Chapter Eleven #2
This seemed to encourage him and he pushed at her gown so she wore nothing but her satin slip.
“Can you feel how much I want you?” he murmured as he pressed against her.
The heavy wedge of flesh at his groin told her everything she needed to know. She nodded. “As I want you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“I once said you’d have to beg for me to take your maidenhood, Meredith.”
She swallowed. “I’m begging.”
“Then your wish is my command.”
He led her to the bed, still kissing her and tearing at his shirt. When it came off, he tossed it to the floor, forgotten.
When her palms made contact with his hot, hair-sprinkled chest, Meredith felt as though she were touching a piece of art. He was perfect, his muscles taut and his flesh warm and inviting.
Her cunny trembled and she heated between her legs.
“Paris is a city for lovers,” he whispered as he lay her on the bed, coming over her to stare into her eyes. “And that’s what we will become.”
Meredith ran her hands over his shoulders and down his back, learning the shape of him as he ducked to kiss her neck again.
He went lower still, taking her right nipple into his mouth and sucking gently.
She gasped and arched her back. That felt so good. Better than she could have ever imagined.
He cupped the underside of her breast and caressed her, each touch a bolt of lightning that surged through her.
Closing her eyes, she surrendered to his touch, and when he moved to her other breast, she ran her fingers into his thick hair, reveling in being able to touch him that way.
Outside, someone shouted and a carriage rattled over the cobbles. But Meredith took no notice. Jules was gently tugging at her slip, pulling it lower and lower still until finally she was naked beneath him.
Gooseflesh tapped over her skin, but she wasn’t cold. It was as though her senses were heightened by Jules’s touch. His breath on her skin was a wash of bliss, and his fingertips left trails of pleasure.
“You are exquisite,” he said, his gaze lingering on each part of her body until finally looking into her eyes. “You are unique.”
“As are you.” She touched his cheek. His pupils were wide and his cheeks shadowed.
He smiled and kissed the very tip of her nose, a tender gesture that had her belly tightening and her heart squeezing. And then he trailed his finger over and around her navel, then lower still, until he reached the patch of soft hair at the juncture of her thighs.
“You remember last time?” he asked quietly.
“How could I forget?”
“That was just the start.”
As his mouth found hers, he delved between her legs.
She was damp, aroused, and a moan tore from her throat when he touched her where she needed it most.
He groaned too, as though he’d needed it as much as her, and she clung to him and parted her legs so he could explore deeper.
He took the invitation and his fingertips crept into every crease and fold, spreading her arousal and making her pant for more.
When he entered her, one thick finger, she gasped and stared into his eyes.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
“Good. Yes. Good.” She nodded. “I want more. I want that feeling you—”
“I know what you want and what you need.” He pushed higher and the heel of his hand caught on her most sensitive bud.
“Oh!” She clamped around him and bucked to increase the pressure.
“Damn, you’re so wonderfully responsive,” he muttered as he started up a steady in-out rhythm that touched all of her special places.
Meredith was lost to it, utterly bewitched by his touch. Her heart pounded and her toes curled. Soon, she’d reach the pinnacle, she was sure of it. Her nipples ached, they were so tight, and her breaths were fast, little gasps.
“Give into it,” he said against her lips. “Let it take you.”
She closed her eyes, and like last time, he drew her release from her with speed and skill. Bucking for more and gasping his name, bliss poured through her body. He wasn’t gentle; he wasn’t rough. He gave it to her just right.
More arousal gushed from her and she called out his name. Her thighs trembled and her fingernails dug into his skin.
“Heaven help me, you’re amazing.” He caught her mouth in a deep kiss, their tongues tangling and her breaths a frantic storm.
She sagged onto the bed and he withdrew his finger from her.
“Jules.” She touched his face. “I…”
He smiled. “You and I were meant for this…together.”
She believed him. How could something that felt so good ever be wrong?
“And you.” She slipped her fingers from his sternum to the waist of his pants. “You need to release.”
“We have all night for that.”
“But you should, now that I have.”
“Men are not as capable of releasing over and over. A fact for which I am quite jealous of women.”
“Really?” She raised her eyebrows.
“Really.” He shoved at his pants, the mattress shifting as he kicked them roughly away.
Through the shadows, she saw his erect penis and was instantly drawn to touch it.
Like before, his flesh was satin over steel when she wrapped her hand around his length.
He moaned and let his head flop onto the pillow, eyes closing.
“Like this?” she murmured against his cheek as she rolled onto her side. She was damp between her thighs but ignored it.
“Yes, like that, more like that.”
She did as he’d instructed, slowly working him from the wide base to his flared glans.
“That feels so good.” He curled his fingers into the sheets. “Too good.”
“How can something feel too good?” She furrowed her brow.
“Because if it’s too good, I will release and our fun will be…not over…but not as much fun.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You will.” He moaned softly and wrapped his hand over hers. “Much as I want you to continue, we have more to work on.”
Before she could ask what, he was over her again, kissing her, his body between her spread legs and his cock pressed between them.
“Jules.” She ran her hands from his wide shoulders to his buttocks and cupped the hard muscles she found there. “What are you doing?”
“I promised to kiss you all over, and I intend to.”
The grin he gave her was truly sinful and the dull light catching in his eyes created a wicked sparkle the likes of which she had never seen before.
Her heart pounded and she trembled beneath him.
“Are you ready?”
“I… I think so.” She tried to still the quiver taking over her body.
“And I think you will like this, my love. If you give into it.”
Again that word, love, did funny things to her. It was as though it were the key that gave him full access to her body and heart.
He ducked and kissed her neck, then her sternum before spending time on each of her breasts. She had just found release, but the need for more was already building again.
He murmured something she didn’t catch, words of admiration, and then slid down to dip his tongue into her navel.
“Oh.” The sensation was strange yet erotic and she pressed her head into the pillow and slid her hands into his hair.
He was between her legs now, her thighs spread wide for him. The position was lewd yet so exciting and it felt strangely right to have him there when her body was on high alert for pleasure.
She caught her breath. His kisses, and the trail of his tongue, were heading lower. Lower still, over her pubic hair and then to her small bud.
“Jules.” She gasped, screwing her eyes tight. The meaning behind his words were obvious. He really was going to kiss her all over. “Oh…really…there? Jules.”
“Yes. Really,” he murmured as he tickled up her thigh with his fingers. “There.”
And then he was probing her entrance, sinking deep the way he had before. But this time, instead of the heel of his hand catching on her bud, he used his tongue to stroke and lave and give her what she needed.