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“Good. Tell me what you want.”
Olivia looked at him with a pleading gaze. She lifted her hips, rubbing her sweet folds against his cock. Jarvis’s eyes fell closed.
“Good,” he croaked. “Me too.”
Olivia wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Jarvis ran his hands down her sides. He caressed her soft buttocks, then took her by her thighs and slowly lifted her knees. Olivia instinctively wrapped her legs about his thighs. The feel of her feet grazing his legs was almost too much to bear.
“Do you want me?” he whispered. Jarvis took himself in hand and rubbed Olivia’s wet folds.
Olivia whimpered and nodded.
“Tell me you want me.”
“I want you,” she said with a breathy moan.
Jarvis could not stall any longer. He put his cock to her center and gave a thrust, stretching her slowly. She was so hot and tight he had trouble keeping himself in control. He felt sweat covering his body and dripping down his forehead. It took all his self-control to go slow.
“Relax, my love. Oh, God, please relax,” he groaned.
Olivia breathed heavily, looking him directly in the eyes. She was frightened, but she didn’t make a sound.
Why did men never talk about how taxing it was to take a lady’s virtue? He wanted it to be good for her. He had no idea how to make it so when all he wanted was to thrust into her and take what was his, while her frightened gaze made him want to soothe her and reassure her.
He kissed her mouth again, tickling her with his tongue, and he felt her relax beneath him. His one hand went down to the little bud above her center. He played with it, circling and caressing it until she started moaning into his mouth.
Then she lifted her hips, her inner muscles relaxing and taking more of him in.
Jarvis was ready to cry from the relief. He placed his hands on either side of her head, gave another thrust until he was fully seated inside her, his cock enveloped in her inviting warmth. He kissed her jaw, her cheek, her nose. Then he placed his forehead against hers and looked into her eyes.
Her gaze wasn’t frightened anymore. It was covered with a lusty haze.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
Olivia whimpered in answer and lifted her hips again.
Jarvis grinned. “Good.” He withdrew slightly, and Olivia curled her fingers into his shoulders. He kissed her parted lips. “Do not worry,” he whispered. “I’ll take care of you.”
And then he entered her once more. He repeated the action, and Olivia met his hips with hers, seeking the feeling of flesh meeting flesh. Jarvis kissed her again, their parted lips trying to get hold of each other, trying to capture every moan out of the other’s mouth as their hips met in an unrelenting rhythm. Jarvis wanted to be locked in this dance with Olivia forever, but his body had other plans. He couldn’t last much longer.
He returned his hand to her swollen nub, caressing it and circling it until her breath started coming out in gasps.
“Come, damn it,” he growled, unable to hold on much longer.
To his great relief, Olivia cried out, and he felt her inner muscles pulsing. On a groan, Jarvis let himself go and spilled his seed inside her inviting flesh. He collapsed on top of her, his hands cradling her buttocks, holding her closer to him.
When Jarvis opened his eyes, it was dark in the room. The glowing embers of the remnants of fire were slowly dying down in the hearth. It was almost dawn. Soon the chambermaid would come in, and if she found Jarvis in her mistress’s bed, it would be another kind of scandal.
Jarvis raised his head, and Olivia stirred beneath him. He’d fallen asleep on top of her. He had probably crushed her. With a groan, he lifted himself off her and lay on his back next to her. Olivia whimpered in her sleep and instinctively inched closer to him, seeking his heat.
Jarvis collected her closer to his chest and covered them both with the coverlet. He kissed her on her forehead and whispered against her skin, “I have to leave soon, my love. It’s almost dawn.”
Olivia snaked her arm around his chest and hugged him closer. “Don’t go,” she whispered.
Jarvis let out a strained groan. “I’d give anything to spend the morning in your arms, darling. But I can’t be found in your bed. I don’t want the servants spreading scandalous whispers about us.”
Olivia didn’t answer. She just burrowed further in the crook of his shoulder.
“But I shall come calling on your father today.”
