He did as he pushed her down onto the soft carpet. The soft warmth of her flesh was enough to strain his control. He wanted to be buried deep inside her now but grit his teeth and struggled to get his runaway desire under control. Olympia had a true skill for making him lose all finesse in the art of lovemaking. He grew wild with need and suspected it was partly because she did. Olympia was a very passionate woman.
Olympia hummed with delight as he kissed and stroked her breasts. She had the fleeting thought that it was a good thing she had never had any idea of how much pleasure could be found in a man’s arms or she would have become notorious in her greed. Then she accepted that it was just Brant who made her feel this way. She knew she ought to think about that for a while but then he took the hard tip of her breast deep into his mouth and she forgot everything but how her desire was racing through her body, settling in a hard ache of need between her thighs.
He began to kiss his way down her body and she shifted slightly beneath his kisses and caresses. Each touch of his mouth against her skin was like the flicker of a flame, heating her, adding a sharper edge to her passion. When he stroked her between her thighs with his long fingers she opened to his touch. It was as if he was petting her in just the way she needed to keep her desire running hot.
It was not until he touched his mouth to the place where his fingers had been playing that her desire was checked a little. The intimacy was so deep she was shocked yet intrigued. Then he thrust his tongue inside of her and she lost all ability to think at all. A small part of her passion-clouded mind was disturbed by such an intimacy but that hesitancy faded rapidly as he kissed and stroked her so intimately. When her belly grew tight with an ache that was both pleasure and pain she tried to pull him up into her arms so that he could join their bodies, but he resisted. Then she broke, crying out his name as her release tore through her. She grabbed him and held on tightly as he thrust himself inside of her and rode the wave of pleasure with her, calling out her name as he shuddered in completion while he held tight against her body.
Brant could not move but managed somehow to shift his sated body to the side so that he was not resting all of his weight on top of her. Olympia was pure fire in his arms. He did not think he had ever bedded a woman who so enjoyed lovemaking or was so ready to return kiss for kiss and touch for touch. Women whom one paid often had some training but that training actually tainted their touch for one could feel the practiced art of it even as it stirred one’s passion. Olympia had no more than a natural skill and a hunger that equaled his.
“We should move to the bed,” Olympia said when she was finally able to find her voice. “The carpet is nice but one realizes how hard the floor is after awhile.”
“I am comfortable,” he said and grinned when she slapped his backside.
He stood up, picked her up in his arms, and ignored her protests as he carried her to the bed. Her beautifully done hair was not so tidy now and he loved the look of it. Tossing her onto the bed, he quickly joined her and pulled the coverlet over them. The moment he was settled on his back, Olympia curled up in his arms.
“I had not realized that when one made love one could kiss a person everywhere,” she murmured against his chest.
“When one makes love there are many things one can do but only if both wish to do it.”
“Such as having two women at once,” she drawled and almost laughed at his blush of embarrassment for it was enough to soothe the anger that memory brought with it.
“Many men think that is the best thing that can ever happen to them. I rather wish I recalled the incident.”
“You recall none of it?”
“Not a single kiss but then there may not have been any kisses. I will not say that there are not some unfaithful wives walking around out there who have known me well, or a few widows, but mostly it is the ones a man pays for who have all the skills. And then that is what it is like. A session with someone who has been taught some skills.” He grimaced. “Not something I should be discussing with you.”
“Do not forget what this place was, Brant. The Wherlocke Warren. Filled to the rafters with the by-blows of my family. While I will admit to some ignorance on the methods and positions and all, I have never been ignorant of the act or talk of desire or pleasure or all the rest.”
“The men in your family should, perhaps, take a little more care in how they speak before the women in the family.”
“Why? Are not all women expected to become wives? To bed down with their husband every night?”
“And you think knowing about such things while still innocent is a good idea?”