Julia heard her breathing between them, shuddery and jittered with the excitement and longing.
I love you. I can put it into words, but how can that be put into an action?
“Show me, Edward,” she whispered, desperate to know what he meant.
“Then keep kissing me.” He leaned toward her again. This time when their lips met, it was full of passion. His lips moved against her own, as if they were dancing once again, but it was nothing so gentle as a waltz. It was fast, heated, full of the straining touches they had explored before.
Julia felt Edward’s hands go for her waist and grasp onto her, before they skimmed down to her hips. The firmness of his grip excited her, so much that she felt pleasure begin to simmer in her abdomen, shooting somewhere lower. A wetness was pooling between her legs, just like the one she had felt when they had been together on his desk.
Lifting her own hands, she trailed them up his waistcoat and around his neck, holding him down to her. It made him angle his head to the side, deepening their kiss by taking her tongue with his own. She felt explored by him, in a way that made her long for more. When their kiss ended in short pecks, with him moving his lips across her cheek and up to the top part of her neck, Julia found her patience beginning to wear thin, longing for more.
“What happens now?” she asked, her fingers trembling as she moved them to his shoulders.
“More of what happened on that desk between us.” He lifted his head a little, stopping kissing that sweet spot that made her whimper. He offered her a smile, one so full that Julia clung to him all the more. “Any time, you can tell me to stop.”
She nodded, reassured by the words, though she couldn’t imagine wanting to stop anything, not if it felt anything like what they had shared on that desk.
“Undress me, Julia,” he whispered to her, as his hands went for her gown.
Something about the simple pleading tone had her hurrying to the task. She longed to know what he could look like without all these formal clothes between them. His tailcoat was gone first, even as he reached for her gown and undid the laces. The gown fell to the floor, the silk bundling together as if in a puddle. She reached for his waistcoat, her hands shaking so much that it took her a long time to undo the buttons.
Edward went to help her then, taking off his cravat and slipping the waistcoat down his arms. Even when dressed in his shirt, she felt this desire ripping through her. It was a need to explore him, to know more of his figure. When she pressed her hands to his chest through his shirt, he moaned and tipped his head back.
“Is this all right?” she murmured, not knowing what she was doing.
“Very right,” he said, returning his gaze to her. “Do what feels natural, Julia.” Her hands moved of their own accord, reaching beneath his shirt. He helped her, and together they tossed the shirt over his head and to the other side of the room. When his chest was exposed, Julia’s hands went wandering, exploring him. His chest was toned with muscle.
Her fingers drew goosebumps across his skin as she moved her hands lower. When her fingers found a ‘v’ shape above his trousers and lingered there, his breath hitched, making their gazes connect.
“Pure torment,” he said, his tone mischievous. She giggled as he reached for her again. He turned her around and went for her corset, trying to untie the laces. “Why does this thing have to be so difficult to get off?” he jested in her ear, pulling another laugh from her.
She felt free in this moment. Able to be with Edward in this way and yet still laugh together was a thrill. There was something about the excitement and the smiles that was intoxicating to her.
When the corset was at last loosened from her body and dropped to the floor, Julia turned back to face him, kicking off her shoes. He met her quickly with another kiss. This one was so firm and full of need, parting her lips instantly, that she felt backed up by the energy in it. She kept walking backwards as he kissed her, barely aware of where they were going until her legs met the bed and they fell upon it together.
They continued to kiss, their bodies sliding against one another’s. Each touch he gave made her arch against him, excited by the press of his fingers. Sometimes he reached for her waist, holding onto her, then he reached beneath her chemise and lowered her stockings, offering tantalizing touches to her bare legs. When the stockings were gone and he had kicked off his hessian boots, he rested his legs between her own.
There was something about the position that felt so natural to Julia. She reached up, kissing Edward once again, when she suddenly felt a hardness between her legs, from within Edward’s trousers.
“Hmm!” she murmured in surprise in their kiss. Edward pulled back and looked down, chuckling softly.
“All will be revealed soon. First… there is something more I want to do.” He reached for the bottom of her chemise. When he lifted it off her body, she felt her fingers shiver. It was not from the cold though, but from the nerves.
Those nerves were quickly calmed when he began to kiss down her body. He seemed to be adoring her, kissing through the valley between her breasts, offering tantalizing touches to those curves that made her arch her back in a thrill of pleasure before he went further south. He kissed across her stomach before he lowered himself between her legs.
“Edward, what – oh!” She didn’t have chance to complete her question before he showed her what he was doing. He had placed one gentle kiss to the inside of her leg before he had moved his lips to her core.
Julia clutched the bed beneath her. It was similar to what she had felt before when Edward had pleasured her with her fingers, but she had no idea that he could create such a sensation with his lips and tongue. The more he kissed her in her center, the more the pleasure grew.
Her legs trembled as she lifted them higher, just wanting more of this feeling, not wanting it to stop. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, she thought it was an odd thing to do. Had anyone described such a thing to her, she probably would have dismissed it as utter nonsense, wondering how that would even bring pleasure, but here, feeling it, she understood it completely.
“Edward.” His name fell repeatedly from her lips as he continued to work her. Sometimes she lifted her head to watch what he was doing to her, other times she tipped her head back, closing her eyes and basking in the feeling.
When he lifted his hand and pressed his fingers inside of her too, Julia lost control. That wave of unbound pleasure hit her. This time it was sudden. Whereas on his desk it had grown and built slowly, it hit her now like a wall. She gripped the sheets beneath her, curling it in her fingers as she clamped her lips shut, trying not to make a sound.
Still, noises left her, moans that were muffled.
When Edward lifted his head, smiling down at her, she tried her best to catch her breath, aware his fingers were still inside of her.