“And your arse,” he said, “So round and large for me. Exactly as I want it. Perfect.”
He brought his hand to the curve of her ass and caressed her. She knew that many would see her as too big there, too plump, but he had never seemed to mind. His admiration aroused her—all the more because she agreed with him. She didn’t think she would be more beautiful if she were smaller—and especially not there.
His fingers found her core again and he let out a little sigh when he did so. It seemed that, this time, he was satisfied with what he found. Still, he took his time playing with her, sliding his fingers back from her core to her clit, reveling in her wetness.
“I need you. Now.”
“Whatever you wish, my love.”
The endearment sent her core—and her heart—pulsing.
Then, she felt him at her entrance, thick and hard. She opened her legs further and he entered her, filling her up. Keeping his hand on her ass, he brought her forward and back on his cock, the sensation exquisite. With each movement, she cried out, unable to contain herself. She felt impaled in the best way, the angle filling her up to her limit.
He pumped into her lazily, tantalizing her, and then, bringing his hand to her clit, he gave her extra sensation. Soon, she was on the edge.
“I’m going to come,” she told him, feeling herself clench around him. He did not hurry his pace, however.
“Come for me. Come all over my cock.”
And she did, crying out, clenching and unclenching, getting to savor the hard feel of him this time.
As she did so, he kept pumping into her slowly. Once she came back to earth, he did not stop. She loved this slow, easy pace, and she knew it must cost him some effort—his ragged breathing gave him away. And yet he did not hasten himself.
Soon, she felt the stirrings of another orgasm rising in her. It seemed incredible, but it was true. It was the position and the way that he did not hurry himself. This time, somehow, she did not even need his hand stimulating her; his cock was enough, so soon after her last orgasm.
“I will spend again,” she gasped.
He grunted his approval and she realized that he was unable to speak. Thinking of how his dirty words had enhanced her own pleasure, she decided to return the favor.
“You’re going to make me come with your thick cock. Is that what you want?”
“God, yes,” he said, the words coming out nearly indecipherable.
She rocked against him, hurrying their pace, hastening herself towards her own crisis. She could tell that he did not mind because he did not resist—he joined her.
“You’re making me spend,” she said, as she rocked against him and felt herself cresting once more, “Oh god, Augustus, your cock is so perfect.”
She came, her muscles contracting even harder this time over his length. The resistance that he offered felt exquisite.
He cried out and jerked away from her. She felt his hot seed once more, this time on her back and ass—the warm, sensual feeling of it satisfying some primal part of her.
Olivia collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion. She only realized now that her legs trembled from the strength of her two orgasms.
She felt a warm cloth on her skin and she turned to see him cleaning her up.
“Always the gentleman,” she laughed.
“Not a nobleman for nothing,” he replied, that dimple winking in his cheek, his expression self-satisfied, rakish. She could understand why everyone had believed that he was a debaucher. When he smiled like that, it seemed so plausible.
He moved to take her once more in his arms, but she shook her head.
“You need to go. The servants will be up soon. It will be more difficult if we are discovered.”
He nodded and stooped to collect his clothes. She watched as he dressed.
Once he was fully clothed, he approached her where she lay, naked still, on the bed.
“Tell me you won’t leave me,” he said, when he bent to kiss her, his clothes back on. “That is all I ask. For nothing more.”
