CHAPTER TEN #3
Oliver took the candle from her and blew it out.
The only light illuminating the room came from the moon shining in through the open curtains.
Before she could think about what would happen now that they were alone, she found herself turned around, facing the door.
One of Oliver’s hands was around her waist, and the other was pulling up the front of her skirt.
He nuzzled the back of her neck. His warm lips caused shivers across her skin.
“You smell so good. I will never tire of your scent.”
He tugged down the front of her dress, freeing her breasts.
Already, they felt tingly and heavy, awaiting his touch.
His other hand had reached her womanhood, and she swallowed a moan.
Sensations were overwhelming her. His fingers tweaked her nipples at the same time he inserted a finger inside her, making her knees buckle.
He turned her around, her back against the wall.
Her eyes never left his as he dropped to his knees.
He draped one of her legs over his shoulder and put his mouth there.
She melted against the wall. Her fingers combed through his hair, then pulled his head closer to her.
What was he doing to her? It didn’t matter.
Whatever it was, she never wanted it to end.
He slipped a finger inside her, his thumb swirling around her nub.
Everything vibrated from her head to her toes.
Her insides clamped down on his finger. Shooting stars filled her room, and she found herself cradled in Oliver’s arms as her body liquified, no longer able to support her.
He kissed her deeply, and she tasted something earthy and natural on his tongue.
He laid her gently down on her bed, sat beside her, and tugged off his boots.
When he stood before her, they locked eyes.
He quickly undressed and joined her on the bed, so she never got a look at him in all his nakedness.
Had he done it on purpose to avoid frightening her?
It didn’t matter. She would never be afraid of him.
The feel of his heavy body draped over her felt as natural as breathing.
One of his legs was between hers, bent at the knee.
His hand and fingers were doing that magical thing he did that made her see stars.
He adjusted his body so that his engorged manhood pushed against her opening.
She fought not to tense up, but lost the fight.
“Relax, my love, I will make this as painless as possible until you are writhing beneath me in ecstasy.
He lowered his head and kissed her. It was more than a kiss.
He claimed her as she claimed him. Every nuance of feeling transcended in that kiss.
He pushed more insistently against her until he was fully seated inside her.
Once their bodies were joined, he stopped.
There was a moment of pain; his kiss took it away. “Should I continue?”
She took shallow breaths as her body adjusted to the fullness of having him inside her. Moments later, her hips instinctively pushed against his. “Yes. Please continue.”
He chuckled, and a vibration ran through her body.
***
Frozen over Phoebe’s body, fighting the urge to begin giving and taking pleasure, left every muscle in his body strained. When she said, “Yes, please continue,” he chuckled with relief and curled around her. “There is no right or wrong way to do this. Just let your body move naturally with mine.”
He leaned up on his arms, his cock deeply seated inside Phoebe and his eyes on hers.
He pulled out almost completely and rocked back inside, causing her green eyes to widen.
He did it again several more times until her hips moved in rhythm against his.
The more her hips moved, the harder and faster he moved.
When her moans got loud and her body compressed around his member, he kissed her and pushed in as deep as he could, swirling his hips tight against hers as they crested and fell together.
Collapsing on top of her, Oliver tried to catch his breath. Never had he experienced anything like what he had just done with Phoebe, which only solidified that they truly belonged together. He rolled off her and onto his back. “Speak to me?”
“I’m not sure I can.” She sighed. “I have no words for what just happened.”
“I feel the same. Did I hurt you?” He had tried to be gentle, but instinct and the need for relief took over, leaving him rougher than he intended at the end.
“Only for a moment, though I’m a little tender down there.”
He rolled onto his side, then pulled her into his arms. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not. It was amazing. When can we do it again?”
He chuckled. “Not tonight, but soon. I must go.” He released her, rolled off the bed, and dressed as quickly as he could. Sitting on the edge of the bed next to her, he tugged on his boots, stood, and kissed her on the cheek. “I will see myself out. Sleep well, my love.”
Oliver sighed with relief when he was outside and hurrying down the dark street where his carriage and driver were waiting for him.
He knew he would sleep well tonight, dreaming of Phoebe and their upcoming wedding.
Even if he still had reservations about the stupid curse that he knew wasn’t real.
It didn’t make him worry about Phoebe any less.