A Taste of Temptation (24 page)

“I’m going to take you fast the first time. It’s been too long since I’ve been with a woman. My desire for you is great, and I won’t be able to take it slow and wait. But after the first time, I’ll give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
Oh, yes!

Andrew’s fingertips still lay softly on her lips, so rather than speak, she nodded. She knew that the first time a woman mated with a man that there was discomfort, but Olivia was not worried. With Andrew there was no fear.

“It’s going to be a long night. I’m not stopping until I’ve had my fill of you.”

Her eyes searched his face for some deeper emotion than desire. What would happen to her when he had all he wanted from her? Did it mean he would send her away when he was satisfied?

Olivia closed her heart to such thoughts. They were for another day. She wouldn’t let those concerns ruin tonight.

His fingertips left her lips and traveled down her chin, her neck, over her necklace to rest on the swell of her breasts that showed from beneath the neckline of her gown.

“You don’t look frightened,” he said.

“I’m not,” she freely admitted.

“Good. I’ll try not to hurt you.”

You could only hurt me by sending me away.

He reached up and gently took the combs from her hair and let them fall to the floor as her hair fell past her shoulders, down her back. He pulled the length of it into his hands and threaded his fingers through it. Lifting the strands up to his nose, he breathed in deeply.

“It looks like golden silk. You’re even more beautiful with your hair down, Olivia.”

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“I’ve tried so hard not to want you. You know that, don’t you.”

She nodded. He couldn’t have made that any plainer over the last few days.

“I’ve tried to forget the times I’ve held you, touched you, and kissed you. But I can’t. I’m desperate to make you mine.”

“I haven’t forgotten your touch, either.”

“After tonight, you never will.”

He let go of her hair and placed his hands onto her waist and lifted her up on the bed and sat her down. Olivia had no idea what he was going to do and it didn’t matter. She knew that too much had happened between them. He didn’t trust her.

But she trusted him.

Andrew took hold of her shoulders and gently leaned her back on the bed, leaving her feet and legs hanging off the side. He remained standing, looking down at her. His gaze swept up and down her.

Olivia remembered that first night in his room when she’d watched him undress and show off his magnificent body. To her surprise, this time he didn’t even take off his coat or neckcloth.

He reached down and slowly ran his hand over the bare part of her chest, letting his fingers glide lightly over her breasts and then up to the necklace at the base of her throat.

He fingered the pearls a moment before skimming her skin all the way back down to her waist, stopping long enough to feel the indention before continuing along the flare of her hips, down her thighs.

Softly, slowly he let his palm graze over her most womanly part. Olivia felt such a shock of pleasure that she sucked in her breath. Her gaze flew up to his.

“You’ll get used to my touch,” he said. “Do you want me to turn out the lamp, or are you all right with it on?” That would mean she couldn’t see his magnificent body.

She didn’t like that idea. “I want to watch you,” she said.

A hint of a smile played at his lips. “Good. I want to look at you, too.”

Andrew reached down and pulled her blue gown up past her knees, past her thighs, past her waist to bunch just beneath her breasts. A shiver of anticipation shook her but she wasn’t frightened. She was enthralled.

He reached beneath her to her back and untied the drawstring that held her drawers on and gently stripped them down her legs and off over her shoes. He pushed her chemise up with her gown, parted her knees, and stepped between them.

Olivia watched his eyes as he looked down at that part of her no one had seen since she was a babe. Olivia was surprised that she felt no shame or embarrassment as he devoured her body with his eyes. All she felt was expectancy. She had been waiting for this.

“The length of your golden hair is not the only beautiful thing about you that I haven’t seen before. Your body is lovely, Olivia.”

“I’m glad you are satisfied with me.”

“Very. No woman has ever tempted me greater than you.”

“Is that a good thing or bad?”

A half chuckle sounded in his throat. “I haven’t decided. All I know is that even when I’m out at night gambling, drinking, or racing, I can’t stop thinking about you being here waiting for me to come home.” Olivia smiled at him, showing that his words pleased her.

He reached down and cupped her waist, almost encir-cling it in his manly hands before letting his open hands plane softly down her stomach, down her thighs to the top of her stockings and back up to her innermost part.

Olivia’s abdomen contracted crazily at his gentle touch.

She gasped and slightly lifted her hips off the bed as he parted the folds of her womanhood and touched her core with tender strokes of his fingers.

His eyes darted back to her face. “Are you all right?” he whispered huskily.

“I’m not sure,” she said a little breathlessly.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No. I don’t know what you’re doing, but I’ve never felt anything so, so wonderful, so heavenly.”

“I’m only touching you. Relax and enjoy what is about to happen.”

Olivia felt her body lifting to meet the motions of his fingers. Delicious spirals of sensations she’d never felt before had her gasping for breath. She heard soft moaning sounds and knew they must be coming from her lips.

Slowly Andrew dropped to his knees in front of her and removed his fingers and replaced them with his mouth and his tongue. They played on her center.

Olivia was horrified and glorified at the same time. She gasped again and tried to rise.

Andrew’s hand flew to her chest and gently pressed her back down on the bed as he continued to caress her with his tongue. Within moments she realized she didn’t want to rise and stop him, she didn’t want to understand. She only wanted the amazing feelings to go on forever.

She didn’t care what he was doing to her. What mattered was the way he was making her feel with his hot mouth and his quick tongue.

The tension and the vibrations quickly built deeply inside her. She picked up his hand from her chest and carried it to her lips. She purred and moaned into his palm while his tongue tormented her with a pleasure she had never experienced before. She arched her hips up to meet his mouth, not knowing any other way to respond to the new sensations wracking her body.

She didn’t know what was happening. She only knew it was building fast. If this madness of pleasure didn’t stop soon she felt she would burst with joy.

Suddenly she felt as if all the sensations that were bub-bling inside her exploded.

“Andrew, Andrew,” she whispered into his palm before her arms fell limp at her sides.

The immensity of her pleasure was so overwhelming she suddenly wanted to laugh about how good she felt.

The pleasure he had given her saturated her heart, her body, and her mind, and she knew without a doubt that she loved her husband with all that she was.

Andrew rose up over her again, his honey-colored eyes dark with desire. She watched as his strong hands, his manly fingers, unbuttoned his trousers, releasing his long, thick, and pulsing shaft to her view.

The large size of him surprised her but didn’t frighten her. She was contented and ready for whatever came next.

Her legs remained off the bed. He remained standing over her for a moment longer, giving her more time to look at him before he bent over her and placed his manhood at her center. He held himself above her with one arm resting on the bed. She felt the hard push of him at her core. It was uncomfortable but not painful.

“You’re too big,” she whispered up at him.

He glanced down into her eyes and though his lips remained in a determined set, his eyes smiled at her as he said, “Oh, no Olivia, watch me. It will fit.” Suddenly his manhood broke through her barrier and slid inside her. She moaned from the unexpected pain and grabbed his shoulders. His hands circled her waist as he continued to push harder and further inside her.

“Hold on to me, Olivia.”

She wrapped her arms around his strong back and buried her face in his crisp neckcloth as he continued to thrust his hips up and down and submerge himself deeper inside her.

She heard his labored breaths, as if he were running with all his might. His hands slid from her waist up to her back and he cupped her to him.

A moment or two later his body went still and slowly he let his body press down on top of her, giving her all his weight.

“Damn, Olivia, oh damn,” he whispered through heav-ing breaths as he rested his forehead on her shoulder.

She continued to hold him tight and said, “Did I displease you?”

He raised his head and looked down into her eyes. “No, no. What makes you think that?”

“You were cursing me.”

Andrew smiled and grunted a laugh. “I was not cursing you. Sometimes men swear when they feel good as well as when they are angry.”

She moistened her lips. “Does that mean I did all right?”

His burning, golden gaze held fast to hers. “You were perfect.”

Olivia smiled a little shyly at him and said, “So were you.”

Andrew lifted his head and looked down at his wife. He had given her pleasure before he entered her but didn’t know if that would be enough to blunt the pain of losing her virginity. But he hadn’t even kissed her on the lips. He knew he had to have release before he could love her as he wanted to, as she deserved to be loved.

“No, Olivia, I wasn’t perfect. Far from it. I should have been gentler. I should have but I couldn’t. I wanted you too badly.”

“I meant you were the perfect size.” Andrew laughed and her arms tightened on his back and he realized he loved the way her womanly arms felt around him. He loved the way she felt cuddled beneath him.

“And it was only painful for a moment or two,” she added.

“It shouldn’t hurt at all next time.”

“I’ve never felt so, so many sensations at one time.

There’s nothing I can compare it to.” He smiled down at her, grateful that he had the good sense to see to her release before he grabbed his own.

“Nothing like it in the world,” Andrew said as his thoughts drifted for a moment.

He’d tried to get interested in two different women since he had married Olivia, but he hadn’t been able to.

Both had left him feeling completely uninterested in taking them to his bed. He didn’t understand it, but Olivia was the only woman he wanted right now and he wasn’t going to fight his desire for her any longer.

She reached up and touched his lips with her fingertips.

“I never imagined you could … do what you did with your mouth.”

Oh, damn. Her words, her touch, had him growing inside her again.

He caught her fingertips into his mouth and sucked them for a moment before releasing them and saying, “I have many things to show you about my mouth and about yours.”

She looked at him with innocent eyes that told him she wanted to know more. He took a deep breath and he grew bigger. He pressed into her with his hips. He hadn’t been wrong about her. She was passionate.

Very, very passionate.

He lowered his head and his mouth met hers in a gentle kiss, sipping lightly from her until he felt her lips part. His tongue slid between them and sank into the sweet hollow of her mouth, dipping in and out again several times, teasing them both with playful strokes.

This intimacy with her felt so right. He wondered why he had resisted her. His hand slid up to her breasts and he opened his eyes and looked down. They were still fully clothed.

Damnation, he had been in such a hurry he hadn’t taken one article of clothing off either of them.

He wanted to see her naked, completely naked, where he could have the freedom to touch her and taste her wherever he pleased. But she was too alluring and he was too settled inside her right now to bother with removing their clothing.

Their evening had just started. There was plenty of time for that later tonight. He wasn’t ready to withdraw from her.

With eager hands he slipped her dress off her shoulders and dragged down her bodice and her undergarment, freeing her breasts to his gaze and for his touch. He loved the purring sound she made softly in her throat as his hands skimmed over her nipples.

They grew hard and erect against his palm.

Andrew grew harder, too.

He took one nipple into his mouth and gently sucked its sweetness before moving to the next. Her whole body was delicious to him. He loved the way her nipples puckered for him as he gently sucked them into his mouth and played with them. He loved the full swell of her breasts.

They were plump but firm.

No woman had ever tasted sweeter.

When he kissed her again it was with desperation. An unexpected urgency to take his pleasure from her once again burned inside him.

He slanted his lips over hers and he felt her shudder with desire. He felt her sudden intake of breath as he slowly started moving again. He loved the feel of his manhood cradled at the center of her womanhood.

They lay thighs to thighs, stomach to stomach, and chest to breasts. Hungrily his lips moved over hers. His hand continued to skim her breasts and he thought he might lose himself inside her again before he got her ready to join him.