Chapter Six #2
“Indeed,” he said. “That was fun. And now I know where to find you.” He looked around her chamber and glanced towards the bed before looking back at her. “What did you have in mind for this evening?”
“I want you to show me more,” she said. “I need more.”
He contemplated her, narrowing his eyes. “What do you mean by more? I don’t think I should take your virginity just yet. I wish to leave you with the option to choose love if that is what you desire, and I can’t give you that.”
Lust and desire for the man in front of her was all she could comprehend at the moment. “I want to see you and touch you. I have never seen a naked man before.”
He flashed her a wide grin, like a child who had been given a new toy. “Well, that, my dear, I would be happy to oblige.”
Jude sat on the edge of the bed and removed his boots and socks. Her eyes darted to his bare feet, and he came back to a standing position.
He clasped his hands behind his back, raising his chin with all of his aristocratic confidence on full display. “Now that those are out of the way, I am happy to remove anything else you wish. All you have to do is tell me what you wish for me to discard.”
She responded immediately. “Discard everything that covers your torso.”
The combination of the dim lighting and the crackling fire made him appear even more handsome, with his perfectly cut jaw and piercing eyes.
He tugged at his cravat and tossed it to the floor.
He unbuttoned his coat, his eyes not leaving hers with each button, before he shrugged it off his shoulders and laid it across the back of a nearby chair.
Then he unbuttoned his waistcoat and placed it on top of his coat.
All he had left covering the top part of his body was the pressed white shirt that had laid beneath his finery.
He continued to hold her gaze as he slowly unbuttoned each of the little buttons on his shirt.
Each movement heated her core and drove her to distraction, waiting with agony until he would remove the shirt from his body.
A sly chuckle escaped his lips. “Are you certain you still wish for me to remove this?”
Losing patience, she stepped closer and slipped her hands underneath the fabric, running her hands across his hard chest with a smattering of dark hair to push the shirt down over his arms and shoulders so that it fell to the floor.
“Eager, are we?” he asked, his tone one of mirth.
“May I keep touching you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
He grinned down at her. “Please.”
She ran her hands over every inch of his chest and shoulders. His hands settled on her hips, giving her leave to touch and explore as she pleased. She had the strongest urge to kiss and lick each of the muscles which moved and flexed under her fingers, but she would save that treat.
“How did you get these?” she asked, indicating his muscles. “You are more impressive than a statue.”
“When I’m in the country, I spend much of my time outdoors working with my tenants on repairs or other tasks,” he replied. “I don’t like to sit idle for long. I enjoy getting my hands dirty and the exhaustion of a hard day’s work.”
“I see,” she said. “They are delightful.”
He drew in a breath when her hands shifted to his stomach, which was just as hard and muscular, with defined. She ran her hands along muscles that appeared to form a V, leading into his breeches. She ran her fingers along the band around his waist, then slipped one finger beneath the fabric.
“Will you remove these?” she asked, moving her finger against him beneath the band.
“Now, isn’t it only fair that you should remove something first? Can we get rid of this robe you wear? It’s lovely, but it’s also very much in the way.”
She stepped back and untied the sash, letting her robe fall open. She smiled when his breath caught, as she let the robe fall off of her shoulders and pool around her feet.
“Did you pick this out for me?” Jude asked, running his hand along her hip over the silky fabric of the night rail.
She nodded. “I never had a use for it before, and tonight seemed like a good reason to wear something like this.” Juliana found she very much wanted him to enjoy what he saw.
He licked his lips, and she had never felt so powerful and womanly as she did under his gaze. “Please tell me you have more of these.”
She smirked. “I do.”
“It shall be like unwrapping a present every time I visit,” he said, his tone almost predatory.
She noticed his gaze had settled on her breasts, which were almost completely visible through the fabric. He stepped closer and with both hands cupped her breasts through her night rail, running his thumbs along the tight buds of her nipples.
“It’s your turn,” she whispered, between her deep breaths from his touch. “I believe the clothing on the lower half of your body must go.”
He pulled her body against his, clasping her bottom to pull her to meet the hard bulge, rubbing himself against her. “You wish to see this, my lady?”
“See and touch, my lord.” She marveled at her newfound boldness, but with Jude she found she had the confidence to fearlessly assert her desires.
Jude released her so she stood before him, and he took a step back. He worked at the buttons on his breeches. She caught his eye and the wolfish grin spread across his face before she fixed her gaze at the ridge beneath the fabric, awaiting what hid behind his breeches.
His manhood was on full display, protruding proudly after he pushed his bottoms down and let them fall to the floor, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side.
She stepped forward and hesitated for only a moment before she took it in her hand. He sucked a breath of air when she did so, and she saw him close his eyes.
“Am I hurting you?” she asked.
He swallowed hard. “No. That feels quite good.”
She continued moving her fingers along the smooth, velvety shaft protruding from a gathering of curls. She closed her fingers around it, intrigued at how hard it was, like steel. Running her hand deeper to the base of his member, he swallowed again.
“Is this how you achieve the same release you gave to me?” she asked, thoroughly enjoying her exploration of him.
He wrapped his hand around hers. “It’s one way, yes.” He moved her hand to stroke him, slowly.
“What is it called?” She kept stroking him, noting that his eyelids were heavier and his hips moved against her strokes.
“There are many names. Cock is a common one,” he said, a bit labored.
“Cock,” she whispered, trying it out on her tongue.
Her use of the word seemed to stir something in him as he released a quiet groan, then removed her hand from the area. “I believe you owe me the removal of that night rail.”
She bit her bottom lip. “I believe you are right.” Juliana tugged at the ribbon on one shoulder and repeated the action to the strap on the other.
She caught the fabric at her breasts, keeping it from falling from her body.
She smirked, watching the man before her, his eyes trained on her form.
His expression was unlike anything she had ever seen in a man before.
She loved it, craved more of it even. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, if not more so, and the realization fueled a boldness and seductiveness that she hadn’t been aware that she possessed.
She let the fabric fall below her breasts, exposing them to him. She delayed the inevitable for a few more moments before she released the fabric and let it fall dramatically around her on the floor.
Suddenly, her modesty returned under his gaze, and she instinctively covered her most private place between her legs with her hands.
Jude stepped forward and clasped his hands around her wrists, holding them out to each side. “May I look at you?”
She nodded and watched his eyes move across her body.
“I believe you are the most beautiful woman that I have ever laid eyes on,” he said, with nothing but tenderness in his tone. “May I touch you?”
She nodded again. There wasn’t a single thing she wanted more in the world.
His fingers found the sensitive nub that drove her wild. She gripped his shoulder and cried out. He slipped his fingers further until they entered her core.
“You are so wet. I think you want me to make you come again.”
Juliana reclaimed her boldness. She wanted to be an active participant in everything he would offer her. “Very much.”
“I know what pleasure I should teach you tonight,” he said, before licking his lips. “May I taste you?”
“What do you mean?” she asked, already knowing she would agree to whatever his intentions were.
He removed his hand from her core and cupped her breast. “Let’s start here.
” He lowered his mouth to the tight bud and licked.
She gasped and ran her fingers through his silky hair.
He took the bud into his mouth and sucked.
Her legs started to give out, and he wrapped an arm around her to hold her in place against his own body, before he repeated the attention to her other breast.
He raised his head and caught her gaze. “Would you like me to show you more?”
“Yes,” she said, surprising herself.
“I think you should lie down for this.” He urged her backward to the bed, and she sat on the edge.
He stepped away and grabbed something from the pocket of his breeches. She noted it looked like a handkerchief, but she didn’t question it when he returned and stood between her legs. “Lie back.”
She did as he said and watched him kneel on the floor. The thrill of what he was about to do pulsed through her. He spread her legs open wider, and she watched his head dip between her most private of places. She cried out when his tongue flicked the sensitive nub.
He paused, and she fought a pout.
“Juliana,” he whispered, “put your hand over your mouth if needed. You must be quiet, or I cannot continue. We’ll be found out for certain. And I very much want to keep licking you until I can drink your sweet juices.”