Chapter Nine #2
He deepened his tasting, and suddenly, the throbbing shattered. Kitty let out a loud moan; the ache transformed into a pulsating ecstasy that coursed over her body like lightning.
Oliver sat back on his heels, watching her hungrily. Her chest heaved up and down, and her legs were still splayed wide. She felt wanton, desirable, and desirous in the most exquisite way.
Kitty held her hand out to her husband. “Please. I want you in me now.”
Oliver stared up at Kitty. Her words heated his blood. This woman was his wife, and she was the most stunning thing he’d ever seen. She looked like a temptress spread out on the bed, with her hand held out to him.
He stood and discarded his clothing before taking her hand.
She scooted up on the bed as Oliver joined her, lying on his side and staring down at her.
He ran a finger down her front, then across her breasts, from pebbled nipple to pebbled nipple.
Her breasts, he decided, needed more savoring.
His fingers cupped and massaged them more.
She shivered, and he suspected she was still sensitive from her climax.
Kitty, copying him, reached up and ran her hand down his chest, then brushed the back of her fingers over his cock, shyly. It thumped at her touch. How did he get so lucky?
“When I made the decision to seek out Mrs. Dove-Lyon’s assistance, I never thought I would find someone that I would connect with so well. Yet, this all feels so right,” he murmured.
Oliver was shocked by his own honesty, but he didn’t want to shy away from his feelings. He found himself wanting to be as open as possible with Kitty.
She lifted her hand to stroke his cheek. “You are not what I expected at all, Lord Everly. I thought I’d end up with someone whom I could tolerate, but this is all so much more than that.”
He brushed a kiss across her palm. “I think I’m falling in love with you, Kitty.”
“Good, because I care for you too. So much that it terrifies me slightly.”
They stared at one another. The soft light from the candles on the table revealed all the emotions on his face, and, she suspected, on hers as well. She requested, “Love me, Oliver. Make me yours.”
Oliver’s mouth crushed down on hers. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer. His tongue stroked along hers, savoring every touch. His body slid between her legs, and a moan escaped him as his cock brushed against her wet quim. Make me yours—those are the words Kitty had used.
Oliver’s hips pressed against her belly, eliciting a gasp from his temptress. With one thrust, he would be buried deep within her heat. His heart pounded, and his body screamed for more. He flexed against her, and she met his motions. Their bodies bent and bowed into each other.
Frustration and need flared in Kitty’s eyes. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling. Oliver dropped a kiss on her cheek and a few more along her jawline. “Do you want more, temptress?”
“Yes. I need…I need something…I need you now.”
He grasped her hips, stopping her bucking. “Are you sure? I don’t want to rush you.”
“Oliver, you just had your head between my thighs. I think whether we are rushing matters not.”
A throaty chuckle burst from him, and he brushed a kiss across her lips. “As you wish, my love.”
Oliver shifted so his cock was at her entrance.
She was so warm and so wet from his attention and her own responses to him.
He groaned aloud, so close to all he craved.
Her hands roamed over his back lightly. Their eyes locked as he slowly slid in.
Oliver didn’t want to hurt her, but knew the first thrust would be painful.
She grimaced, and he asked, “Do you want me to stop?”
Kitty shook her head. “No, I want you all the way in.”
Her words thundered through his body. He pushed in deeper—the feel of her along his shaft was both too much and not nearly enough. Still, Oliver forced himself to take it slow, not wanting to hurt her.
Kitty wrapped her legs around him, drawing him closer.
She flinched slightly but encouraged him on, past the slight barrier in her passage, and finally deep within her body.
Once he was buried in her, they both let out a sigh.
Oliver brushed a kiss across her lips and pulled out.
He pushed back into her, and a moan escaped her.
“Does that hurt?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No. The opposite. Please give me more, Oliver.”
He groaned and entered her with slow, steady strokes. His cock hungered to release itself in her, but he bit the inside of his cheek to distract himself as he continued at the steady tempo, watching Kitty’s expressive face beneath him. Desire grew in her eyes, and her breath became ragged.
Kitty bucked into him. “Please, faster.”
Oliver didn’t need any more prompting from her.
He quickened his pace—thrusting over and over again.
Her whimpers grew more frantic, and she gripped onto his back.
Oliver kept up the tempo, wanting to see her come apart.
He plunged one more time, and Kitty grabbed him, holding him in place as she climaxed. She let out a breathless laugh.
His shaft pulsated within her heat, demanding more.
Kitty released her tight grip on Oliver, rocking into him.
He claimed her mouth as his strokes began again.
He thrust over and over. Kitty’s hips met his with each motion.
She slid her hands down his back and grasped his ass, pulling him deeper.
His head and body screamed in satisfaction at this new type of touch from her, and with one more plunge, he found his release with a strangled moan.
He rocked into her before letting himself collapse on top of her.
Their hearts pounded against their chests and each other as she ran her fingers lightly over his back.
Oliver lifted his head so that their eyes connected; he read so many intense but happy emotions flaring in her gaze, emotions he was sure he shared.
He brushed a kiss across his wife’s lips and rolled them to their side, so they were spooning.
They lay there quietly. Eventually, Kitty said, “I think I will be thankful every day it was you I picked.”
He kissed her neck and her shoulder. “It was the best choice, my love.”