Chapter 32 #2
Frowning, Hugh stiffened. “Let’s go get a drink and let the ladies talk,” he said.
If their scowls were any indication, neither Eric nor Theodore looked thrilled about Hugh’s proposition. Still, they followed him.
“I suspect they are discussing manly things,” Charlotte said. “But that gives us a chance to get to know each other better.” She motioned for Juliet to lean close.
Goodness. More confidences?
“Victoria is our secret sister-in-law,” Charlotte whispered.
Victoria clasped Juliet’s hand. “I am delighted to have another friend.”
Juliet pretended not to know about Theodore’s true parentage, even though Emily had already filled her in on the secret.
Juliet must have a bit of thespian in her, because Victoria added, “My husband is also Chesterhill’s by-blow.
’Tis rather shocking. But now that you must keep our secret, I suspect that we will all become the best of friends. ”
“I quite agree,” Juliet said.
“You shall come to lunch next week. Both of you,” Victoria said. “My mother-in-law loves company.”
“I shall be there,” Charlotte said.
“I would be delighted to visit,” Juliet said with an embarrassing overenthusiasm. However, the ladies echoed her reaction with elated declarations and hugs.
Family, friends, and most importantly, Eric—and she mustn’t forget his horse. Life was grand!
Eric wore a winsome smile as he escorted Juliet around their new home.
Although not as elegant as her parents’ properties, Eric had chosen a charming house on a lovely street.
Everything was sublime, from the pretty brick facade on the front of the house to the cheery drawing room.
From the inviting dining room to their staff’s small, albeit comfortable, sleeping chambers.
Eric had even ensured there was a nursery. “For whenever you are ready,” he said.
“I’m ready whenever you are,” she responded.
He kissed her shoulder. “Perhaps we should simply enjoy ourselves and let nature take its course.”
So, enjoy herself she would. Immensely. Thoroughly. Fervently…
“This is the best part,” he said as he threw a door wide and ushered her into the room. “Our shared chamber.”
Wonderstruck, Juliet strolled to the center of the room, taking in the floor-to-ceiling windows, a canopied bed, and the lush, purple draperies against pale lavender and cream walls.
“This is lovely,” she said. “Thank you, Eric. Everything is perfect.” She swiped at her joyful tears.
With a mischievous wink, Eric inclined his chin toward a dressing screen.
“Is that what I think it is?” she asked.
His eyes twinkling devilishly, he shrugged.
Juliet approached the screen, then peered around it. Eric followed her. Standing side by side, they stared at his large copper tub.
“I know you enjoy your warm baths,” he said. “And my muscles require cold soaks after I fight.”
“How did you move it across London?” she asked.
“Alexander, Hugh, Theo, Flynn, Billy, Stilts, and Curly.”
Juliet laughed so hard she snorted. Pressing her hand to her nose, she tempered her unladylike honking. “You convinced a couple of aristocrats to lug a bathtub across town with the help of scalawags and a lad who hasn’t yet shaved?”
Eric smiled so wide that his cheeks puffed up and his eyes looked like slits framed by long, dark lashes.
“I dare say, we are quite loved.” She wrapped her arms around his neck.
Overwhelmed with affection, she peered up at him.
“My sisters would probably carry a tub across London for me, too.” She suspected that despite their pedigrees, her sisters-in-law, Charlotte and Victoria, would also be happy to assist.
“Beautiful women dragging a tub across the city.” He chuckled. “Now, that’s something I’d like to see.”
“Is there anything else you would like to see?” Doing her best to tempt him, she thrust out her less-than-impressive bosom out.
“Mmm.” He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. “Since you asked so sweetly…”
He slanted his mouth over hers, kissing her until she was dizzy. Breathless, she pulled back to pant, “Our first kiss as husband and wife.”
“Ah, huh.” His index finger traced the sensitive skin above her neckline. “This has been driving me mad all morning.”
Juliet peered down at her décolletage. Perhaps her tight stays and the low neckline made her appear more buxom. Unless he was referencing the decorative neckline she’d received so many compliments on.
“The flowers Betty embroidered?” she asked.
“No. This.” His finger dipped beneath the fabric. “I’ve been obsessed with tasting this unblemished skin.”
Unblemished skin that now tingled after hearing his gravelly admission.
“Taste away.” She threaded her fingers through his hair and tugged him to her.
First, he explored her neck and the top of her bosom with delicate licks and velvet-soft kisses.
Then, bestowing worshipping kisses on her shoulders, he spun her so that he could unfasten her dress.
The brush of his fingers over her flesh as he slid her dress over her shoulders and down her arms, scorched her skin with a fiery intensity.
With the skill of an experienced rake, he removed her chemise and stays and then turned her to face him.
While his deft hands caressed and kneaded her back, she unbuttoned his shirt.
Her mouth watering, she traced the delineations of his sculpted arms and scraped her fingers through the hair dusting his pectorals and flat abdominals.
“The body of a God,” she whispered as her fingers followed the trail of hair that disappeared into the top of his trousers.
Hissing, he gathered her in his arms, then easily lifted her off her feet.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as he carried her across the room and settled her on the mattress. He slid his trousers and small clothes down his muscled legs, then stood before her, his beautiful cock, thick, hard, and ready for her.
She reached for him, expecting him to lie on top of her. Instead, he leaned forward and lowered his head between her thighs, his warm breath tickling her intimate area. Her thighs quivered, and her cunny dampened.
Kneeling on the mattress, he pressed her legs wide, then dipped his tongue inside her.
Goodness gracious, she loved this part. Moaning, she clamped her thighs around his ears and threw a forearm over her eyes, blocking out everything but the feel of him licking her seam.
“You are so good at that,” she said.
His throaty chuckle vibrated her walls. She undulated at the decadent thrumming. If only she were funny, then she could say something humorous and make him laugh again. Monkeys in ballerina tutus. Cattle wearing cravats. Waltzing teacups and biscuits…
His large palms cradled her buttocks, his skilled thumbs needing her flesh. Lifting her hips, he nibbled, suckled, and nipped as he pressed his face to her intimate area. Sandwiched between his warm hands and his attentive mouth, her core hummed with pleasure.
Never mind, she didn’t want to think or laugh because the tickle in her belly spiraled outward until even her fingers and toes tingled. Walls quivering, she pulled on his shoulders.
He lifted his head and looked up at her through eyes glazed over with lust. Her juices mixed with his saliva, coating his lips and the tip of his nose.
“I need you. All of you inside me.” She tugged on his torso until he was braced on his elbows, hovering over her. She wrapped her palm around his cock, caressing his length, so that he fully understood her request.
“I need you too,” he said.
Together, they guided the tip of his cock to her opening. He took his time, gently entering her.
Although she appreciated her stoic and courteous husband, she didn’t want gentleness.
She wanted him deeply embedded inside her.
Right this very second. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and dug her heels into his buttocks.
Then, with her arms around his back, and using all of her strength, she attempted to slam their bodies together.
Her passage was so slick that Eric easily impaled her. Pleasure shot through her as she cried out in ecstasy.
Eric’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Fuck, Juliet.”
“Yes,” she said. “Fuck me, Eric.”
He hissed. “You’re so wet for me, darling.” He slid out partway, then slammed his hips upward.
They both cried out.
“Harder,” she begged unashamedly. Now that she was married, she felt free to explore all her wanton needs, and my, oh my, were they libidinous.
His pupils unfocused, and his jaw tense, he obliged, pummeling her with savage thrusts. Over and over again, his hips slammed into hers until the headboard pounded on the chamber wall and her inner walls quaked.
His hard as steel cock swelled even more, filling her completely.
“It feels so good,” she said.
She moaned, then wriggled beneath him, trying to force his seeking body parts where she needed them. Seeming to understand her needs better than she did, he rocked his hips, then drove his pelvis upward. The friction rubbed against her pearl.
“Eric!” She gasped as the whirling ball of heat inside her exploded outward.
“Juliet, I love you!” He grunted as hot liquid shot into her.
She lay still, whilst her walls surrounded and lapped up his seed, pulling it toward her belly. Eric dropped onto the bed beside her and pulled her body tight against his.
He nuzzled her ear. “Good night, wife.”
She snuggled into the cradle he’d created for her. “Good night, husband.” She rested a hand on her belly. A tiny flutter of hope warmed her from the inside out—not certainty, but something close.
Good night, little one, she thought. If you’re there…your papa and I already love you.
Eric’s hand drifted to her belly, and he exhaled a contented sigh. “I hope our baby is as sweet as you.”
Apparently, men had instincts too. Not to mention that she shared a bond that went deeper than words with this father-to-be.
“And as brave as you,” she said, as she closed her eyes.