and smiled at her. “Only with pleasure.” James would want to kill him if he ever learned of this intimacy between Julius and Bethany having taken place, but for the moment, Julius simply did not care. It was undoubtedly the most intimate experience of his life to have Bethany sitting next to him, the pumping of her fingers becoming bolder as her other hand cupped and gently squeezed his balls.

Bethany might not be the most experienced woman Julius had ever been with, but she was certainly the most arousing. Perhaps because of that lack of sophistication? There was something very erotic in knowing Julius was the first man she had ever touched this intimately.

“Oh God…” He groaned long and deeply as, his balls still held in her palm, her index finger had ventured lower to stroke along that sensitive band of skin between his cock and anus. If that finger strayed anywhere near the latter, Julius knew he would come instantly.

“Tell me how it feels,” she encouraged, her movements sure and firm as she pumped his flesh harder.

Julius’s lids closed again, and he slid farther down the bed as he concentrated solely on the pleasure of her caressing hands. “Your hand is like silk against my cock, a direct contrast to the hardness of the flesh beneath. It is the most exquisite pleasure when you stroke down and then up, and it causes me to shake when the soft pad of your thumb strokes over my cockhead.”

Julius’s huskily spoken words caused a reaction in Bethany’s body. Her skin felt overly warm, her breasts too tightly confined in the bodice of her gown, the rosy tips hard and tingling. Between her thighs felt equally as hot and swollen, the release of juices from her channel dampening her drawers.

She grew bolder, her palm and fingers gripping harder and moving faster along the length of Julius’s cock. She was rewarded with another low groan as an outward show of his pleasure.

Even more emboldened, her hand cupped that sac tighter beneath his cock. Her finger stroked along the taut flesh beneath, and once again she heard his throaty gasp and low groan as she pressed more firmly before moving back farther still.

“Dear God…” Julius’s hips rose as he groaned achingly.

His flesh felt rougher here, but was obviously still as responsive, for he began to tremble as her fingertip traced a circle around that ring of muscle.

“Bethany!” His fingers tightly encircled her wrist, stilling her hand.

She eyed him quizzically. His face was flushed, his eyes feverish, his bottom lip slightly swollen from being chewed between his teeth. “You do not like it?”

“Too much. Continue, and I shall— Oh fuck!” Julius’s body arched up from the bed as he shuddered and shook and thick ropes of his release shot up the front of his shirt the moment Bethany pressed her fingertip against and then through that ring of muscle.

Bethany gripped his cock more tightly as she continued to pump it through that lengthy release, her heart feeling as it if might burst out of her chest with the knowledge she had given this pleasure to Julius.

Chapter Ten

“Is it always this…awkward? Afterward?” Bethany asked when Julius gave her a questioning glance.

Awkward for whom, Julius wondered, as he inwardly chastised himself for having allowed this intimacy to happen at all.

Rising quickly from the bed to put some distance between the two of them before he compounded his own error by making love to her, Julius moved behind the screen to give himself respite from the hurt expression he could now see on Bethany’s face.

He concentrated on wiping and then tidying himself and his clothing.