Page 104 of Juliet's Touch

Juliet laughed so hard she snorted. Pressing her hand to her nose, she tempered her unladylike honking. “You convinced a couple of aristocrats to lug a bathtub across town with the help of scalawags and a lad who hasn’t yet shaved?”

Eric smiled so wide that his cheeks puffed up and his eyes looked like slits framed by long, dark lashes.

“I dare say, we are quite loved.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. Overwhelmed with affection, she peered up at him. “My sisters would probably carry a tub across London for me, too.” She suspected that despite their pedigrees, her sisters-in-law, Charlotte and Victoria, would also be happy to assist.

“Beautiful women dragging a tub across the city.” He chuckled. “Now, that’s something I’d like to see.”

“Is there anything else you would like to see?” Doing her best to tempt him, she thrust out her less-than-impressive bosom out.

“Mmm.”He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. “Since you asked so sweetly…”

He slanted his mouth over hers, kissing her until she was dizzy. Breathless, she pulled back to pant, “Our first kiss as husband and wife.”

“Ah, huh.” His index finger traced the sensitive skin above her neckline. “This has been driving me mad all morning.”

Juliet peered down at her décolletage. Perhaps her tight stays and the low neckline made her appear more buxom. Unless he was referencing the decorative neckline she’d received so many compliments on.

“The flowers Betty embroidered?” she asked.

“No. This.” His finger dipped beneath the fabric. “I’ve been obsessed with tasting this unblemished skin.”

Unblemished skin that now tingled after hearing his gravelly admission.

“Taste away.” She threaded her fingers through his hair and tugged him to her.

First, he explored her neck and the top of her bosom with delicate licks and velvet-soft kisses. Then, bestowing worshipping kisses on her shoulders, he spun her so that he could unfasten her dress. The brush of his fingers over her flesh as he slid her dress over her shoulders and down her arms, scorched her skin with a fiery intensity. With the skill of an experienced rake, he removed her chemise and stays and then turned her to face him.

While his deft hands caressed and kneaded her back, she unbuttoned his shirt. Her mouth watering, she traced the delineations of his sculpted arms and scraped her fingers through the hair dusting his pectorals and flat abdominals. “The body of a God,” she whispered as her fingers followed the trail of hair that disappeared into the top of his trousers.

Hissing, he gathered her in his arms, then easily lifted her off her feet.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as he carried her across the room and settled her on the mattress. He slid his trousers and small clothes down his muscled legs, then stood before her, his beautiful cock, thick, hard, and ready for her.

She reached for him, expecting him to lie on top of her. Instead, he leaned forward and lowered his head between her thighs, his warm breath tickling her intimate area. Her thighs quivered, and her cunny dampened.

Kneeling on the mattress, he pressed her legs wide, then dipped his tongue inside her.

Goodness gracious, she loved this part. Moaning, she clamped her thighs around his ears and threw a forearm over her eyes, blocking out everything but the feel of him licking her seam.

“You are so good at that,” she said.

His throaty chuckle vibrated her walls. She undulated at the decadent thrumming. If only she were funny, then she could say something humorous and make him laugh again.Monkeys in ballerina tutus. Cattle wearing cravats. Waltzing teacups and biscuits…

His large palms cradled her buttocks, his skilled thumbs needing her flesh. Lifting her hips, he nibbled, suckled, and nipped as he pressed his face to her intimate area. Sandwiched between his warm hands and his attentive mouth, her core hummed with pleasure.

Never mind, she didn’t want to think or laugh because the tickle in her belly spiraled outward until even her fingers and toes tingled. Walls quivering, she pulled on his shoulders.

He lifted his head and looked up at her through eyes glazed over with lust. Her juices mixed with his saliva, coating his lips and the tip of his nose.

“I need you. All of you inside me.” She tugged on his torso until he was braced on his elbows, hovering over her. She wrapped her palm around his cock, caressing his length, so that he fully understood her request.

“I need you too,” he said.

Together, they guided the tip of his cock to her opening. He took his time, gently entering her.

Although she appreciated her stoic and courteous husband, she didn’t want gentleness. She wanted him deeply embedded inside her. Right this very second. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and dug her heels into his buttocks. Then, with her arms around his back, and using all of her strength, she attempted to slam their bodies together.

Her passage was so slick that Eric easily impaled her. Pleasure shot through her as she cried out in ecstasy.