She bit down on her bottom lip like a wanton woman. His member hardened at the sight of her greedily taking him in. He squeezed the head of his cock trying to alleviate the ache he was feeling. He chuckled when her mouth gaped at the sight of him pleasuring himself.
Brazenly, she reached out and slowly touched the head of his cock with achingly soft caresses. A hiss of pleasure escaped between his teeth as she swiped at the moisture that had built at the tip.
Her fingers glided across the hard steel, efficiently moving his hand out of the way. He sucked in a breath as her entire hand closed around him.
“Julia,” he groaned as her hand began moving. Her grip on him was pure torture. Henry feared that he would spend himself in her hand. “No more.” His head lolled back, his eyes threatening to roll to the back of his head.
“Very well,” she whispered seductively, ceasing all movement around his hard member.
Henry’s chin fell against his chest. His heart thudded painfully, and his breathing came fast as if he had run around Hyde Park multiple times.
Her grip around him lessened. He counted the seconds as he waited for her to free him from the sheer anguish. But instead, Julia St. John bent over and pressed an agonizingly slow, open-mouthed kiss to the tip of his cock.
Fire blazed inside him. He wrapped his hand around her neck, tilted her head back, bent over, and crashed his lips against hers. He guided her down on the chaise, his larger body encompassing her much smaller one.
Julia tried to run her hands over his skin, but Henry could not bear another second of her sweet torture. He took one hand and then the other and pinned them over her head.
“Ahh,” she cried out as his larger hand held onto her wrist, restraining her from any movement.
“You’re being a very bad girl, Lady Julia,” he whispered against her jaw.
His lips traveled back and forth in slow drags. She whimpered and squirmed beneath him as his free hand caressed one small perfect breast.
Henry had always loved them. The memory of their perfection did not compare to them in the flesh. He hungrily trailed his lips down her neck to her heaving bosom.
He pressed hot kisses to her warm flesh. “Don’t move,” he commanded as he released her hands so he could freely caress each breast with the attention they deserved.
Fuck, he needed her.
He massaged her breasts, squeezing them together so he could suck and lick one nipple and then the other.
“Henry, I need you,” she pleaded with him. Her hips opened wider to allow room for him.
He trailed kisses down her stomach to her navel. “Tell me what you want, Julia.” He grazed the lips of her sex slowly with one finger, causing her to mewl loudly.
He swirled his tongue inside her belly button then continued down to the apex of her thighs. He buried his nose in the dark curls, inhaling the sweet nectar of her.
His cock felt heavy against his thigh. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her and never leave.
Henry parted her folds, revealing the silky haven beneath. His mouth found her center, and he indulged in her. The taste of her on his tongue was pure bliss. Her whimpers and sighs were music to his ears.
Gently, Henry added a finger and she arched against him. Her hands suddenly gripped his hair. His finger came upon her maidenhead and parts of him rejoiced in the discovery.
Adding a second finger, he stretched her as he suckled the little ball of nerves. One of her legs fell to the side and landed on the floor as Henry pushed the other up over his shoulder. He reached up and squeezed her nipple with his free hand.
Her body writhed up, chasing her pending orgasm. He followed her wild movements, never ceasing to pleasure her.
“God, yes!” she screamed, and he momentarily worried that someone would discover them.
Her body went taut. Her muscles squeezed around his fingers, and he lapped at her essence, enjoying the taste of her. It was in that moment that he knew once would never be enough.
Julia felt complete bliss. Her body was boneless, and she thought she could sleep right there in the library forever.
A fleeting thought passed her mind—this all-consuming passion was what she would be giving up when she married St. Clara. She wouldn’t dwell on it now, instead she would enjoy this euphoria.
Henry kissed a path up her body, stopping to lap at one of her nipples. The feeling sent sparks straight down to where his mouth had just ravished her. Her leg was erotically draped over one of his shoulders, and he pushed it further back as he ran his turgid flesh against her sensitive folds.
She pulled him to her, crushing her mouth to his in a wildly passionate kiss. Tasting herself on his tongue and lips made her feel as if she was being deliciously wicked. She needed more. She needed all of him.
