her ass wiggling as she pushed back
against his invading cock.
Jack slammed into her, filling her, stretching her, again
and again. And Olivia met each thrust with a throaty cry and a twist of her
hips, urging him on. She released the slippery rim, her hands splashing into
the water. On her hands and knees, free to move with him, she bowed her back,
her ass rising in the air. She pushed back against each of his wild thrusts,
taking him deeper and deeper into her body.
Mindless with lust, Jack pounded into her until with a rough
groan, his climax took hold of him, blinding him to everything but the
unimaginable pleasure that rolled over him, tightening his balls, throbbing
down the length of his shaft.
Buried deep within her tight quim, he felt her walls closing
around him before, with a guttural moan, she came around him, clenching around
his cock, squeezing, milking the last of his seed.
Jack released his tight grip on her hips and fell forward,
his forehead coming to rest between her shoulder blades, his hands landing in
the water beside hers, taking his weight and holding him suspended over her. He
pressed his lips to her heaving back, held them there, barely moving, as he
pulled air deep into his starving lungs.
It wasn’t until Olivia moaned softly, her limbs trembling
beneath him, that he became fully aware of his surroundings, of the cooling
water, the warm air, the golden light of the fire shifting and dancing around
the room.
“Livy,” he breathed against her spine.
“Oh, Jack,” she whispered, her head slowly shaking as she
drew a stuttering breath, her back rising beneath his lips. “I never knew… My
God, I never knew.”
Jack smiled, placed a soft kiss on her warm flesh and gently
pulled his cock from her soft, wet warmth, amazed to find that he was still
hard, though no longer pulsing with need. He climbed from the water and stood
looking down at Olivia as she pushed back until she was sitting in the center
of the big tub, her hands gripping the rim, her head bowed.
“Come here, love,” he murmured as he bent to carefully help
her to her feet. She looked up at him with a soft smile, her eyes blinking
sleepily.
With a satisfied chuckle, he lifted her slippery form into
his arms and turned to the bed. She wound her arms around his neck and laid her
head on his shoulder with a contented little sigh that lifted the damp hairs at
his nape.
“We’ll get the bed wet,” she whispered, nuzzling his neck.
Jack stopped beside the big bed, allowed her to drift down
his body until she stood before him swaying. “Can you stand?”
“I think so,” she answered around a small yawn.
But when he turned around with a long length of soft linen
in his hands, he found her sitting on the edge of the bed, her head bent
forward, her shoulders drooping. Jack knelt before her, gently rubbing the
toweling over her long legs, up over her belly and around to her back.
“It’s been years since someone dried me after my bath,” she
said, her words soft and slightly slurred.
“Doesn’t your lady’s maid care for you?” he asked in
surprise.
“Of course, but not…Celeste doesn’t touch me when I’m
naked,” she replied with a wispy laugh. “I don’t even touch myself…”
Jack looked up from his ministrations, arched a brow in
question.
“When I’m naked,” she finished shyly.
“You seemed to enjoy it,” he said, standing before her and
draping the towel over her head and shoulders.
“I never knew,” she whispered with a shake of her head.
Jack finished drying her hair in silence, his mind filled
with the image of Olivia’s small hand cupping her breast, her long, elegant
fingers plucking at her nipple.
“Under the covers,” he ordered gently as he pulled the towel
from her head. Her short sable curls stood up all over her head in every
direction.
Quickly he rubbed the last of the moisture from his body,
watching as she crawled under the covers, rolled onto her side and snuggled
down
against his invading cock.
Jack slammed into her, filling her, stretching her, again
and again. And Olivia met each thrust with a throaty cry and a twist of her
hips, urging him on. She released the slippery rim, her hands splashing into
the water. On her hands and knees, free to move with him, she bowed her back,
her ass rising in the air. She pushed back against each of his wild thrusts,
taking him deeper and deeper into her body.
Mindless with lust, Jack pounded into her until with a rough
groan, his climax took hold of him, blinding him to everything but the
unimaginable pleasure that rolled over him, tightening his balls, throbbing
down the length of his shaft.
Buried deep within her tight quim, he felt her walls closing
around him before, with a guttural moan, she came around him, clenching around
his cock, squeezing, milking the last of his seed.
Jack released his tight grip on her hips and fell forward,
his forehead coming to rest between her shoulder blades, his hands landing in
the water beside hers, taking his weight and holding him suspended over her. He
pressed his lips to her heaving back, held them there, barely moving, as he
pulled air deep into his starving lungs.
It wasn’t until Olivia moaned softly, her limbs trembling
beneath him, that he became fully aware of his surroundings, of the cooling
water, the warm air, the golden light of the fire shifting and dancing around
the room.
“Livy,” he breathed against her spine.
“Oh, Jack,” she whispered, her head slowly shaking as she
drew a stuttering breath, her back rising beneath his lips. “I never knew… My
God, I never knew.”
Jack smiled, placed a soft kiss on her warm flesh and gently
pulled his cock from her soft, wet warmth, amazed to find that he was still
hard, though no longer pulsing with need. He climbed from the water and stood
looking down at Olivia as she pushed back until she was sitting in the center
of the big tub, her hands gripping the rim, her head bowed.
“Come here, love,” he murmured as he bent to carefully help
her to her feet. She looked up at him with a soft smile, her eyes blinking
sleepily.
With a satisfied chuckle, he lifted her slippery form into
his arms and turned to the bed. She wound her arms around his neck and laid her
head on his shoulder with a contented little sigh that lifted the damp hairs at
his nape.
“We’ll get the bed wet,” she whispered, nuzzling his neck.
Jack stopped beside the big bed, allowed her to drift down
his body until she stood before him swaying. “Can you stand?”
“I think so,” she answered around a small yawn.
But when he turned around with a long length of soft linen
in his hands, he found her sitting on the edge of the bed, her head bent
forward, her shoulders drooping. Jack knelt before her, gently rubbing the
toweling over her long legs, up over her belly and around to her back.
“It’s been years since someone dried me after my bath,” she
said, her words soft and slightly slurred.
“Doesn’t your lady’s maid care for you?” he asked in
surprise.
“Of course, but not…Celeste doesn’t touch me when I’m
naked,” she replied with a wispy laugh. “I don’t even touch myself…”
Jack looked up from his ministrations, arched a brow in
question.
“When I’m naked,” she finished shyly.
“You seemed to enjoy it,” he said, standing before her and
draping the towel over her head and shoulders.
“I never knew,” she whispered with a shake of her head.
Jack finished drying her hair in silence, his mind filled
with the image of Olivia’s small hand cupping her breast, her long, elegant
fingers plucking at her nipple.
“Under the covers,” he ordered gently as he pulled the towel
from her head. Her short sable curls stood up all over her head in every
direction.
Quickly he rubbed the last of the moisture from his body,
watching as she crawled under the covers, rolled onto her side and snuggled
down
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