Page 56 of Unmasking a Wicked Marquess
When he reached up a little, parting from her enough so she could see his face, she saw the heated blush of excitement spreading across his cheeks and down his neck. Her hand curled around the cravat, pulling it loose.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded. She took the cravat from his neck and tossed it to the side. The dual action and what she had pleaded for could leave him in little doubt about what she was asking.
“Are you certain?” he whispered, already reaching for the skirt of her gown. He lifted it around her hips, teasing her with his fingers drawing back and forth across her hips. He reached around her, lifting her body enough so he could squeeze her rear, taunting her with the touch. His fingers came close to her wet centre, but he never quite touched her there.
“I’m certain,” she begged, reaching for the buttons on his waistcoat and pulling them apart fast. “Please, Edward. Do not stop.” She may have even torn one of the buttons in her haste, but he didn’t seem to care. He ripped the waistcoat from his shoulders, throwing it aside, as she went next for his shirt, desperate to have some access to him. They pulled that together over his head, too, revealing his bare chest.
Distracted, Juliet sat up, running her fingers down his chest. Evidently, from all the riding and his work, he had taken care of his body. The toned muscle drew her eyes further and further south until they settled on a carved ‘v’ shape above his trousers.
Her fingers followed her eyes, marvelling at everywhere she touched, the strength beneath that skin and where the dark hair curled in the centre of his chest. When her fingers found that v shape and she taunted him by drawing her fingers from there along his hip, he threw his head back, sighing with a kind of torment.
She seemed to snap something within him, for he moved fast, urging her back down as he reached for the maid’s gown she wore and unlaced it fast at the front. When it was undone, he pulled the gown over her head, revealing her body in the chemise alone. He reached down, and in her distraction, her eyes busy roaming over his body, it took her a moment to realize he was going for her boots next.
He pulled them off her, then took one leg at a time, drawing her stockings down her legs. He left a trail of hot, searing kisses across her thighs and down her calves, teasing her all the way and even nipping her ankle with such playfulness that she gripped the blanket beneath her, willing her body to be patient.
When he rose above her once more, his hips brushing hers, her hands reached out towards him. She curled her arms around his waist and then across his back, clinging to his shoulder blades and exploring him there. He held her gaze, that intense look holding her completely still as his hand reached down between the two of them.
He lifted his hips just a couple of inches, and then his fingers found that spot between her that now felt flooded. His first touch was not as gentle as it had been the last time, and she loved the urgency of it. His fingers explored her outside, making small, breathy moans fall from her lips as they gazed at one another, and then he entered her with his fingers.
“Edward,” she moaned his name aloud now, her body quivering and the sweat building beneath her chemise as he moved their bodies, rocking them together. He brushed his hips against hers each time he moved his hand so that she could imagine what it would be like if it were truly his body pleasuring hers and not just his fingers.
He bent towards her, and she hoped he would kiss her, but he merely teased her some more, brushing his lips against her own before he shifted their bodies a little and changed the angle. He thrust one of her legs higher, giving him greater access to her as he moved his lips down to her neck and kissed her, finding a sweet spot on her collarbone that drove her mad and made her writhe against the blanket.
Formal ballrooms with stiff upper lips and proper manners seemed far away now. Being here on the blanket with Edward, their bodies entwined together, breathy sounds escaping them, was not just the ultimate rebellion but the desired one. Never had she felt so free, and she could not imagine doing this with anyone but Edward.
He raised himself again and pulled his hand from her. When a whimper escaped her lips, he smiled a little, clearly knowing he had power over her. He knelt up between her legs, one hand resting on the flap of his trousers.
“Are you sure?” he asked, yet again, his eyes burrowing into hers, but this time, there was even more to the question in her mind. There was an intensity in his eyes, a need that, though present before, was now even more unrestrained. “The first time … it will hurt a little, but I vow to make sure you love it, Juliet. I vow that to you.”
She nodded, knowing he would.
She reached up her hand again and caressed a soft line down his chest, watching as he tipped his head back and indulged in that touch.
“Please.” She was practically begging him now to make love to her, to show her everything that could happen.
When her hand reached that v shape above his trousers, he captured her hand. She gasped, fearing she might have done wrong, but he directed her touch towards the opening of his trousers, urging her to take control.
She reached up and undid the flap, emboldened by the control he was giving her, and reached inside. His length was hard and larger than she had been expecting. He leaned over her as she started to explore him, moving her hand back and forth across him with her curiosity.
Her touch was light, still frightened she might do something wrong, but the moment she tried something a little harder and firmer, it made him shudder with pleasure. She grew in confidence and wrapped her hand around him, moving her palm up and down him.
“Ah, Juliet,” he moaned her name in such a deep tone it was almost unrecognizable to her. He bent even further over her as she touched him, making the angle harder for her to maintain, but she did so, nevertheless, just wanting to see him this lost in pleasure as he had made her.
She was still marvelling at his length and the effect she had on him when he paused her movements, laying his hand over hers.
“I do not want to finish just yet,” he murmured gently and leaned over her. He braced his palms against the blanket on either side of her head and teased her with his hips against her own. She could now feel his length between them, so close to her entrance that her legs shuddered as she raised them around his hips, desperate for that moment when he would finally enter her.
His lips brushed hers, and she lost herself in that kiss, thinking only of his lips when he suddenly moved his hips forward.
If she had wanted to make a sound of pain, it would have been impossible with the extent of their kiss. He held himself perfectly still with their bodies joined as her hands cupped the backs of his shoulders, and she clung tightly to him.
That pain, reaching a part of her body she had not known existed, started to abate almost as soon as it had arrived. Edward lifted himself and kissed around her cheeks and down her neck, trying to reach as much of her body as he seemingly could. Juliet was curious at the sensation, that tingling pleasure deep in her gut that she rocked her hips against his, wanting to know more.
It was a little like when he had pleasured her with his fingers, but not as intense as this sensation. A great moan fell from her lips, and he seemed urged on by it. He drove one hand into the ground beneath them as his other hand took her knee and held her legs wide. He rocked their bodies together, sometimes moving slowly, other times moving faster.
The whole time, they stared at one another, either looking each other in the eye or watching what their bodies were doing, intoxicated by the sight of them being so close together, touching one another. Soon, Juliet’s hands could not stay still. They wandered down his back and across his chest, then up to the strong muscles in his arms, too, where she gripped him tightly. To feel those muscles shuddering each time he thrust into her was a thrill in itself.
He kissed her, his lips moving down her neck to her lips and the open neckline of her chemise where he caressed the tops of her breasts. Seeing him adore her with each movement, feeling him pleasure her, she was soon climbing that hill of pleasure once again.
