Page 16 of The Rake and the Muse
Juliet told herself she was just responding to the physical intimacy between them and that she desired to experience so much more of it. Besides, they were clearly comfortable in each other’s presence, given the ease with which they adapted to their mutual state of nudity.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked, seeming to notice that her thoughts had drifted.
“Quite.”
He smiled at her, and it was a smile that would have made her knees buckle if she had been standing. It was soft and sweet as if he found her to be the most precious thing in the world. Which was preposterous. He was a rake and had bedded many women. Counting the number of naked drawings he had would only be the start of his many conquests.
He knew how to entice women and lure them into his sphere. But she couldn’t help but feel that something was different between them, even if he was a notorious rake. Perhaps that was a foolish notion. Of course it was. What was she thinking?
Theo continued to draw. Juliet wasn’t even sure how long she sat propped up on the settee on display for him, but she enjoyed every bit of it. She loved the way her skin heated when his eyes gazed at her. She loved the way he licked and bit his lip while he made marks and lines with his charcoals. Every so often, he’d catch her gaze, and he’d flash her that heart-stopping smile.
He set his charcoals down and looked at his parchment, his expression indicating that he was pleased with what he had drawn. “Would you like to see?” he asked.
“Very much so.” She was also nervous, wondering how he saw her.
He waved her towards him, and she shifted to stand and moved closer to his chair. He turned the parchment where she could see, and tears formed at the corners of her eyes. “This is beautiful, Theo.”
“Youare beautiful, Jules.”
He must quit saying such things. She liked them far too much. She liked him far too much.
“Surely you enhanced some things.”
He shook his head. “I drew you exactly as I see you. The perfect woman captured on parchment.”
“We are beyond the need for flattery, Theo,” she teased before becoming serious again. “You are so talented.” He truly was, even if he doubted his ability.
He appeared touched and relieved by her compliment. “I assure you, it isn’t hollow flattery, and thank you. That means a lot coming from you.”
He tucked the parchment and tablet into his satchel and set it on the floor beside the chair. He clasped her bottom and pulled her against him, bringing his tongue back to her heat. Theo licked along the seam of her sex, and she released a low moan. “Are you still feeling a bit wanton?” he asked, pulling back to look up at her.
“Very much so.” She wanted so much more of what she knew he could give her. And she only wanted him to be the one to do so.
He stood from his chair and pulled her into his arms. “Good, because I find I very much want to lick you until you come.”
Her knees buckled from his words, and she might have fallen on him if he hadn’t been holding her.
Unexpectedly, he pressed his lips to hers. She had never been kissed before, and the sensation of his lips against hers caused an electricity with an intensity she had never experienced. Juliet parted her lips in surprise, and he swept his tongue inside of her mouth. She pressed her whole body tighter against him when his tongue massaged hers. Kissing him was quickly becoming one of her favorite things.
He swept her up, cradling her in his arms without breaking their kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and fervently returned his kiss as he carried her to the bed and placed her down on it, then crawled into bed with her.
Theo pulled back. “Come up on your knees,” he said, shifting to lie on his back.
Juliet did as he said, and on her knees beside him, she memorized every detail about what he looked like lying in her bed. His cock stood proudly, protruding from a dark nest of curls, and she noticed wetness at the tip. Feeling bold and recalling everything Eliza had told her about coupling with a man, she leaned down and licked the head of his member. She took the full head into her mouth and sucked, smiling around his shaft when he groaned.
“Jules, you don’t have to…” his voice trailed off when she took more of him into her mouth, sucking her way further down the base. “Fuck,” he moaned.
She pulled back. “What was that?” she asked, giving him a sweet, innocent smile. She was already addicted to making him respond and react to her thus.
He pulled at her thigh. “Put your knees on either side of my head,” he commanded. “At least let me lick your sweet cunt if you wish to swallow my cock.”
She was practically dripping from his words and shifted so she hovered herself over his face. He spread her knees wider so she was practically seated on him.
He licked her once from the start of her folds to her wet core. “I will tell you before I spend,” he said before he resumed licking and teasing. She braced herself with her hands on each side of him, rocking with the movement of his tongue. She was quite certain there was nothing in the world that felt better than what he was doing to her.
She lowered herself so she rested her front to his, perfectly lined up to take his cock into her mouth again. She sucked from the head to the shaft, licking and tasting to match the intensity of what his wicked tongue was doing to her. Sucking him made it all even more intense, especially when he bucked his hips, moving himself in and out of her mouth.
He spread the cheeks of her arse and shifted his tongue from inside of her to run up to her untouched hole. Eliza had told her how she enjoyed the attention there, and Juliet had never thought it possible to be as delightful as it was.
