Chapter Six #3
She could hear the smirk in his tone, and his words threatened to undo her as she wanted him to continue more than she wanted air to fill her lungs.
When Jude resumed his attention between her thighs, it was the most intense, exhilarating feeling she had ever had.
She used one hand to cover her mouth, and the other gripped the blanket beneath her on the bed.
When he stuck his tongue inside of her, she almost flew off the bed to push herself harder against him.
He returned his tongue to her nub, circling it with gentle licks while he slid his fingers inside of her.
She arched her back and undulated beneath him, moving against his fingers as he moved them in and out of her body.
Jude must have lifted his head, because his tongue wasn’t touching her anymore and he slowed his fingers. “I’m not certain I wish for you to come yet. I’m enjoying this too much.”
“Jude,” she whimpered. As much as she enjoyed his words, she writhed and ached for him to use his tongue again. “Please.”
“Please what?” His fingers thrust into her again. “Tell me what it is you think I should do.”
She moaned when he withdrew his fingers and pushed them inside her again. “Use your tongue. Lick there again. Make me come.” The words came out broken and in pants.
Juliana thought she heard the man chuckle, but she forgot her annoyance when he sucked the sensitive area above her folds.
He licked and lathed, and increased the speed and intensity with his fingers.
She imagined what his cock would be like in place of his fingers, and after only a couple more flicks of his tongue, she convulsed and shattered, bucking off of the bed.
The release was even more intense and drawn out than the one in her drawing room, lasting over several seconds as she wantonly pressed herself harder against Jude’s mouth.
And she knew she’d want to do the same again and again.
Her body went limp, satiated by the waves of pleasure.
Jude’s tongue had shifted inside of her and she glanced down at him, seeing his shoulder moving and his breath more labored.
He appeared to be stroking himself, and something about watching him do so intrigued her, but not as much as bringing him to completion from her own hand.
“Jude,” she called to him, sitting up so she could confirm what she suspected. “Let me.”
“You don’t have to. I am quite content licking you clean.”
“I want to. I want to know what you feel like when you come.”
Her words affected him if the low growl he released was any indication.
Jude rose and put his thick cock within her grasp.
She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began stroking him.
As good as it felt for him to pleasure her, she relished the way he moved his hips to meet her hand and that his head fell back when his breath became more labored.
“Fuck, that’s so good,” he ground out, moving himself faster in her fist.
Tilting his chin forward, he caught and held her gaze. Something intense passed between them and she wouldn’t be able to find the words to describe it. He grabbed the handkerchief he had nearby and held it to the end of his cock when he groaned and slowed his thrusts.
Jude grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away. He appeared a bit disoriented and then grinned at her.
“I didn’t wish to leave any evidence for your maid to find,” he said, indicating the handkerchief in his hand.
“How thoughtful,” she said, teasing him.
“At your service, my lady.” Jude gave her an elaborate bow.
She bit her bottom lip. “That you were.”
Smiling at her, his deep dimples appeared on his far too handsome face. “Did that meet your expectations?”
“You know it did. Will you come tomorrow night?” she asked without hesitation.
“If you wish it, I will be happy to oblige.”
Juliana enjoyed the comfort she felt with him, both naked and conversing as if it was a normal occurrence.
“I do. You can sneak up here to my chamber after the ball tomorrow night. I will ensure the terrace is unlocked.”
He slipped his breeches on. “I’ll be here.”
She slid her feet to the floor and found her night rail, slipping it back over herself, while Jude worked to fasten the buttons of his shirt.
Juliana watched him dress in his coats and tuck his cravat in his pocket, before setting to work on his boots. She wished she could have continued to stare at his perfect naked form for a while longer. At least she would have the chance again tomorrow.
“Our friends would be quite scandalized, wouldn’t they?” she asked.
He laughed. “Indeed. I already worry I am taking advantage of you, and I have no doubt they would believe so.”
“I assure you,” she said, “you are not taking advantage of me, Jude. If anything, you are keeping me safe from entering the wrong arrangement.” She touched his arm and tried to ignore the electric feeling that she had felt.
She should have pulled her hand back, but a part of her needed to touch him.
He smiled at her, and she melted. There wasn’t a man alive she trusted more than the man before her, and she knew there wasn’t any other man she wanted to touch her in the ways he had tonight.
She shook off the feeling. Of course, she was attracted to him.
Attraction and passion weren’t the same as love, she reminded herself.
They had always been friendly towards each other, so of course she liked him.
He donned his boots and started towards the door. “I must be off. I shall see you tomorrow.”
“Good night, Jude.”
“Good night, Juliana.”
Jude flashed her a quick grin and then closed the door behind him before she crawled into her bed. As hard as she tried not to, she laid there recalling every detail of Jude’s eyes, smile, muscular chest, and…other things. She fell asleep with a satisfied smile on her face.