Page 47 of Pursuing Mr. Mattingly

“Now I know where Hannah has come by her penchant for plain speaking.” It made his spirit soar. Oliver put a hand beneath one of her thighs and encouraged her leg upward. She curved it about his hip, anchoring her heel into his backside. It was easily the most erotic thing he’d experienced, and the fact that she was doing it added wonder to the coupling. Her body was completely open to him, an offering of sorts, while the tip of his member glanced along her sensitive flesh.

“It’s quite the only way to live. Now.” Sophia kissed him, and the feeling imparted in that one kiss nearly saw him undone.

“Mmm.” When he flexed his hips and buried himself as deep as he could go, she moaned in pure appreciation, and the sound blended with his. “This is my favorite part.” Burying himself in her honeyed heat, going as deep as he could, irrevocably joining them together, yes, he had essentially waited to live for these moments. “Ah, Sophia, how I love you.” Then he captured her lips once more while resting his free hand on the wall near her head.

Then there was no more need for words. They communed by touch and the brush of lips. Sighs and sounds of enjoyment and pleasure punctuated the silence of the room. The hot, stale air of the attics disappeared as he worked his length into her body, withdrew, and joined them again merely for the joy of it. Pure need reflected on her face, but that light in her eyes as she held his gaze sent tingles through his belly. Her fingers dug into his shoulder while she wriggled her other hand between their bodies to fondle and squeeze his stones. Intense sensation slammed into him, but he gritted his teeth against those feelings, for he wanted his joining to last as long as it could. Over and over, he speared into her. She met him thrust for thrust, pulled him closer with pressure of her heel to the small of his back and the gentle squeeze on his rear.

“Oliver.” The name floated on a breathless whisper. Her eyes shuddered closed, and her head lolled onto a shoulder. “More.”

“Gladly.” He changed his rhythm as he snaked a hand to her waist, his fingers gripping her, holding her close. With every stroke, her breasts bounced, those pink nipples hard and inviting, but he was nearly gone. “This holiday has been life-changing,” he murmured while peppering her jawline with feather weighted kisses.

“You have certainly changed mine, and I…” She panted, and the muscles of her core fluttered with tiny contractions. “I… I, oh…” A shiver wracked her shoulders. “I am coming to love you, Oliver, but it terrifies me.”

“Then I must try harder to set your mind at ease.” Yet, he silently rejoiced, for she’d finally said the words he desperately wished to hear. He continued to work her body as if he were a maestro and she a pianoforte. Harder and harder he pushed so that they slammed against the wall. Deeper and deeper, he stroked, and shivers of pure need streaked through him. Faster and faster his hips moved. Sophia clung to his shoulders, meeting him thrust for thrust, kissing his lips, his cheek, his chin.

When he met her gaze, the emotions there confirmed what she’d already said, and it was the most beautiful thing in the world. In that moment, pieces of his soul flew into her keeping while she gifted him with pieces of hers. It was the most rewarding, romantic moment of his life.

“Give me more, Oliver. I need you harder. Bigger.”

“But your heart…”

“Then give me what you will.”

As he did as she’d requested, he slipped his fingers between their bodies, found that slick, swollen button at her center, and applied friction to it until she writhed against him. Though he was nearly spent, he gritted his teeth, refusing to hit release unless she came with him.

Heat tingled through his stones; he wouldn’t last. “Sophia, please tell me you’re close.”

She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she threw back her head, dug her fingernails into his shoulder while tightening her leg about his waist. A muffled scream escaped her as she apparently fell over the edge into bliss. “Oliver!”

Damn, but she was beautiful while in the throes of passion. Her enjoyment ushered in his own release, and with each of her contractions, he was sucked downward into that spiral where there was no sound. White light sprinkled with rainbows wrapped around him. Pleasure slammed into him, washed through his body in a cleansing tide. He thrust once more time, spearing her to the wall as his member pulsed.

“I trust that was to your liking,” he whispered against her mouth. Good heavens, the heat of her lips, the sweetness of her pulled him back like the unrelenting tide. He could spend hours merely learning how to kiss her properly.

“It was wonderful.” With a satisfied sigh, she eased her leg from around his waist, and when her knees wobbled, she giggled.

The sound went straight to his heart. “It’s always a good sign when a woman is unsteady on her feet after being thoroughly loved.”

“Cheeky.” But she didn’t offer a protest.

“Perhaps you should rest. No doubt your heart is racing, and that isn’t a good thing in your condition.” As she tugged her bodice back into place, he guided her to a nearby trunk and encouraged her to sit. “How do you feel?”

She pressed a hand to her throat then her chest. “Wonderfully exhausted and spent.” The drowsiness in her expression provoked a grin from him. Then her gaze travelled down his body to linger on his flagging length. “Do you think we might have time to do that again before we’re expected for tea?”

“Now who’s the cheeky one?” Oliver tucked his member back into his trousers and did up the buttons of his frontfalls. “Give me a half hour to refract then I’ll answer you, but we should be careful and not overly tax you.”

“I’ll worry about my health, Mr. Mattingly, and I say I’m not quite done with you.” Yet she looked fatigued and exhausted and all too pale.

“Message received.” Truly, this was the best day of his life, and now that they’d shared soulful moments, he felt lighter than before.

How could he let her go when God decided to take her?

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