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Julie bit on the inside of her lower lip and shook her head.
“How about I try that again, and you’ll see whether or not you like it,” he said with a sly smile. “I promise, you are going to like it,” his last words came out as a whisper as he lowered his mouth to her nipple again and sucked it lightly.
She moaned then arched her spine, bringing her breast closer inside his mouth. Robert chuckled and swirled his tongue around her nipple, then sucked on it again, harder this time while his other hand caressed her other breast. She felt him raise his head and look at her face, although her eyes were closed and her head thrown back.
“Did you like it?” he asked with a self-satisfied smirk in his voice.
“Yes,” Julie breathed without looking at him.
“Do you want more?” he said as he lowered his mouth to another breast and took her nipple inside.
“Yes, oh, God, yes,” she whimpered, not feeling embarrassment at her wanton behavior anymore.
He pleasured her breasts as his hand trailed down to her center. He played with her there, tickling, circling her center, flicking her sensitive nub until she couldn’t help but moan and arch into his hand. He raised himself over her then and licked her mouth, parting her lips with his tongue, drawing her own tongue. In the next moment, Julie felt as he thrust two fingers inside her core. She arched against him and felt a bolt of pleasure shot through her as her nub connected with the heel of his palm.
“Yes, that’s right,” he whispered against her lips. “Ride my hand, ride me good and well.”
Hearing him saying it made her blush all over, but she couldn’t help it. Her hips moved as if on their own accord as she did as he asked, rode his hand, and pleasured herself against him until she couldn’t control any part of her body anymore. A white-hot pleasure shot through her, and she tensed, pulsing all over. He kept moving his hand against her and licking at her parted lips, swallowing her cries inside his mouth until the last of the waves deserted her, and she felt limp and boneless. He spread her legs wider then and settled fully between her legs. She felt the hot rod of his arousal against her, and in the next moment, he was inside her, thrusting deep and hard.
The feeling of being filled by him was like nothing she had ever experienced before. She felt contented, complete. He withdrew all too soon before thrusting again, his pelvis meeting hers with a violent smack every time he seated himself inside her to the hilt. He moved thus for several minutes, breathing hard, sweat trickling down his forehead and across his chest. The bed creaking with his every movement, her hips moving to meet his thrusts. She clutched at him, her fingers sinking into his skin, her legs wrapped around his hips. She felt as if she’d be lost in the void if she didn’t hold on to him like an anchor. His every thrust was met by loud sounds coming out from her mouth, not caring that they could be heard because she wouldn’t be able to control her cries anyhow. Another wave of pleasure accosted her, and she lost all sense of time and space and existence.
When she finally opened her eyes, Robert was still on top of her. She could feel his arousal still inside her, softer now. She was pleasantly anchored by his weight; her legs still wrapped around his hips, his face was pressed against her cheek. The position oddly vulnerable and comforting at the same time. She wanted to stay this way forever. But Robert withdrew the next moment, leaving her feeling empty and cold. As he lay on his back beside her, she curled against his side, placing her head on his shoulder to feel his heat again. Robert kissed the top of her head, and she felt him smile against her as he drew her closer.
* * *
Julie stood on the pedestal at the modiste in a beautiful deep blue dress that matched her eyes’ color, with a low-cut bodice and bare shoulders a week later. It was the last day of fitting before the Somerset ball. Mary had already tried on her dress and was dozing peacefully on the sofa. Julie glanced at the looking glass and could barely recognize herself. The bright blue color perfectly suited her; her bodice’s low cut clearly emphasized her round breasts. She knew Robert would like the dress; she noticed the way his gaze always fell to her bosom when she wore a dress like that. She also knew it would result in a passionate night of lovemaking. She grew damp between her legs just thinking about it.
Modiste grunted something under her breath and disappeared behind the curtain. No doubt to bring more pins and needles to prick Julie with.
A smell of lilac perfume warned her that someone came up behind her before she heard a soft lilting female voice.
“You look beautiful in that dress.” A woman appeared in the periphery of her vision, but Julie didn’t turn to look at her. “No wonder Robert chose you as his wife.”Robert.
Julie felt that the woman had used her husband’s first name on purpose to emphasize her intimate relationship with him. Julie slowly turned and regarded the woman before her. She was not tall but extremely curvy. Julie had nice hips and breasts herself, but she had nothing on the woman before her. Her bright red dress emphasized her every curve, and her breasts were in danger of falling out of her low-cut bodice.
“I dare say he did not know about the idiot in your bloodline,” she said, flinging one of her dark-brown curls back, “otherwise he wouldn’t risk his reputation so.”
“In that case, I presume you don’t know him very well,” Julie said calmly, although she was shaking on the inside. She recognized the perfume, of course. She smelled it on her husband the day he returned from his prolonged absence when they arrived in London.
The woman in front of her just laughed musically. “I presume you know who I am?” she regarded Julie with a smirk. “Vanessa Vanderburt, at your service. Or rather, at your husband’s service.” She smiled lazily. “And I know him a lot better than you think you do. Why would he continue visiting me if I didn’t?” she said with a nonchalant shrug.
“He doesn’t,” Julie answered evenly. She looked beyond the woman’s shoulder, wishing the modiste would come back already.
“Oh, but he does. Quite often, I might add. Where do you think he’s spent the nights of your arrival to London? Where do you think he spends his afternoons?” She touched the curl on her head as if standing still was not an option. “He rarely spends the night, but he is always looking for an excuse to do so.”
Julie felt as if she was going to be sick right on the woman in front of her.
“I don’t believe you,” she said in a hoarse voice, “so you can save your breath,” she turned away from her, hoping the woman would take a hint and leave her alone.
“Are you so sure then?” the woman asked, coming to stand at Julie’s side.
Julie turned and regarded her quietly. “Are you sure he tells you everything about his desires in bed? Because I am sure, he does not. Because he knows you will never fulfill them.”
“You know nothing about my relationship with him.”
“Oh, on the contrary,” the woman smiled cruelly, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. “He told me you are cold and unfeeling like a fish. He said that you would never be as good as I.” She looked Julie up and down. “With your proper attire and behavior. You could never fulfill his desires. Thus, he needs me.”
Julie let out a breath and regarded her mutely. The modiste finally appeared from the curtain, blinking twice as she saw two women together.
“Ahh, miss Vanderburt, have you come for a new gown?”
“Certainly.” She smiled blandly. “My man loves to spoil me,” she said as she looked up at Julie with a challenge in her eyes.
“Give me a minute then, I need to finish here with Lady Clydesdale,” modiste seemed unaware of any undercurrents going on between her two clients. She shuffled past them to her table to grab something, and Vanessa took this moment to lean closer to Julie and slip an envelope into her hand. Then she scoffed at Julie and exited the room.
