“Olive…ye…” he murmured against her skin.
She almost told him to hush, but she had other plans. Leaning her weight on her knees—which brought her breasts even closer to his mouth, huzzah—she reached between her legs and grasped his manhood.
It was strangely hardandsoft, all at once, and she was determined to explore it to her heart’s content.
Later, later!
His groan of need was all the encouragement she needed to position herself over him and slide home.
They both exhaled together.
He had frozen, his hands still on her breasts, and she forced herself to breathe. The sensation of him inside her wasn’t uncomfortable, but itwasfull, and it took a moment for her to adjust.
“Love…” His voice sounded strained, and when she glanced at his face, his eyes were squeezed shut, as if he were fighting for control.
Well, she didn’t want that, did she?
With a desperate little wiggle, she explained the situation clearly. “Phineas, please focus. I would like to orgasm aroundyour male copulatory organ. Do you think you could facilitate that?”
His eyes had flown open at her prim tone, and she had to smile at his confused expression.
“Ye’re no’ too?—”
“I was a virgin, now I am not, but I am quite comfortable. Could we please get on with it?”
He blinked at her, his expression slowly easing from one of strain to a grin. “Gladly, love.”
Chuckling, he pulled her back down with one arm while his other hand reached for her curls.
Oh.
Well, as it turned out, Phineas Oliphant didn’t need a diagram after all. He was rather good at this sort of thing.
His hands—hislips—were everywhere as he stroked and suckled her closer to her goal, showing her how she could control the speed, and meeting her thrust-for-thrust. Beads of sweat had broken out on his forehead, but she appreciated he was letting her set their pace, a leisurely build which soon had her mewing with need each time his tip touched her womb.
“Lass, it’s time.” His voice was hoarse. “Hold on.”
She planted her palms against his shoulders, he grasped her hips, and then it was all she could do tohold on, as he’d commanded. Phineas thrust up into her, again and again, her breasts waving freely between them and desperate little sounds escaping both of their lips.
“Oh!” She squeezed her eyes shut, knowing she was so close to the edge, but not certain she wanted to fall over it yet. “Oh!”
“Aye, lass! Come for me,” he growled. “Come for me now.”
“I— I do not—Oh!”
She felt her inner muscles tighten around him, and that was apparently all the encouragement he needed. With a roar, he tensed, and she felt a rush of warmth fill her.
That sensation—thatknowledge—almost as much as the touches and kisses, sent her over the edge. She stiffened, squeezing his sides with her knees and his manhood with her core, as her orgasm swept over her.
Her body was a statue, her entire being—thoughts, breath, heartbeat—focused on the sensations ripping through her soul. It wasn’t until she became aware of the light caress of his fingertips up and down her hips that she realized she’d run out of oxygen and sucked in a great lungful.
That was all the catalyst her body needed because she collapsed, boneless, atop his chest, his member still tucked perfectly inside her.
It seemed as if a lifetime of bliss had passed before he stirred, reaching around her to place his palms against her rear end.
“Olive, ye…”
His whisper brushed the hair at her temples, and she waited for him to finish his thought. When he didn’t, she hummed slightly and brushed a kiss against his sweaty skin.
