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He raised her nightgown and closed his lips around her sensitive center. Olivia gasped, her hands immediately going to cradle his head.
Jarvis licked and ate at her center, growling and groaning as he did so, adding sensations to her already raw nerve endings.
Olivia moaned, feeling as his tongue circled her sensitive nub, split her feminine lips, and licked her flowing juices. He placed his mouth over her and sucked lightly, igniting sparkles behind her eyelids.
Olivia’s hips lifted, and Jarvis held fast, continuing to devour her. Olivia’s hips moved against his lips, his tongue, chasing the feeling of complete bliss.
Olivia cried out as the feeling enveloped her. Her hips fell back to the bed, her chest rising and falling with the rapid beating of her heart. She was tired, spent, and absolutely blissful.
Jarvis climbed over her and kissed her neck, then licked her pulse.
Olivia whimpered; her skin was too sensitive to endure more of his ministrations.
Jarvis undid his breeches and took himself in hand. Olivia looked at his engorged length curiously. It was angry red, his skin pulled tight as if about to burst.
She reached for it but pulled her hand away before she even touched him.
Jarvis smiled crookedly. “You can touch it if you want,” he croaked.
Olivia swallowed. She slowly reached out and touched his length. The skin was soft to her touch. But beneath the silky skin, the rod was hard, almost like steel. Olivia encircled it with her fingers and it jumped in reaction.
Olivia raised her eyes to his face. Jarvis had his eyes closed. He enveloped her hand with his and finally met her gaze.
“Your touch is driving me mad.”
“Should I let go?” she whispered.
Jarvis grinned. “No, my dear. I want to experience the same bliss you did just a moment ago.”
“What should I do?” Olivia squeezed his length and his eyes fell closed again.
“Just that,” he croaked and thrust his length into her palm.
Olivia blinked. It was a marvelous experience, holding him in her hand, controlling his desire, his sensations, just like he did for her.
She ran her hand up and down his length, studying his facial features.
Jarvis groaned. “God, Olive. I am going to come. Too soon…”
He looked as if he was in pain. She slacked her hold on him, but he tightened his hand over hers.
“Squeeze me tighter, Olive. Please.”
Olivia smiled and squeezed him tighter. He thrust into her hand again, moving in a relentless rhythm. After a few more thrusts, he shut his eyes, tensing.
She could feel his length pulsing in her hand and then hot, white liquid spewed onto her nightgown.
Jarvis watched another one of Olivia’s nightgowns burn.
“By the time I marry you, I shall not have any nightgowns left,” she remarked from the bed.
Jarvis turned and grinned at her. “Didn’t you say you slept naked, anyway? Besides, I shall have a rule in my house that my wife cannot wear any clothing to bed. In fact, no clothing at all.”
Olivia chuckled. “What if I am cold?”
Jarvis climbed back into bed and burrowed under the covers. “I shall warm you.”
Olivia smiled and snuggled close to him. “Why are you in your regular attire today? Are you not part of the Shadows anymore?”
