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had to admit that he gave her no reason not to.  And he did offer spectacular possibilities for her life and future, regardless of how things shook out between them.
    And with things so tense and unresolved with her father, it was easier to follow that road with Julien and see where it would take her.  She knew that if worse came to worse, she could make a call, get a flight and get home.
    If I can get to a phone, she had to remind herself, instinctively reaching into her purse and glad to find the cell phone her father had given her.
    Dad, she thought to herself, suddenly feeling isolated, alone, afraid.
    “You’re worried,” Julien said, wrapping his arms around her from behind and giving her a gentle, loving squeeze.  “I understand.  But I will take care of you now, I promise.  You have nothing to fear and everything to look forward to.”
    Julien started kissing the back of Caitlyn’s neck, pulses of energy streaming down her body, making her loins quiver and her knees nearly buckle.  Julien guided her to the free-standing bar in the living room, pushing one of the three bar stools aside.
    Julien set his big, strong hands on her waste and lifted her onto the bar stool.  He kissed her deep, long and slow.  Their tongues pushed against one other.
    Julien caressed Caitlyn’s firm breasts.  She clutched the brass railing. 
    Julien spread Caitlyn’s legs, smooth and long, as he pulled her closer.  Julien placed himself into Caitlyn’s quivering womanhood, her juices warm and thick to ease their union.  Caitlyn’s shoulders arched, she bit her lower lip.  Her head tilted to the side as Julien plunged deeper.  Caitlyn felt Julien’s strength as it pressed into the most-hidden corners of her secret self, her private being. 
    Caitlyn’s chest heaved her firm, strong breasts.  Julien began to stroke even faster, Caitlyn’s pink fist holding tight, wrapped firmly around him, pumping and squeezing. 
    Julien said, “ C’est bien, oui?  C’est bien très bien .”
    “Yes,” Caitlyn whispered, “so good...”  Caitlyn’s head bobbed on her shoulders, blonde hair dancing around and over her shoulders in a sexy cascade, a silken waterfall.  Caitlyn’s lips pouted and puckered, eyebrows arched as Julien delved her furthest and untouched depths.  Julien was so forceful and engorged that Caitlyn feared her poor pelvic cradle might collapse from the sheer force and power of her Frenchman’s strident churning.
    Julien kicked out the bar stool from under Caitlyn, catching her as she fell onto him, riding him, her body jostling with his upward thrusts.  Caitlyn sank all the way down.  With each upward thrust Caitlyn rose and then fell back again.  Julien changed his rhythm; as Caitlyn was coming down onto him, Julien was pushing upward, their two bodies literally smashing against one other, gravity lending humble assistance.
    Julien said, “Come on, Caitlyn, you can do it.  You want to, you need to, and mon Dieu you are going to.”
    Caitlyn nodded, her body was convulsing with that power that raged within. 
    Julien hissed into her ear, “Say that you’re going to... say it!”  But words continued to elude Caitlyn’s frantic mind, her tongue numb in her dry mouth, lips sticking even as sweat poured down from her temples.  Caitlyn nodded, which was as much as she physically could manage.  But Julien insisted, “Say it!”
    Caitlyn whimpered, “Yes, yes, right now, I’m gonna... I’m gonna...”
    “Don’t you do it, not yet.”
    “But... but...”
    Julien pressed his face to her ear.  “Hold back, Caitlyn, until I tell you.”  Julien thrust with even greater force, bouncing Caitlyn on his strong and stalwart self.  “Not yet, Caitlyn.”   Caitlyn’s fingers clenched around that brass bar rail, her strained knuckles white.
    Caitlyn screamed, her teeth clenched tight to hold back her writhing demand for satisfaction.  It had been so long; too long.  Too many years of the same