by Lynne Barron
Olivia smiled shyly before dropping her gaze. One slender hand trailed into the water, her fingers swirling through the shallow bubbles, leaving a trail of clear water that teased him with another glimpse of her breasts, of her hidden treasures.
“I’m nearly done,” she whispered, peeking up at him through her lashes.
“Or I could join you,” he offered, surprised at the quiet calm of his voice. He felt anything but calm. He was awash in rush of anticipation, his blood pumping in his veins, pooling hot and heavy in his cock.
“I don’t know,” she murmured doubtfully. “Will the tub hold us both? Won’t the water overflow?”
Jack stepped forward and bent down to grasp the handles of two deep pails that sat empty beside the copper tub. Without a word he dropped one then the other into the water, swirling them around until they were full before hefting them up and replacing them on the floor.
He turned to find Olivia staring up at him, her hands hovering over her breasts, her legs crossed at the ankles.
“I’ve seen your luscious body,” he murmured, his hands going to the belt of his robe.
“You think my body is luscious?” she asked in surprise. “I’ve born two children. I’m not as slim as I once was. And don’t you think my breasts are a bit…droopy?”
With the question she rose to sit up straight, her hands falling to her sides, the water lapping around her waist and hips. She arched her back slightly, presenting said breasts to him.
“Hell, no,” he replied on a growl, his eyes fastened on her perfect breasts. “Your breasts are perfect, round and soft and unbelievably luscious.”
Olivia laughed softly before leaning back once more, one long leg rising from the water, her toes pointed toward him as if beckoning him to join her.
With a shrug of his broad shoulders, his robe fell to the floor and her gaze dropped to his cock jutting out before him. He cupped the shaft, drew his hand down the length, watched as Olivia’s eyes widened. He dropped his hand and stepped to the edge of the tub, her eyes never leaving his pulsing length. He circled around until he stood at her shoulder. Olivia tilted her head back, a question in her silvery eyes.
“Scoot forward,” Jack said.
Olivia complied immediately, her movements slow and graceful, water lapping around her and up the sides of the big tub. Jack stepped in behind her, surprised to find the water still warm, almost hot, and squatted down behind her. With a sigh of contentment he stretched his legs out along hers, his bent knees barely above the water, before pulling her back against his chest.
“This is lovely,” she murmured as she snuggled back against him, her hands coming to rest on his thighs, her fingers trailing through the dark hairs sending gooseflesh rippling over his limbs.
Jack tucked her head into the crook of his shoulder, her curls wet and cool against his heated skin. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands drifting over her soft, supple belly.
“You are luscious,” he whispered into her ear before tracing the swirling contours lightly with his tongue. “Luscious and soft. A veritable feast, an orgy of delicious curves that I cannot wait to get my hands on.”
“Why wait?” she purred, scooting back to press against his cock rising between them.
“Why, indeed?” Jack trailed his hands up over her belly until he cupped her breasts, his thumbs sweeping over her nipples.
Olivia hummed in pleasure, her back arching, pushing her breasts into his hands, her lush round ass nestling against his shaft. Jack grasped her nipples between his thumbs and fingers, pulling gently, elongating the turgid peaks until she cried out.
“Too much?” he asked, releasing the pebbled flesh, soothing with soft caresses.
“No,” she whispered with a delicate shudder. “I could feel it all the way to my…”
Jack hesitated for one quick, heavy beat of his heart, before quietly offering, “your core.”
“My core,” she repeated with a slight shake of her head. “Is that what you call my womanly parts?”
Jack chuckled around a groan, his heartbeat increasing, his cock jerking against her bottom.
“It isn’t,” she guessed. “When you think of my…of a woman’s…what words…”
“Sheath,” he suggested.
“Sheath,” she repeated doubtfully, pressing her hands to his on her breasts in an unspoken request, and Jack realized his fingers had fallen still. He dragged his thumbs over and around her nipples, eliciting a soft moan from the woman in his arms.
Again he plucked gently, alternating pressure, shifting angles, carefully measuring her responses, learning what she enjoyed, what made her shiver, what made her cry out softly.
“More,” she whispered on a broken breath, her back curving once more, her ass pushing against his cock, drawing a groan from him that came from deep within his chest.
Jack gave her more, rhythmically pinching and twirling her nipples between thumbs and fingers until she was writhing, water lapping against the sides of the tub, her breath panting between her lips, and her fingers digging into his thighs.
“Jesus, Livy,” he growled against her neck, his lips and tongue playing over her soft flesh, his teeth lightly nipping at her.
“Jack!” She squirmed against him, one hand rising from his legs and fluttering over the water as if she didn’t know what to do with it.
Jack released one breast, smiled against her neck at her whimper, and took her hand in his, bringing it to her bare breast. He squeezed her hand and the soft flesh beneath, moved her fingers until they rested over her nipple, the pink peak poking between them.
“Show me,” he growled into the juncture of her shoulder, his mouth open and wet on her, his breath sawing in and out of his lungs. “Pinch your nipple, Livy, show me what you like, what sends pleasure shooting to your hot little cunny.”
“My hot little cunny,” she repeated on a breathy moan as her fingers and thumb plucked at her nipple, pulling it from her body before letting it fall back. Jack lifted his hand from hers, mimicked her movements with his other hand until they were both pinching and tugging on her pink nipples in a rhythm that perfectly matched.
He dragged his hand down her belly, his fingers delving into the dark curls that shielded her quim. He found her clitoris, already hard and begging for his touch. With sure strokes he picked up the tempo of their hands on her nipples.
Olivia’s legs fell open in welcome, her hips undulating, catching the tempo, moving in counterpoint. Her other hand came down to clasp his wrist, to push his hand harder, heavier against her quivering flesh. Soft moans drifted around them as she lost herself to the pleasure.
And all the while Jack watched her, his mouth open and wet on her shoulder, her neck, his lips hot on her flesh, his tongue trailing along her collarbone, into the hollow of her throat as she arched her long neck back. He watched Olivia come apart in his arms, watched as her fingers released her nipple, as her hand wrapped around her breast, too small to contain her overflowing flesh. When she squeezed one breast, he squeezed the other, when she cupped her weight, he matched her frantic movement, cupping, lifting. She spread her fingers wide until her nipple rose between the first and the second, pinched the peak between them and continued clasping and squeezing her soft flesh.
He watched her hips thrash in the water, watched her mound rise almost out of warm suds, her hand clenching his wrist, baring down, urging him on. The room reverberated with her moans, with his growling groans, as lust sparked and seethed between them.
“Please,” she begged, her voice like rough velvet. “I need…”
“I know what you need,” he growled, slapping his hand down over her mound, his palm heavy over her throbbing clit. He pushed deeper between her legs, found her cunny and thrust two fingers into her heat. Olivia’s hips rose up, her movements frantic as she fought to take his fingers deep into her body.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered, turning her face into his shoulder, her mouth open, her breath warm on his skin. �
�Jack, please, please…”
He withdrew his fingers, his calloused palm dragging over her clit, drawing a fractured moan from her. He pressed down, pushed his hand across the sensitive peak, over her wet folds, and thrust his fingers back into her, harder, deeper. Again she rose up to meet his penetration, her hips bucking, taking him deeper still.
“Come on, baby,” he grunted, the breath sawing through his open mouth. “Come for me, Livy. I want to feel your tight little quim clench around my fingers.”
On a low, raspy moan Olivia bowed up out of the water, her hips writhing, twisting, her head nearly colliding with his chin as she arched her neck back. He held her there, suspended above the water, his fingers buried deep within her quivering, clenching cunny. With his other hand he pinched her nipple and squeezed her full breast to the rhythm she set with her hand upon the other.
Olivia came hard, her entire body trembling, her hand locked around his wrist, her nails digging into his skin. Her orgasm went on and on, her body drawn tight, soft mewling sounds falling from her open mouth.
Jack had never seen anything more beautiful, more erotic than Olivia coming apart in his arms, lost to the hedonistic pleasure, mindless to anything but his hand between her legs, his hand on her breast, her hand on the other.
“Christ, Livy,” he groaned in wonder as, with one last shudder, she fell back into the water, fell back against his chest. Water lapped over the sides of the tub, splashing onto the floor, as she landed with her ass softly bumping against his rigid shaft.
She turned her head, her mouth open and searching, and Jack realized with surprise that he’d yet to kiss her. He’d brought her to climax without having once kissed her. He fused his mouth to hers, drank in the soft hum of satisfaction that vibrated on her lips when he thrust his tongue into her waiting warmth. He kissed her roughly, unable to control the lust that drove him.
Olivia reveled in his hard kiss, tilted her head back to rest on his shoulder and submitted to the beast within him. One trembling hand rose to delve into his hair, her fingernails scraping along his scalp, tempting him to deepen the kiss, to unleash the beast. Jack sucked her bottom lip deep into his mouth, bit down and Olivia whimpered softly, her hand fisting in his hair.
Startled, afraid he’d hurt her, scared her, he pulled back, attempted to break the kiss. She tugged him closer, with only her fingers in his hair she lured him deeper into the mire of desire that swirled around him, within him. With a dark, desperate groan Jack let himself go, kissing her long and hard, his tongue spearing into her mouth, his teeth scraping along her lips, biting, nibbling, ravenous for her.
With a low growl, he released her lips, dragged his mouth along her jaw, down the column of her throat, before wrapping his hands around her arms and lifting her.
Olivia met his gaze over her shoulder, her eyes glinting silver in the glow of the fire in the hearth.
“On your knees,” he grated out between clenched teeth, desperate to claim her, to bury his aching cock in her wet heat. “Grab the rim.”
With a shuddering breath, Olivia followed his dark command, her arms stretched out before her, her fingers wrapping around the rim at the end of the tub as she moved onto her knees, her ass just above the water.
Jack positioned himself behind her, pushed her legs wide open with hands that shook, and wedged his hips between her thighs. His hands skimmed over her soft, supple flesh before coming to rest on her ass. He squeezed once, twice, his hands molding her warm flesh, his breath stuttering in his chest as he valiantly attempted to rein in the hunger that thrummed through his veins.
Olivia pushed back against his hands, her wet folds brushing against his cock hanging heavy and pulsing between her legs.
“Livy,” he whispered, torn between the need to thrust into her, to fuck her hard and fast, and the need to gentle his possession, to temper his desire.
“Please, Jack.” She turned to look at him over her shoulder, her lips open and wet, her eyes glowing. “Fill my cunny with your cock.”
And Jack was lost. He brought the engorged head of his cock to her tight little cunny, gripped her hips and thrust into her wet heat, hard and deep, until he was buried within, until his balls bounced against her mound with the force of his penetration.
“Oh, God!” Olivia cried out, her hips jerking in his hands, her back curving and her hands gripping the rim of the tub.
“Damn,” he growled as he withdrew until only the head of his shaft remained, her inner muscles clenching around him. “Livy?”
“Again,” she begged, 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 k
new,” 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 into the bed, her head cuddling the pillow, until with another soft sigh, she lay still.
Jack crawled in beside her, matching his chest to her back, curling his legs beneath her bottom, and wrapping his arm over her waist.
“This is nice,” she murmured.
“Spooning?” he asked, nuzzling her nape.
“Spooning,” she repeated, her voice little more than a soft breath.
“Haven’t you ever spooned before?” he asked before the truth hit him. “Did Palmerton never spend the night in your bed?”
“I never thought to ask him to.”
Jack pulled her tight against him. “When we’re married you’ll never need to ask.”
He waited with breath held for her response before leaning over her to see her eyes closed and a soft smile drifting around her lips. He studied her profile, watched the play of firelight drift over her flushed skin, watched her lashes flutter, the long dark hairs casting shadows over her cheeks. She blew a soft contented breath, her lips puckering for a moment before her mouth fell open and the tip of her tongue came out to delicately trail across her lower lip. He felt her soft inhalation, felt her back expand against his chest, felt her breath drift over his arm when she exhaled.
Jack lay his head upon the pillow next to hers, his lips resting against the soft skin and silken hair at her nape, and timed his breaths to hers, until his eyes drifted closed and sleep took him.
Chapter Nine