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what aroused him more—the instant shiver that came from hearing her speak his given name, or the pant of approval as he massaged the sensitive nub. They should retreat to the comfort of the bed, but he liked the way his nymph moved against his hand, rolling her hips like the gentle undulations of the sea.
“Shall I make you come like this, Vivienne?”
Her head fell back, exposing the elegant column of her throat. “Your words, your voice, they’re as stimulating as your fingers. Oh! Don’t stop, Evan.”
Stop? He’d rather fifty lashes with a birch.
She reached down between their hot bodies and stroked the length of his cock. Damn. Her untutored touch was beyond divine.
“I need to be inside you, love.” This would be a quick affair, he feared. They had the whole night to work up to an encore. “Don’t be afraid. Trust me to take care of you.”
“I do, I do trust you.”
He scooped her up into his arms and carried her to bed. She tried to protest when he kissed his way down between the valley of her thighs.
“Trust me, love,” he whispered, though she surrendered with the first flick of his tongue.
As long as he lived, he would never forget the way she gripped his hair, the way she anchored his mouth to her sex and convulsed. There was nothing staged about her whimpers, nothing fake. She cried his name as if he were a knight come to her rescue, the hero of her tale.
The moment he settled between her thighs, he felt a stirring in his chest as fierce as the one gripping his cock. Indeed, when she wrapped her legs around him, opening herself for his inevitable invasion, his only thought was of her.
“If you want me to stop simply say so.” He kissed her cheek, her chin, her lips. “We can lie together, talk if that is your wish.”
Fool! Never had he uttered such tender words. Never had he tried to talk a woman out of making love. But Vivienne was right. There was a crude term for what he’d done in the past, a term that in no way defined what was about to happen here.
Please say you want me.
She responded by smoothing her hands over the muscles in his back, arching into him. “I want my first time to be with you, Evan. Don’t worry. I hear the pain is often exaggerated.”
He wouldn’t know.
But he knew how to make her want him, how to tongue her mouth the way he’d tongued her sex. It didn’t take long for her to pant his name, to rock her hips and beg him to fill the emptiness.
He obliged. Hell, she was so tight, so warm and wet, so divine. The way she hugged his cock proved maddening. So maddening he almost forgot about her virtue as he moved in and out of her body. She moved with him, drawing him deeper with each moan of encouragement.
“Do it now,” she breathed upon sensing his sudden hesitance.
He pushed past her maidenhead with one hard thrust.
She gasped, took a few seconds to catch her breath before reassuring him all was well and urging him to continue.
He might have spent time lavishing her breasts, frolicking and feasting, but the intensity of their passion, the urgency for release, had him rocking into her like a lovesick buck.
Vivienne Hart made him feel like a virgin.
She did not lie there demanding pleasure. She hugged every inch of his body, kissed the bulging muscles in his arms, stroked him, looked deep into his eyes as she took every hard thrust. She made him feel like a king amongst men, made him feel worshipped and adored.
Then she did something else new and novel—she cupped his cheek as she found her release, touched him tenderly as she milked his manhood and squeezed him tight. Hell, he managed to withdraw in time, but he wanted to fill this woman with his seed, pour everything of himself into her, leave her soaked, dripping with the evidence of his devotion.
Chapter 14
Howarth’s Mathematical, Optical and Nautical Instruments shop employed two staff. One middle-aged man, dressed impeccably in black and sporting a sturdy pair of spectacles, demonstrated how to use an octant and sighting telescope to his customer. Behind another oak counter, a young fellow with fashionable side-whiskers had numerous quizzing glasses displayed on a velvet-lined tray. Thankfully, the elegant lady inspecting the objects decided she would consult her husband and return forthwith.