Augustus laughed. “I am at your service, madam. I could not refuse such a beautiful bedfellow for anything.”
His expression grew serious, then, however. And she saw that, despite the smile on his face and the erection in her hand, that he was not in the mood for jests.
“I cannot let you go again, Olivia. Not after being here with you, like this.”
“I cannot promise to marry you.” A thread of panic going through her at the prospect of having to choose between losing him and embracing a life she was not at all sure that she wanted.
“I know. I understand. And I am merely telling you that, just the same, I cannot let you go again.”
He put his hand to her cheek and pulled her into a kiss, teasing her lips open, gently. He deepened the kiss and she felt the effects deep inside of herself. She pulsed for him—once, twice.
He pulled back.
“I need you. Now.”
In response, he kissed her again and she began to tease him once more with her fingers, marveling at the hard length of him, the thickness that she missed and wanted inside of her.
He groaned and broke their kiss.
“Enough,” he said, pulling her hand away from him. “I want to taste you.”
Then, he was over her, palming her breasts, returning her own taunts with his fingers. He placed his mouth to her nipples and sucked each one, taking his time. He lavished attention on each until he had drawn them into hard peaks and she could feel her slickness wet her thighs.
He put his fingers to her entrance and swore at the evidence of her arousal.
“Please, Augustus,” she said, hurrying him on, unable to wait. He slid one finger inside of her and she cried out. But she didn’t want to spend without him inside of her. “I want you inside of me.”
Their eyes met. That otherworldly blue flashed hard with unmistakable yearning.
“I will need to get on top of you. I need to have control. I am still not sure—I want you very, very much.”
She nodded. “Anything.”
“I will not spend inside of you. I will not have the risk to you—not without us married.”
“I know you wouldn’t. I trust you.”
“I am not sure that you should,” he said, his breath a rasp. “But I will do everything I can.”
“I understand. Now, please.”
He nodded.
Olivia widened her legs for him and he drew himself level with her. She placed her hand on his cock and guided him to her entrance. For a moment, his cock lingered there, and he groaned.
“You’re so wet, Olivia.”
“For you, I am.”
She opened her legs wider and he entered, only slightly. His gasp satisfied some deep part of her—just as his cock began to hint at what it would do to her core.
“I need all of you.”
He slid into her to the hilt.
She cried out from the pleasure. She hadn’t been with him in thirteen years and yet it was just as she remembered. So good, it brought tears to her eyes. Even when he was stationary, unmoving, he filled her up, like he was made to do so.
“Did I hurt you?” he said, alarm and arousal melding in his voice.
