Chapter Seven #3

She followed suit and took him into her mouth.

His body had a mind of its own, and his hips moved with each dip of her head, while she undulated against his face and fingers.

She was the most exquisite thing he had ever tasted, and the moans she released with her lips wrapped around his cock was a sound he would store in his memories for the rest of his life.

He continued to move his fingers inside of her, and brought his tongue back to the tight hole of her arse on perfect display before him like a target calling for him to mark it. He ran his tongue over the opening, increasing the speed of his fingers entering her cunt.

“Jude.” She pushed herself back into him, and he pushed his tongue just inside, stretching her the tiniest bit.

She took his cock all the way into her mouth, and sucked hard with each movement of his tongue in her arse.

“Does that feel good?” he asked.

“God yes,” she responded, lifting her head and stroking his cock with her hand.

He needed no further invitation and plunged his tongue back inside of her arse and pushed his fingers deeper inside of her wet heat. The heady desire between them was palpably as she sucked his cock and rocked herself in time with his speed of his fingers and tongue.

She did her best to keep sucking him when she climaxed. Her body stiffened and shook as he drank everything she offered him. “Juliana, I’m going to…”

The siren kept going and sucked harder, using her hand to stroke the base of his cock until he couldn’t hold back, thrusting himself into her mouth a few times before he released his warm seed into her mouth, lapping up the remaining wetness between her folds until the last wave of pleasure left his body.

She shifted so she was on her knees beside him, and the sight before him muddled every thought he had in his head. Her long hair fell to one side of her body, her eyelids heavy, and her lips swollen. The urge to pull her on top of him and kiss her began to consume his every thought.

Flinging his legs over the bed, Jude quickly removed himself from her proximity and began dressing himself.

He needed to leave. Remaining in her presence would only continue to tempt and tease what little control remained to keep from kissing the goddess of a woman naked before him.

“That was even better this time,” she sighed. “You were right.”

He shook off his thoughts of kissing and what it meant that he desired to do so, and sought the charismatic marquess visage. It was the mask he wore when he wished to hide any emotion that attempted to come to the surface.

“I usually am, my lady,” he teased.

She laughed and slipped her night rail back over her body. It irritated him more than he cared to admit, as would prefer she never covered herself.

“I didn’t know that what you did…back there…could feel so good.”

His cock had a mind of its own and was fully erect again. “Perhaps I shall show you more of the pleasure than can be had there. But not yet.”

“Please tell me we may have a repeat tomorrow night,” she commanded. “I don’t believe I’ve had my fill of tasting you.”

Fighting every urge in his body not to toss her back on the bed and feast from her again. Her breasts, her wet heat, her arse, her…lips. He swallowed hard and continued with the buttons on his coat.

“I will be here.” He knew he was losing control. He should end things. Jude should decline and walk away, but he would not disappoint her. Nor would he deprive himself of the pleasure he had come to crave with her. And if she wanted to experience such things, he had to be the one to do it for her.

He noted how she contemplated him, which caused him a bit of unease under her inspection, wondering what she might be thinking.

“Jude,” she finally said, “may I ask you a question?”

“You needn’t ask for permission. You may ask me anything you wish,” he said, sitting in the chair to work on his boots.

“How many women have you made love to?” she asked.

He choked, covering his mouth to cough. He certainly hadn’t expected that question. Looking up at her, he pondered how to answer her question.

“Well,” he started, “I guess the answer is none.”

“What can you possibly mean?” she asked, obviously annoyed by his answer. “You can tell me. I won’t judge you, as it is the way of men. I am merely curious.”

“The answer is none, Juliana.” He responded a bit more sternly than he intended.

“How could there be none?” she asked.

It was his chance to help her understand.

To remind them both that he wasn’t a man made for harboring affection for any woman.

The more she knew and accepted that fact, the better for them both.

“I have fucked many women, not as many as the scandal sheets would have you believe, I might add, but I have made love to none.”

Her eyes narrowed, and she sat in the chair across from him. “What is the difference?” Her tone lacked even a hint of judgment, only curiosity.

“Fucking is for pleasure, hopefully for both parties,” he explained. “Making love is something else entirely. It is the exchange of emotions, kissing, and tenderness. It is more than just the meeting of physical needs.”

“Is that why you do not kiss me?” she asked. “Because we have agreed there will be no affection between us?”

She almost sounded jealous from the manner of her questions.

It should have alarmed him, and sent him running from the room.

He didn’t want her becoming attached to him.

Did he? But something about her being driven to jealousy over him, made him feel something.

He wasn’t certain what it was, but he might have liked it a bit too much.

“I don’t kiss anyone, my dear. At least not on the lips, anyway.” He winked at her.

She smiled at him, and as the light cast from the fireplace kissed her skin, she was somehow even more beautiful and captivating, causing the breath to catch in his chest.

“Well, you are quite good at that manner of kissing,” she said, followed by another of her sweet giggles that tested his resolve.

“I am glad you are pleased, my lady.” More so than he cared to consider, even if he had always been a considerate lover.

He finished donning his boots and crossed the room to the door.

He turned back to look at her one last time where she rose from her chair and stared back at him.

His heart told him to rush towards her and pull her to him for a searing kiss, but his mind told him to remove himself from her presence as quickly as possible.

“I’ll see you tomorrow night,” he said before he bolted from the room, resolving himself to put an end to the notion that kissing could ever occur between them. He absolutely cannot kiss her.

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