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He kissed her deeply, then left her momentarily to push a chair in front of the door to the potting shed. Finding a canvas cloth, he laid it on the nearby table, tucked behind a cluster of well grown exotic plants. Then he returned to stand in front of her. He pushed her gown off her curvaceous hips, and it fell to the ground in a soundless heap. Oliver bent to pick it up so it would not become too soiled from the dirt-covered floor.
Standing again, he stripped her stays from her and placed them next to her dress. She shivered, her nipples hard against the pale fabric. It took all his willpower to move slowly.
Oliver lifted the thin straps of her shift off her shoulders and pushed it down, then down her hips. He stepped back for a moment and admired her body, aware his hands trembled as he shucked off his jacket. She raised her arms to cover herself while she watched him unbutton his shirt, her eyes wide, her lips parted. Once he was free of his shirt, he reached down to unfasten his breeches. She gasped as he rid himself of the last of his wretched clothing, grateful for the warmth of the sunny building. He stood in front of her fully nude as she took in his body.
“Oliver, I–I’m not sure this is going to work. It is...” She stared at his cock and made a gesture with her hands that made him chuckle.
“You are excellent for my ego, Ellie.” He edged her over to the table, kissing her lips, then her neck, and her shoulders. He then climbed on top of her and laid a kiss on her lips. “I will go slowly,” he vowed. “And you must tell me if you wish me to stop.”
Eleanor met his gaze squarely on. “Of course.”
A hand around the back of her neck, he eyed her.
“What are you looking at?”
“How damned beautiful you are, remember?”
He slid the back of his hand down her breast, dancing over her nipples, then the indent of her waist. Her belly trembled as he dipped his hand lower. Already wet and ready for him, he took his time swirling his fingers over her, finding just the right spots that made her gasp and moan.
“Oh!” Her thighs tightened around his hand, practically trapping him there. He tugged away with a little regret.
“I need to be inside you when you orgasm,” he told her raspily.
She nodded eagerly. “I can only imagine what it will be like...”
God’s teeth, she was too good for him.
He positioned himself at her opening and looked down at her, her thighs defined against the cream cloth, the shadows of her juncture beckoning him. He gripped her hips and enjoyed the little give of her flesh. When she tugged him closer, he smirked. There was something rather wonderful about this reclusive woman being so bold with him—and only him. He loved that he had this side of her to himself.
He waited a beat and she nodded again then Oliver bent down to kiss her, tasting the sweet warmth of her as he slowly pushed forward, feeling the exquisite tightness of her. Eyes shut, his jaw tight, he fought the tug of his desire as he pulled out and slowly pushed forward again, reaching her maidenhead.
“Take a deep breath,” he told her.
Eleanor exhaled and he thrust himself forward. Pushing in and out again, he found himself more easily accommodated, and Ellie moaned, her body relaxing.
She gripped his arms and looked up at him. “Goodness.”
“That’s an understatement.”
Oliver quickened his pace as she moaned louder. He felt himself getting close, and he only hoped she could join him. He cupped a breast and she let out a cry of pleasure. He then put his mouth to her nipple and sucked and licked until she trembled in his arms. He could not hold out any longer. With one final thrust, he cried out and spent himself inside her as she dug her fingernails into his arms and her body pulsed around him.
He collapsed to the side of her and pulled her close as they both sought to catch their breaths. “There’s no turning back now, Ellie. You are my wife, even if the vows have not been made yet.”
She looked up at him and smiled. “I am yours, Oliver. Now and forever.”
THE END
