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He kissed her and braced one hand on the mattress. Staring into her eyes, his free hand feathered light touches on her breasts spilling out of her stays. His other arm shook from holding himself up. Need racked his body from the sweetest pleasure-pain.
His cock was buried deep inside Livvy.
“You are a good man,” she whispered, slipping her hands under his shirt.
Livvy’s fingertips drew light lines on his skin before raking his skin to his navel. He shuddered. Holding still was a feat. It tested the limits of his restraint. Weakness stole up his legs.
“Livvy…I…” His gut tightened when her fingers skimmed the nest of hair above his cock.
Her quim’s inner walls squeezed him again. Livvy rocked back and forth, making the bed ropes squeak. Little movements, gentle as a swaying ship. Back and forth. Back and forth.
“I like this,” she whispered, pulling him closer. “I want this, more of this…more of you, Jonas.”
His stones hurt and his cock ached from the waiting. But, Livvy was worth it. He ceased thinking and let his body feel. Nature was having its way between them. Need rushed him. His hips bumped against hers, rusty and imperfect. Livvy didn’t seem to mind. Her hips bumped against his. The mattress creaked louder. The bed frame banged the tower wall. Faster and harder. Their breaths mingled. He rained kisses on her cheek and mouth, hungry for Livvy. There was a world of things he wanted to say, and none of them he could voice. Clarity was lost.
Passion rushed fast and hard. Livvy’s blissful cries blended with his guttural moans, the purest music as they reached for their pleasure together.
The tower faded. His past and his future.
Life was this moment with Livvy. No one was going to keep her from him.
No one.
Chapter Eight
Pain gave wayto bliss. Jonas crashed into her. Or did she crash into him?
Joining with a man wasn’t what she expected, this shock of emotions and sensations. Tender skin twitched between her legs. She’d be sore. The benefit of an older, once-married sister was whispered confidences of the marriage bed.
But she was not married to Jonas.
This was an assignation in her tower, fully dressed while surrounded by the smells of vinegar and Roman antiquities and dirt. The past always came with a little dirt.
Jonas lay on top of her, breathing hard and sucking her neck. Hot, wanton flares burned down to simmering spangles. Her body was alive. Was it possible sex was meant for a woman’s well-being? Further exploration was necessary. A complete study to catalogue all the things a man and a woman could do to each other and the corresponding response. Her body craved more…his waistcoat’s slippery silk on her stomach, her fingers combing his short hair, Jonas’s earring skimming her arm. The metal was warm from their embrace. Velvet abraded her nipples. Big, hairy thighs rubbed hers. Sensations pummeled her, too many to assess properly. One feeling, though, was most curious.
“You’re shrinking inside me.”
Jonas laughed against her neck, the vibration as satisfying as his stones resting against her vagina. He nuzzled her earlobe and her booted heel dug into the mattress when he found a ticklish spot.
Her hips wiggled. She tested her inner muscles, squeezing him again. “Definitely softer now.”
He pushed up, his smile a white crescent in the dark. “As it happens when sexual congress ends.”
“I should like to do this again.” She tugged down her shirt when icy air bit her exposed skin. “But with less clothes and a warm chamber.”
“Have plans do you?” Gentle mirth filled his words.
Jonas withdrew from her and rose from the bed. She felt the stickiness of his seed and her sex mingling between her legs. The slickness of it.
His loss chilled her, but she was in no hurry to get up. “I liked you kissing my neck afterward. There should be more of that.”
“Duly noted,” he said, pulling up his breeches.
It was fascinating watching Jonas collect himself. He tucked in his shirt and didn’t bother to retie his smalls. Was that a post-sex habit of his to neglect his smalls? Jonas scowled, too, when he smoothed his shirt inside his velvet breeches.
“You understand this was rushed. It all happened too quick.”
She mumbled something, the words unintelligible from her finger resting on her bottom lip.
