Page 64 of Lord Trafford's Folly
Nicholas Culpeper
Their kiss deepened, with a slow hunger of seeking tongues and breathless awe, before she slowly pulled away.
“You said … the other night—” Audrey halted, embarrassed to bring it up, but she had thought of it often. She needed to know. “—I was too inexperienced for where we were heading …?”
Julius said nothing, staring at her before reaching out to drag a solitary fingertip over her lower lip. The riot of tingling sensation he set off would have been fascinating if she had not been enthralled by the glow of his eyes which peered deep into her own.
“You liked that?” His whisper skimmed over her flushed skin, his lips quirking into a naughty smile as he studied her intently.
She bit her lip, drunk with longing, and nodded while a blush crept up her neck. “I did.”
“What the lady asks for …” Julius toyed with the edge of her rail and trailed his fingertips over her collarbone with great concentration. Then he lowered one hand to rest it on the flare of her hip, using his restless fingers to gather her shift inch by inch so that her hem dragged up her thighs. Audrey grew agitated as he teased her with patient deliberation, before dropping his other hand. Taking hold of both sides, he drew the rail up, as his gaze found hers. He disappeared from sight as the garment was pulled up and over her head to be tossed aside.
She shivered, exposed to his gaze as he stepped back to look her over, flickering over her breasts before dipping to the shadowed cleft between her legs. Heat fired a path from her moistening folds and up through her belly as she pressed her thighs together to relieve the throbbing discomfort.
Julius licked his lips, stepping back again to shrug off his coat. To her amazement, he cast it aside without his usual scrupulous attention to his wardrobe’s protection. He unwound the cravat from its elegant knot, dropping it, too, without heed. Next, his jacquard waistcoat hit the floor, his blazing eyes never leaving her as she watched him disrobe. With practiced ease, his boots and stockings were discarded and his hands went to the falls of his straining breeches.
Audrey watched as he undid the buttons with his long, blunt fingers. Trembling anticipation hitched her breath when Julius tugged the buckskins and small clothes off to reveal his length standing at rigid attention. There was just enough light in the room for her to observe what she had not the other night.
She gasped in pleased revelation as her gaze flew up to meet his. He quirked an eyebrow in curiosity. “Your … the … itisa different color from the …” She waved toward the crisp blond curls over his chest.
Julius chuckled, revealing a white slash of teeth in the dimness as he shook his head at her. “Ever the inquisitive physician. Perhaps I am not tempting you sufficiently if you are paying mind to my physiological … eccentricities?”
He flexed his shoulders, and she watched the muscles ripple beneath his bronzed skin, ratcheting the relentless pulsation at her core to searing heights. Noting the agitated shift of her hips, he strode back into her arms. She moaned as their naked skin came into contact, her head falling back in invitation.
Julius grazed a hand up to her breast, which he cupped to flicker his thumb over the turgid tip. His free hand grazed up higher, tipping her chin to steal a kiss. As his mouth brushed against hers, she panted with impatience, pressing closer so that her breasts were flattened against his hard form as she sought a deeper kiss. She could feel his hardened shaft against her, and she yearned for the sensation of him filling her aching emptiness. With great relief, she felt his large hands scraping down, down, down over her waist, her hips, until cupping her buttocks in a firm, kneading grip as he relented to her kiss. Their tongues melded together as he walked her back until she felt the bump of the cool wall against her heated skin.
She caressed with rough franticness over his back to his own firm buttocks until he turned his mouth to growl against her cheek. “Careful of the bandage, my sweet.”
Audrey giggled, surprised at her ardor, hissing when his hands dipped lower, to just below the lower curve of her buttocks. He pulled her up, and Audrey raised her knees to straddle his hips as he pushed her up against the wall. His erection made contact with her swelling cleft to slide against herand brush over the throbbing pearl at the center of her pleasure. Her eyes flew up to meet his, at eye level because of how she was leveraged against the wall.
Julius pressed butterfly kisses across her cheek until he was whispering in her ear. “You have laid waste to my defenses, Audrey Gideon. Infiltrated my heart and soul, so there be not a solitary inch of me you have not pervaded with your bewitching presence.”
She inhaled in tormented delight, the combination of his lean, muscled body against her, the union of their loins, and the beautiful words he whispered overwhelming her senses as she leaned her head against the painted surface. Gyrating her hips to feel the slide of his shaft again, she almost swooned from the heady delight.
A scholar of anatomy, Audrey knew it was her clitoris scraping over his penis that solicited such shooting excitement, but her academic knowledge had not prepared her for the exhilaration of the activity. Her hips bucked as she attempted to replicate the skimming contact.
“Easy,” Julius purred, his face still pressed against her cheek. One of his hands slid from her buttock over the curve of her thigh to slide between her legs. A fingertip flickered over the pleading nub she attempted to assuage, circling in practiced undulation while she panted and cried in dismay at the escalation of feeling. Gyrating in rhythm with his motion, she scaled the dizzying heights until she buried her face into his neck to muffle her scream of white-hot release.
They both eased off their frantic pressures, Julius leaning down to take a hardened nipple into his warm mouth to lather the yearning tip.
Julius was ravenous,his manhood rigid and impatient as he lathered Audrey’s spiked nipple with his questing tongue. He wanted to drive his cock deep into her honeyed sheath, but his pride made him wait until he could wrestle his lust under control. Audrey was curious, responsive, and bold. A heady combination as he savored the scent of her womanly essence and the silky hair near to where his face was pressed. He harnessed control over his rampaging passion; the seconds ticked by until he knew he had hold of the reins.
Shifting the hand that had brought her to climax, he took hold of his member to guide it to her dripping entrance. Tensing, he plunged into her tight channel with a growl. Her naked thighs wrapped around his hips in a tight embrace, and her soft breasts pushed against him so that the turgid points of her flushed nipples dug into his chest as if to provoke him to new highs.
The sensation of her tight channel clenching his cock was overpowering. Even more so because he did not have one of those damn frock coats on to spoil the fun. Now that they were betrothed, they could dispense with such annoyances and enjoy the full experience.
Lowering his hand back to her rounded derrière, he hoisted her back up the wall to seek the right angle, then withdrew to lunge back into her sweet warmth. He wanted to howl, but they had to be mindful that the sound of their passion did not escape the recesses of her room.
Audrey was right—he could be his own man. Flippant, adventurous, and averse to traveling. He simply had a lovely new companion, and he was growing fond of that prospect.
He had not planned to make love to her tonight, willing to wait until the nuptials, but her shy invitation had been too much to resist. That as her husband he could bed her frequently was exciting beyond words. He would enjoy introducing her to many facets of carnal relations.
The thought of her beneath him, or on her knees, riding him from above, was almost too much. He was forced to pause the rush of sensation, letting his passion recede until he took up the rhythmic thrusting again. He wanted to bring her to her peak in order to feel her pulsing her release around his length.
Grabbing hold of her hands, he raised them above her head to press them to the wall, causing her back to arch so that her pelvis tilted just so. It would allow for the delicious rubbing of her tender nub against his loins as he buried his face in her neck to stroke his tongue over the elegant length, Audrey bucking her hips as a fresh wave of sensation hit her from the new position. Nipping gently at the taut flesh, he growled in satisfaction when she keened her raptures. Julius was relentless, his throbbing length driving into her again and again as his mouth explored her throat and her delicate shoulder hungrily.
Using one hand to clasp hers, he lowered the free one to cup a rounded buttock to drive into her with wild abandon as sweat beaded on his skin. He knew she was close from the frantic pull of her lungs; her face contorted and her eyes shut tight as he brought her ever closer to the brink with driving ambition until she cried out and he could feel her pulsing as she summited to her second climax.
