Chuckling, she shoved him on the shoulder. “You performed to perfection. I was completely surprised at the precision choreography. I knew then that time and effort went into it. I saw the gladiator act. It was thrilling. The sounds of the swords clanging together and the drums gave me chills. I loved it when they had to drag the other guy off the stage when you fake killed him.”
“That was Maxim.”
Her eyes widened.
“Ah! You were right. He’s huge.”
“We practiced hard for that one. I was pleased with the outcome as well. I’ve been planning to go on the road and visit other male revue sites to increase my knowledge. I’m especially interested in one from Los Angeles called Magnificent 7 Male Revue. I found out that they have a producer named Richard Jimenez that specializes in unique stage presentations, and I hope to learn from him. Plus, I think their name is pretty righteous.” He frowned when she glanced down and her brows drew together.
Lowering his voice, Caelius leaned in even closer. He feared he may have disappointed her, and he didn’t want to miss any part of her expression.
“Does what I do each night bother you?”
She looked up and blinked a few times before she spoke. Her voice came low and husky, and his skin pebbled.
“No. Not in the least. It was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” He watched her throat work on a hard swallow before she continued.
“Your body was gleaming and showed off every single muscle as you swung that sword. It was the first time I’d seen your hair down, too. It’s…it’s beautiful. After you won, you worked your way down the row of women and paid each one of them close attention. I’m sure they felt like they were the only person in the room when you looked at them. With every song, your body swayed perfectly to the music, and it mesmerized me. I…uh…yeah…it was great.”
Caelius was having a hard time focusing on her answer. Her jasmine-scented desire had resurfaced and was wreaking havoc on his concentration, not to mention his cock. It was at full length and pushing insistently against his jeans. He said the first thing that came to mind. Something he wanted very badly.
“I want to kiss you, Rhia.” He wasn’t expecting her to recoil as if he was a hissing viper. Her laughter was shaky and broken.
“Good grief, Caelius. Why on Earth would you want to kiss me? I’m too old for you. I don’t know how many times I’ve told you this. Hell, I’m a classic just like Dirty Harry. I was a teenager when those first came out. Geez! You can have your pick of so many young, vibrant women. Why the hell are you wasting your time with me?”
Caelius felt his patience snap. She’d accused him of being clueless to his attractiveness, yet she was in the same predicament. His lovely Rhia was completely blind to the many attributes that drew him to her like a moth to a flame. She was burning him down, and he immediately reacted. Lifting from the stool, he reached down, snatched her up, and plopped her on the counter. He felt her fingers dig into his biceps, but she certainly wasn’t pushing him away. Planting a hand on either side of her hips, he leaned close and growled out what he’d wanted to say for days.
“They’re not women. They’re little girls in a woman’s body and even that’s questionable. They giggle at things I say that aren’t even funny. They say strange things to me and touch me with familiarity when it’s unwanted. I love hearing your husky voice and looking into your stunning intelligent eyes. You actually listen to what I have to say instead of staring at my gods damn crotch. Not once have you asked me to lift my arm and make a muscle. You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are to me. I can’t breathe right when I’m around you. Now, are you going to kick me the hell out of your house, or are you going to let me kiss you?”
Caelius groaned when Rhia’s lips smashed into his. Opening his mouth, he reveled in the feel of her warm tongue slipping inside and licking along his. Inferni! He’d been kissed by countless females, but never with this depth of sensuality and excruciating pleasure. Her hands slid up his arms and clasped his neck. Angling her head she drew him closer and turned him mindless as her breasts smashed against his chest. Soft pillows. Yes. Just as he’d envisioned. Sliding his hands over her curvy hips, he palmed her lower back and cupped her jaw with the other. As soon as he touched her creamy skin, his core exploded with a rolling wave of heat that extended outward and threatened to bust through his flesh. Was this it? Was he going into the Occasio surge? Why wasn’t he feeling the excruciating bite of the mating necklace against his chest?
The thought was fleeting and quickly dismissed when her heels connected with the underside of his ass and gripped him tightly. His cock throbbed and demanded release to connect with this lush, sexy female smashed against his body. Rolling his hips hard against her crotch elicited the response he wanted. She moaned into his mouth as her hands slid into his hair and gripped him tightly. Fuck! She had him on fire at the intensity of her ardor. He wanted her so badly he felt faint from the need. Ripping his mouth away from hers, he caught his breath and pressed his forehead to hers.
“Rhia, let me have you. Please tell me that it's okay because I’m about to rush you into your bedroom and do decadent things to you. Quick, give me permission to ravish you.” Between silken words, her sweet breath pulsed against his lips.
“Shit, Caelius. You can throw me all over the god damn house if you want. You’re going to have to carry me, though. My legs feel like noodles.”
To keep from shouting to the ceiling, Caelius captured her pouty lips again and drank her down. The heavy scent of jasmine swirled with her freely given desire and nearly caused his skin to split wide open with the need to meld his essence with hers. He knew this was the hardest part. Holding back was excruciating. He couldn’t fully merge with her until she knew what he truly was. She may trust him with her body at this moment, but her heart was a completely different matter.
Cupping her ass, Caelius lifted her easily from the counter and began a brisk walk to the bedroom. He loved the feel of her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her heels digging into the back of his thighs, and her soft, panting breaths hitting the side of his neck. When her warm tongue licked his skin, he almost ran into the doorframe. Quickly, he set her down on the floor next to the bed and stepped back just long enough to flip the switch on the lamp. He froze upon hearing her soft gasp.
“No. Please, Caelius. Can we use candles instead? That light is too harsh.”
“I want to see you, Rhia.” He heard her soft chuckle before she turned the light off and moved to the dresser.
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
Soon, she had several candles burning around the room. He had to admit that the soft warm glow set a perfect mood to what was going to happen. The vanilla scent was inviting and mixed well with her fragrance. When she walked around the edge of the bed, he reached out to her then hesitated.
“Inferni! I have no condoms with me, Rhia.” Looking down, he grimaced, and then looked back up. “I’m in no shape to leave to locate any. We can do other things that don’t require them. I just want to bring you pleasure.”
He hated that he couldn’t share that his body rejected human diseases, or that he’d not lain with a female in six months. He was still trying to forget that one horrendous encounter his first day on Earth when he’d lost his virginity. Rhia would laugh him from the room at the admission. Her comfort was more important. Curious, he watched her change directions and slide open a drawer on her dresser. Tentatively, she walked over to him and set an unopened box of condoms on the nightstand. Her eyes looked everywhere but in his direction.
“I bought these several months back when I got a crazy idea about dating again. Life got in the way, plus I didn’t find anyone I wanted to waste one on.” She shrugged. “It’s a multiple-size selection. You never know.” Her cheeks darkened.
Gods! He loved the dual sides of her nature, wise one moment then innocent the next.
Caelius grinned. “I’m honored that you’ve found me worthy, Rhia. You have no id
ea what that does to me.”
Caelius lifted his T-shirt and pulled it over his head. Tossing it to the floor, he sat on the chair next to the bed and quickly removed his boots and socks. The belt buckle clinked and rattled as he pulled it from his pants and dropped it to the floor. Standing, he flipped the button, unzipped, and let the jeans hang on his hips. He’d been in the club long enough to know that this particular view seemed to drive the women insane. He hoped it would do the same for her. Caelius motioned for her to come closer.
“Touch me, Rhia. I want to feel your hands on my body. Come to me.”
She approached, stood within inches of him, and looked up into his eyes. He knew he could easily drown in those gray pools. Her words were almost reverent and surprised him.
“Would you let me take your hair out of the braid first? I’ve wanted to touch it since I saw you on the stage.”
Without comment, Caelius turned and presented his braid to her. She had no idea what the gesture meant on his world. A mate would signify her extreme pleasure at viewing her lover’s body by releasing the bound hair. His legs shook from the powerful message she was unknowingly presenting to him. He locked his knees at the first tug on the leather bind. Her words were as delicate as the hands working the tresses loose.
“Geez, Caelius. It’s softer than I imagined. I’m jealous.” Both hands unceremoniously slid down the length of his back and he sucked in a breath. He prayed his shy Rhia was a thing of the past. Too soon, the warm digits drifted away. Her voice came shaky and low. “Turn around.”
When he faced her, he was overcome by the hooded sensual eyes studying his features while she drew his hair forward. It fell against his chest and she stroked the long strands as her scent swirled tantalizingly close to his nose.
“You’re so beautiful, Caelius. The candlelight enhances your golden skin and makes your muscles stand out. You’re perfect.” She placed her hands on each hip just above his waistband, leaned in, and licked his right nipple. She blew softly across it and then licked it again.
Head dropping back, he moaned to the ceiling when she did the same to the left side. His cock kicked hard when she sucked his small nipple ring into her mouth, flicked it several times with her tongue, and then blew cool air over the tightened bud.
“Umm, yes. I love it when you do that, sweetness. They react swiftly to your touch.”
He’d always been sensitive there and her hot breath combined with her warm tongue lifted his balls and threatened to release his seed before he’d even begun. She was going to be the death of him. He prayed to Dii that his intense study on the art of lovemaking would do right by her.
Stepping back to save his sanity, Caelius bent down and snagged the bottom of her T-shirt. He paused and looked up when she instinctively clamped her arms against her sides.
“I want to see you, sweetness. Let me undress you. I cannot wait another moment.” She nodded, but he could see the trepidation in her eyes.
“Don’t worry, Rhia. I find you beyond stunning.”
“You haven’t gotten the clothes off yet.”
Chuckling, he slipped the shirt from her body. “I intend to remedy that very quickly. Oh, sweet Rhia. You’re beautiful. Look at your breasts. They’re so full and round. Release the bra. I want to touch them.”
He was happy when she quickly complied. As she toed off her sneakers and bent to remove her socks, those luscious mounds swayed and jiggled. He’d not thought it possible for his dick to get any harder. He moaned his approval as her small, pink nipples hardened into tight, tempting buds.
Unable to control himself, he clasped her upper arms, dipped slightly, and smashed her up against his chest. Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her from the floor, crushed his face against hair as soft as silk, and spoke huskily into her ear.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to feel your breasts against my skin. They’re just as I imagined, but better.” He felt her shiver in his embrace. Releasing her, he dropped to his knees and started pulling at the button to her jeans. Quickly, he had the pants down around her ankles. She complied with the light tap against her calf and elevated each foot as he moved the material aside.
Grasping onto the sides of her firm, plush thighs, Caelius buried his nose into the V of her legs and inhaled her glorious scent through the red lace thong. He felt her hands running through his hair. Unable to bear another moment of hidden flesh, he caught the upper edges of the material, slid it down her long legs, and tossed it aside. A thin strip of fine, brown hair ran down from the top of her mound to just above the delicate slit. A gentle caress against her skin let him know the rest of the flesh was smooth and bare. His voice was thick with emotion as he spoke his thoughts.
“Isto perfectio, mea bellula femina.”
“Oh god, Caelius,” she panted. “You sound so fucking sexy. What did you just say to me?”
Chapter 7
Caelius glanced up and smiled. “You are perfection, my lovely female. I said the truth.” Leaning forward he pushed his tongue as far as he could between her thighs and licked upward. Her hard bud ran across his flesh and increased his excitement tenfold. Rising quickly before he lost himself to her womanly flesh, Caelius grabbed her hands and placed them on his shoulders, then dropped his arms to the side. He had no control over the huskiness of his voice. She was undoing him.
“Feel me, mea bellula. Learn my body now, because once I touch you again, I won’t stop.” She didn’t hesitate. He kept his eyes locked on her face as she began a slow descent across his flesh. She studied him as if he was a priceless piece of art.
Her hands trailed across the top of his shoulders and paused briefly to massage the flesh, as if testing its construction. Palms cupped, they trailed down the outside of his arms and slowly to his wrists. She grasped his hands and lightly squeezed. He reciprocated and smiled when she looked up to him. Again, he moved her hands to the top of his shoulders.
“Talk to me, sweetness. Tell me what you feel.” She swallowed and complied. He sucked in a quick breath when she began the descent down his chest.
“There’s too much, Caelius. Every place that I touch is smooth and firm. My hands don’t know where to go next. Your skin is hot beneath my palm, though I can feel you shivering.” Her right hand paused over his heart and the other trailed down across his abs. He could feel her testing the muscle that ran along his hip and descended to his groin.
“The lower my fingers go, the faster your heart beats. I’m curious to find out what it does when I do this.”
Caelius released his breath in a rush and growled when she pushed his jeans from his hips and shoved them to his thighs. One warm hand drifted up his arm and across his chest while her other glided up the side of his cock, now mercifully freed and slapping hard against his belly. Her thumb brushed across the bulbous head now weeping with joy at having her so close. When she swirled the copious fluid around the top and gripped his flesh with a firm hand, he fought to keep from dropping to his knees. He shook when she began a slow, twisting stroke against his flesh. Her other hand became a hot brand hovering on his chest, right over the thumping organ that was beginning to recognize this magnificent woman as its mate.
“Your cock is so hard, Caelius, yet it feels like velvet. I can feel the large vein running along the bottom, and you’re perfectly straight. You’re so big and thick, I think I should probably be frightened. I can’t believe that you’re this turned on by me.” She smiled up at him.
“Your heart started beating faster when I said that.” Her palm left his chest, trailed down his side, and slipped over his hip. The exquisite up-and-down motion on his cock slowed and allowed him time to gather his wits again. She grasped his left butt check and squeezed.
“Sculpted and firm. Shit, Caelius. You’re flawless.” Her gaze became as soft as her words.
“But do you know that it’s your eyes that have me unable to breath? They’re the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. It’s like looking into the depths of
the Mediterranean Sea. You may be young, but I see wisdom and intelligence there.” He shook with an urgent need to clasp her face and kiss her senseless. She couldn’t have spoken any better words to him than that.
When her strokes increased, he had to pry her hand away and step back before he shot his load across her belly. Unable to hold back any longer, he flipped her to the bed, grasped her hips, and pulled her butt to the edge of the tall mattress. He couldn’t kick the damn jeans off fast enough. Dropping to his knees, he placed her legs over his shoulders and dove in for a meal he’d been wanting for weeks. Her warbling cries assured him that he was meeting her needs.
Holding her thighs wide, Caelius lapped and sucked at her soft flesh until the bud extended further and hardened under his tongue. All attention went into guaranteeing she was going to come on his face. Clamping his arms around her thighs and refusing to let her squirm away from his touch, he took his time and kept her riding the fine edge with no mercy. Over and over again, he shoved his tongue deep inside her clenching core and lapped at her sweet cream before rising and sucking the trembling flesh. He could drink from her forever.
Lifting for a quick breath, he rumbled his need and reveled in the tight grip she had on his scalp. He didn’t recognize his own voice.
“Ride my face, baby. I want you to come for me. I need you wet and soaking for my cock.”
Flattening his tongue against her bud, he allowed the flesh to melt into pure energy and immediately brought it to a high-pitched vibration. She squealed and clamped her legs hard against the side of his head. He rewarded her with a jolt of pulsing energy. Her butt immediately rose from the bed before slamming back down. She began rocking furiously against his face and screamed his name when he shoved two fingers deep into the fiery heat of her core. Her flesh caught and held the digits for several moments before moving to a frantic cycle of pulse, catch, and release.
Looking up through the veil of hair she’d smashed around his face, he basked in the beatific look of excruciating pleasure riding her features. Her teeth were clenched and then opened slightly to allow air to fill her lungs in furious draws. Her glorious breasts were heaving on her chest and the nipples pointed to the ceiling.
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