Chapter 9 #2
His single-minded attention caused Georgiana’s words and actions to grow bolder as the evening progressed. The two glasses of wine she had consumed with her meal also helped her to dismiss any doubts she might otherwise have felt about touching Julian at every opportunity.
Besides, she only had to see the way in which the pupils of Julian’s eyes expanded to consume the iris—a sure sign of his arousal—every time she laid her hand on his arm to emphasize a point, to know that he was as affected by their growing intimacy as she was.
“That will be all, Dalton,” Julian dismissed the butler gruffly once the last of their used plates had been taken away and a decanter of brandy and two glasses, at Julian’s request, had been placed in the center of the table.
“You may all retire for the evening. And thank Cook for such a delicious meal.”
“Very good, Your Grace. Lady Stapleton.” The butler bowed before exiting the dining room.
Georgiana chuckled the moment she and Julian were left alone together.
“What do you think he and the other servants make of our…living arrangement? My impression this evening is that Dalton, at least, is pleased to see you behaving more like old yourself again. Or am I presuming too much with that comment?” she ventured.
Julian placed one of his hands on top of hers as it rested on the table. “You are not presuming too much. I have never before felt this comfortable in a woman’s company and conversation. Yet at the same time, I feel as if all my emotions are so heightened, they are balanced on a razor’s edge.”
Georgiana studied his flushed features. “Is that a bad thing?”
“Indeed, it is not.” He chuckled. “I have never before felt as alive as I do this evening.”
“I am glad.”
He held up the decanter in invitation. “Would you care to join me in a glass of brandy?”
“Yes, please.” She had never drunk brandy before, but she believed she might need a little Dutch courage to proceed with her seduction.
Making a statement as to that being her intention was one thing; having the courage to carry out that plan was something else entirely. But she believed she had made a good start. Tasting brandy for the first time would certainly not be amiss.
Except it was…
“Oh. My. God!” Georgiana managed to choke out after swallowing her first sip.
Her mouth and throat felt as if they were on fire. That fire exploded in her abdomen when it reached her stomach, tears stinging her eyes as she continued to gasp for breath.
“Is there anything I can do?” Julian prompted as she continued to wheeze.
She glared at him as she placed the glass carefully on the table. “Why on earth does anyone drink such an abomination?” She eyed the glass as if it had personally affronted her. Which, in her opinion, it had. “It is disgusting!” she added with a grimace of distaste, her throat continuing to burn.
Julian poured her a glass of water and held it out. “Drink this instead?”
She eyed him accusingly as she took the glass and sipped the cool water.
It made her throat burn even more for a couple of seconds before soothing the rawness left by the brandy.
“I repeat,” she stated as she placed the empty water glass on the table, “why on earth would anyone voluntarily drink something so disgusting?” She glared at the rest of the alcohol still left in her brandy glass.
Julian grimaced. “Having witnessed your reaction, I believe it must be an acquired taste.” He swallowed his own brandy with obvious enjoyment.
Acquired or otherwise, Georgiana could now feel the warmth of the alcohol spreading from her abdomen to the rest of her body. One of the positive effects being that she now felt less nervous about kissing Julian.
Georgiana stood to move around the table. “Sit back, please.” The moment Julian did so, she sat on his muscular thighs, placing one of her arms about his shoulders as she lifted her face to his. “I have been longing to do this all evening,” she confided before pressing her lips against Julian’s.
He remained tense and unresponsive at first, but then it was as if a dam had burst inside him as his arms moved about her waist and held her tightly against him while his lips tasted and plundered hers.
Georgiana’s lips parted, inviting deeper intimacy, an invitation Julian accepted.
They were both breathing hard by the time Julian ended the kiss to press his forehead against hers. “Do you trust me?”
“Implicitly,” she answered without hesitation.
“Will you allow me… There is a way we can make love together, to pleasure each other, without…without…”
“Penetration?” Georgiana supplied.
He gasped. “Dear God…!”
She smiled at his obvious shock. “I am not some silly nincompoop who has the vapors when anything in the least intimate or sexual is mentioned,” she assured.
“I never thought you were,” he assured.
“I am not experienced in such things myself,” she admitted.
“But I do have two friends who are married. And one of them is not in the least discreet when it comes to marital relations.” Chloe Lord, now the Duchess of Hellsmere, had regaled her several times with how glorious physical relations were with her husband.
Lily, Duchess of St. Albans, had assured her of the same, but with less detail.
“But I should very much like to experience some of those intimacies with you,” she added huskily.
“Are you absolutely sure?”
“Absolutely,” she echoed firmly.
“This cannot be allowed to happen again,” he warned.
“Then we must enjoy it to the fullest this evening.”
Julian gave a triumphant groan as he swept her up into his arms before rising easily to his feet. He carried her across the room to place her gently prone on the chaise, situated close to the warmth of the lit fire, before moving to lie on top of her and continuing their interrupted kissing.
Georgiana moved to better facilitate the movement as Julian unfastened the buttons on the back of her gown. He pulled that material and her chemise down far enough at the front that her breasts were completely bared to his avid gaze, the engorged nipples a deep rose color.
“So beautiful,” Julian admired before lowering his head to suck one of those nubbins into the heat of his mouth.
Georgiana’s hands rose so that her fingers could become entangled in his hair as the moist rasp of his tongue caused hot shards of pleasure to course through the whole of her body.
His lips released that nipple before moving to capture its twin, Georgiana now able to see her wet and swollen nipple. Julian’s hair looked very dark against the paleness of her skin, adding to the eroticism.
Her back arched the moment she felt the tips of Julian’s fingers breach the entrance to her drawers.
“You are so deliciously wet,” Julian released her nipple to groan against her throat as those fingers stroked along that length before the soft pad of his thumb settled on the pulsing nubbin above. Stroking her as the tip of one finger penetrated her entrance but did not press any deeper.
It was enough to send Georgiana over the edge, strong waves of pleasure holding her in their grip for long, ecstatic minutes.
“Can I see and touch you too?” she pleaded when that release had subsided to mere ripples of pleasure.
Julian’s eyes were as dark as the darkest emeralds when he looked at her. “Are you sure?”
“Very.”
He gave a jerky nod before reaching down to unfasten his pantaloons and drawers. He pushed them down far enough to release his cock.
Georgiana’s breath caught in her throat, her gaze heated, as she stared down at that long and thick flesh.
Veins throbbed along its length, the bulbous head the color of ripe plums and wet with the release bubbling from the slit at the top.
The thought of that length and thickness ever fitting inside her was—
“It will fit,” Julian assured her indulgently. “Not tonight,” he sobered. “But hopefully one day, when my life is less…complicated.”
She nodded. “In the meantime… My friends have told me how much a gentleman enjoys having his cock licked and sucked.”
“Fuck…!” Julian’s fingers curled tightly about the base of his burgeoning flesh. “I almost came then just from thinking of having your mouth on my cock.”
She moved up to sit on the side of the chaise before pushing him gently down onto his back.
She knelt between his parted thighs, then curled her fingers about the velvety soft skin stretched over the throbbing steel beneath, moistening her lips before lowering her head and taking that bulbous top into her mouth.
Julian’s hips arched up, thrusting his cock deeper still.
It took a few seconds, but Georgiana eventually found the rhythm of licking and sucking that mushroomed head at the same time as she stroked the length of his cock. The steady pulse of his juices into her mouth tasted delicious.
“I cannot hold back any longer!” Julian warned minutes later.
He grasped her shoulders as if to lift her away from him and that impending release.
Georgiana’s hand tightened determinedly about his thickness as she licked and sucked harder on the head of his cock.
Seconds later, Julian cried out as his release began to pump hotly into her mouth.
Georgiana swallowed it down, pleased to have his release inside her, even if it wasn’t in her moist and throbbing channel.