And, with no more preamble, she unsheathed him. He groaned as her hand made contact with his bare cock. She kissed him and toyed with him, clearly reveling in the involuntary reaction of his body, the small spurts of seed that he couldn’t help.
“Olivia,” he said, when he felt he couldn’t take the teasing any longer.
“Shh, I know,” she said. She stood and quickly, more quickly than he thought possible, had her dress and petticoat around her feet. She stood there in her chemise and stays and he gloried in the sight.
Then, she was straddling him, and he was inside of her. She didn’t move at first, they just stared at one another, the intensity of the moment beating down on him, the feel of her around him like heaven distilled. He palmed one of her heavy breasts through her chemise and stays. As delicately as he could manage, he exposed her to the air, gasping when he saw the familiar, dusky color of her nipples and the silvery pale of her most intimate skin. He felt her nipples pucker under his hands. She moaned and then rose up so that her breasts were in his face.
He buried himself in her sweetness, sucking on her nipples until she was mewling and unable to stay still on him any longer. Her gorgeous cunt began to tease him.
“Move, Olivia,” he gasped, “I need more of you.”
She obeyed his command, pumping upward and then downwards, and his cock swelled in response.
“You feel so good,” she panted, “Your cock is so perfect.”
“Fuck,” he murmured, reveling in the feel of her, her silken heat clenching and unclenching over him, the sight of her breasts tantalizing him. Her round stomach and thick thighs looked unbelievably sensual as she rode him. He reached down to grip her ass and guide her. She cried out as he brought her down in quick, rhythmic motions.
“Never leave me, Olivia,” he said, even though he already knew she wouldn’t. He just wanted to hear her agree.
“Never,” she gasped.
And then he just enjoyed the sight of her, her hair unbound and skimming over her bare shoulders, her strong, full body driving him closer to ecstasy.
“Oh, I am going to come,” she moaned, “Oh, Augustus.”
“I want you to, my love. I want to see it.”
“I want you to come, too. I want all of you. I want you to fill me up.”
He knew what she meant. He had never spent inside of her. Not long after their engagement, only days ago, she had told him that he could spend inside of her, that she wanted it, that she wanted to have his child. He had told her that he wanted the same, but that he wanted to wait for the right moment to do it for the first time. In all of their time together, he had never done that. Not once. He had wanted to wait for a special moment.
He realized that moment was now. With her looking so glorious above him. And their intimacy so complete.
“Yes,” he agreed, “I will.”
He kept guiding her with his hand and he felt her grow tighter and tighter around his cock. He was on the verge of spending himself but he wanted her to come first. He wanted it to be perfect for her.
“Oh, god,” she gasped, and then she came. And her release was so strong that, almost immediately, he was joining her. It was the first time that he had filled her with his seed and the feeling was indescribable. Where his orgasm would have usually come to an end, it continued, building into the most intense and complete of his life.
He filled her, as she had requested, and, if he had not been as secure in her love, in her resolution to never quit his side, the depth of his climax, the rightness of it, would have scared him beyond his comprehension.
But hewassecure in it.
As the last of his orgasm left him, she bent down and kissed his lips.
“I love you, Augustus.”
He looked up at her, dazed and utterly, wretchedly happy.
“I love you, too, Olivia.”
Chapter Thirty
Of course, Oliviahad never intended to leave Augustus. Even at the height of her despair, she had been unable to deny her love for him. While she had felt for a few hours that they might, in fact, be doomed to a life at odds with those he loved best, she had never seriously contemplated ending the engagement—and she had never even considered leaving him altogether.
By now, Olivia had explained all of this thinking to Augustus many times, as they came to a better understanding of each other on the sofa…and on the bed…and on the sofa once more, for good measure. As well as the kitchen floor and the dining room table.
Now, the man insisted that he had a surprise for her. It had been two weeks since the row at Edington House and they had hardly seen anyone since that night. They had been holed up in the townhouse, rabid with lust and love for each other. Nevertheless, Augustus had assured her that he had made everything right with Leith and his friends. She didn’t quite believe him—she still saw a pinched, tight expression come over his face when Leith was mentioned—but she believed that he was on the path to reconciliation with him, at least. He had also explained that he had told them the truth about his past: that he was, not in fact, the Downstairs Menace at all and hadn’t bedded any other women since Olivia departed from London all those years ago.
