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JULIUS
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Julius collapsed on top of the bed with Zoe, limbs tangled together, both of them panting, his fingers trailing up and down her spine. She rolled over and stretched, smiling up at Julius from between her lashes, the memory of their lovemaking lingering in the air between them. Julius wished that he could spend the entire night discovering each other, demonstrating just how attracted he was to her, he wanted to fall asleep with her as the sky started to blush with the dawn, exhausted from loving her, from delighting in the feel and taste of her.
Julius’s eyes raked across her body, her nipples responding as if he had physically reached out and touched them. With a deep groan of need, Julius drew Zoe closer and claimed her mouth with a kiss that left her in no doubt as to his desire for her. He slid a hand down to her centre, growing hard when he discovered that she was already wet for him. Shifting position, he pushed her knees up, letting them fall to her sides. She was completely open for him, splayed out, leaving nothing hidden. He grinned wickedly up at her before teasing her sensitive nub with his tongue, claiming it with his mouth and sucking gently, as she writhed beneath him.
He moved down to her silky folds, sliding his tongue inside, teasing, tasting her juices. Pulling her knees over his shoulders, he continued to slide his tongue in and out, flicking her nub with his fingers, pinching, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger as she bucked her hips beneath him, her breathing growing shallow.
“Julius!” She pleaded, clutching at his hips, “please!”
“Please what? Tell me what you need honey.” His breath sent a cool breeze over her core, increasing her sensitivity. He wanted to hear her say it, he needed to hear it.
“I want you. Inside me. Now!” She panted. Julius smiled, reaching over to the bedside table he extracted a condom from his wallet, and unwrapped it, slipping it on.
He had promised Zoe years ago that he would never hurt her, and that meant protecting her against any unwanted consequences. He knew that Zoe was on the contraceptive pill, after a decade of friendship they had no secrets, well, he smiled ruefully, apart from this one, which was magnificent, but he didn’t want to take any chances with her health.
With Zoe’s legs still dangling over his shoulders, he rose to his knees, leaning over her and using her legs as support, he drove his hardened length into her, before pulling out fully and driving in again and again. Zoe arched her back and bucked her hips to meet his powerful thrusts, screaming in pleasure as he drove in harder and deeper, his thick member hitting her G spot. “Julius, oh my god, Julius, yes, yes!” Zoe held nothing back as he moved within her, caressing his ego with her mews and moans, urging him deeper with her words.
Pulling his length out fully, he gave one final thrust all the way into her core and felt her walls tighten around his stiffened member as he pushed her over the edge, hearing her scream out his name with wild abandon. With one final thrust he exploded inside her, gripping her hips for support until totally spent, he collapsed beside her.
Once their breathing had returned to normal, Zoe pushed herself into a sitting position and smiled down at Julius.
“Come on,” she took his hand in hers and led him through to her bathroom, starting the shower and stepping in. Julius watched her for a moment before stepping in next to her, his arms encircling her waist from behind, his erection flush against her perfect little bottom.
He marvelled at how turned on he was by Zoe, by his best friend. Turning in his arms, Zoe picked up the condom she left on the edge of the sink and unwrapped it, sliding it down his length while his mouth found hers, hungrily tasting her, drinking her in. His hands cupped her buttocks, lifting her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, settling herself onto his erection.
He tethered her against the shower wall, hands holding her hips steady as he plunged in and out of her in a frantic rhythm that had them both dripping with need. Julius screamed her name as he came, anchoring her against his length as he pulsed inside of her. Feeling his release seeping through her core was Zoe’s undoing, and she screamed out his name, clamping down on his shoulder as lust overtook her senses.
“You might have to stay like this, oh dear,” Zoe rubbed his chest, “what brand is this?”
It took Julius a moment to understand what Zoe was talking about, his blood running cold as he realised she was trying to rub off his alien appearance.
“Leave it,” he snapped, “it will be fine.”
“Oh-kay.” He hated the hurt tone he heard in Zoe’s voice, but he couldn’t help it. Stepping away from her touch, he pulled a towel off the hook and wrapped it around his middle, going back through to the bedroom. He heard the water turn off in the shower and imagined Zoe getting out, pictured the fluffy towel drying parts of her body, parts that he ached to touch, to taste, again.
He grew hard at the images in his head but ignored them, pulling on his clothes and getting dressed, his erection rubbing painfully against the fabric. By the time Zoe padded into the bedroom, fluffy towel tied between her breasts, confusion on her face, he was already headed for the door.
“You’re leaving?” Zoe sounded incredulous.
“Yes,” he nodded, walking away. When he reached the front door he turned, looking at her. “This should never have happened Zoe, I apologise. All I can do is promise you that it won’t happen again, this was a one-night-only kinda deal, from now on, I will be nothing but professional.”
“Professional. I see.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Well then, don’t let me stop you,” she gestured to the door.
“Zoe, one more thing. That first time, in the car, and the next time, in your bed, I forgot to use protection, I’m sorry. I know you’re on the contraceptive pill, but stop by my office tomorrow and I will write you a script for the morning-after pill so there are no consequences from tonight.”
“Fine.” He wasn’t stupid, he heard the ice in her voice. With a nod, he turned and left, walking back to his car with lead in the pit of his stomach. He wished he could go back, knock on her door until she let him in, and apologise, but he knew it was futile. He could never apologise without telling her the truth and to do that would mean losing her forever. At least this way he still got to work with her, although he was almost certain he had just lost his best friend.
