Page 62 of An Innocent Little Scandal (Sensual Scandals)

“Olivia…”

His raspy voice added to the growing ache between her thighs, and she pressed them together to add some relief to the persistent throbbing. “Miles…” she breathed in turn and started to work on the buttons of his trousers, but he set her away from him and spun her around.

“This is hardly fair,” he murmured next to her ear. “I have yet to sample any of your delights.” He made short work of her pelisse, and then slid down a corner of her gown where he sucked on the exposed skin there. Olivia moaned and with more flesh he revealed, he was there to sample it all.

Her dress began to sag, and she realized that he had untied her laces without her knowledge. Either he was that adept with the ties, or he had just managed to distract her to the point she didn’t notice. Perhaps it was both.

Her dress soon fell to her feet in a forgotten pool of blue. Her petticoats disappeared just as swiftly, and when she moved to step out of the growing pile of material, Miles caught her thigh before she could place her foot back down. Caught off balance, she fell back against him, but he was there to keep her upright.

He gently spread her thighs and ran his palm around toward her core, concealed only by the thin shift that she wore. His fingers slowly lifted the cotton, and between where her stocking ended and the chemise began, she saw his hand disappear between her legs. Her hips jerked at the first brush of his finger along the wet seam of her sex.

At first, he was probing the folds, but then he brushed something that caused the earlier throbbing she’d felt reach a crashing crescendo. Suddenly, that day in the library came rushing back, flooding her with the pleasure she’d experienced. “Ahh…” She couldn’t even form the proper words, as he had robbed her of coherent speech.

Her hips rolled in time to each torturous stroke of his finger, as if her body yearned to do something she didn’t yet fully understand. There was a rush of moisture as he thrust a finger inside of her womanly passage and started a new rhythm that had her almost panting, searching for a way to end this torment, and yet, wishing that the bliss coursing through her would never end.

Suddenly, something started to erupt deep down in her core. It started as a gentle hum, but then, as it branched out and began to overtake her, it shot molten lava through her veins. She clutched her fists at her sides and closed her eyes and shuddered, as she rode the burst of pleasure that was flowing throughout her limbs.

It was endless, and yet, it wasn’t nearly long enough. When most of the explosion had passed, her eyes drifted open and she turned her head to be rewarded by a long, lingering kiss from Miles.

And just like that, she was eager for more.

Just as he’d promised her.

Miles worked on the laces of her stays and when they fell away, he lifted Olivia into his arms and walked over to the bed. He laid her down, and reached for the hem of her shift, which he removed in one fluid motion. Left naked, other than her stockings and slippers, she forced herself to keep her hands at her sides as he looked his fill of her body. For a long time, he didn’t say anything, just allowed that midnight stare to slowly travel down to the tips of her feet, and back up until he caught her gaze once more.

“You are exquisite, Olivia. I have never beheld your equal in real life, or in sculpture. You are a goddess, and I fully intend to worship you.”

Olivia trembled at his words, but it wasn’t in fright. In truth, she had never imagined anything like this in her wildest fantasies. He was looking at her as if he wished to devour every single inch of her, and she was inclined to let him take what he wanted.

Gladly.

He reached out and slid his thumb across one of her nipples and she inhaled sharply and arched her back. At her response, he went even further and cupped one of the quivering mounds with his palm, rolling the point along the center of his palm.

Olivia’s legs moved restlessly, but she couldn’t help it. She could feel that familiar urgency starting to build in her midsection, her stomach fluttering with an awakened, sexual awareness.

“You’re so responsive to my touch,” he whispered, almost in awe. “And if I could pleasure you all day for the rest of my life, I would die a happy man.”

With that, he lowered his head and brought the peak of her breast into his mouth and sucked. Olivia reached out and grabbed his shoulders and clung to him as he caressed one, and then the other, until she was murmuring almost incoherently. “Miles… Please… I…Ohhh…”

His hand found the same spot within her womanly folds, but instead of teasing her, he moved away. She moaned at the loss, until he replaced his fingers with his wicked tongue. This time her hands weaved into his hair, and as he brought her to a second climax with his mouth, she cried out his name as tremors of ecstasy poured through her like a tidal wave.

As Olivia started to come back to her senses, she looked down to see that Miles had unbuttoned his trousers. Keeping his gaze locked on hers, he slid them down over his narrow hips and kicked them to the side. Next, he removed her slippers, and tossed them to the floor. The stockings he left on until the last, where he gently bent down and caught the top between his lips and slowly pulled them off. With his teeth.

Olivia was balanced between the line of reality and fantasy as Miles slowly crawled up her body, his strong arms flexing with his movements. With his dark eyes and equally midnight black hair, he looked like a predator getting ready to lay claim to his prey.

She opened her arms to him and as he slid into her embrace—he reversed their positions. She straddled him now, a leg on either side of his hips. She could feel the hard, impressive length of his manhood pulsing urgently against her bottom.

She swallowed nervously at such a vulnerable position, but then he reached between their bodies and began to stroke that same, magical place. She couldn’t imagine that her body would be ready again so quickly, but she bit her lip as a new wave of anticipation began to zing through her lower belly. When she was starting to fall into the expanse and lose herself, that is when he left her long enough to position his cock at her entrance.

He thrust upward and for a moment, she was dazzled by the intrusion to her body. It was a sensation both foreign and odd, but when he began to slide his cock in and out of her, the earlier discomfort began to change into something… different and not entirely unpleasant. Once she got used to the feeling of the fullness, of being stretched to the limit and beyond, she decided that it was quite lovely, indeed.

She was soon lost to the rhythm he began and together they created a melody as old as time itself.

Olivia watched as the veins and muscles in Miles’s neck tightened and then his movements became even faster and more relentless. She was enthralled by the sight as he found his release, and when he stilled and spilled himself inside of her, she gasped, for she had never beheld anything so… magnificent.

Miles was breathing heavily for a moment, and then he reached up and drew Olivia to his chest. He rolled them to the side so that he could draw her within the comforting circle of his arms. Olivia snuggled closer to him, because it had been months since she had felt this… safe.

She glanced into his face and saw his eyes were glittering with approval, or pride, she wasn’t sure which, but neither did she care, for she was feeling much the same. She yearned to stretch like a cat who was lazing in a sunny windowsill and couldn’t seem to keep her lips from turning upward into a smile.

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