To Catch A Spinster (The Reluctant Bride Collection) by Megan Bryce Read Free Book Online Page B

he took her hand, pulling her to press against him knee to chest.
    He kissed her cheek and lips and whispered, “You wanted to learn the art of seduction, Miss Blakesley?”
    “I believe I called it the acts of seduction.”
    He nibbled her bottom lip. “You’ll learn that, too.”
    He leaned back, pulling her along until he was lying down with her on top. His hands cupped her bottom and she jumped a little, then laughed self-consciously. One of her knees lodged between his and she felt his rising passion pressing hard against her thigh.
    Olivia pushed up a little. “May I touch it?”
    Nathaniel chuckled. “I am your humble servant, Miss Blakesley. You may do whatever you wish with me.”
    She ran her hands down his torso, coming to stroke his erection. He inhaled sharply.
    She jerked her hand back. “Did I hurt you?”
    He shook his head, grabbing her hands and pressing them firmly against his hard member. She massaged and stroked him through his breeches, until he cursed deeply and unbuttoned the front and his member sprang free.
    Olivia sat back to look at it. Far larger than she expected, it stood straight up pointing toward the sky.
    She didn’t think it prudent to say so, but it was a bit odd-looking as well. She had imagined it a fair number of times and it had looked nothing like this.
    He started to unbutton the front of her gown. “I have wanted to undo these buttons since I first met you.”
    She looked down at his hands. “Really? My mother says I look like a spinster.”
    “Hmm. Well, I’ve never wanted to undress a spinster before. It’s quite erotic.”
    Olivia leaned closer to unbutton his vest. “I’ve never sat atop an exposed man before. I dare say that’s quite erotic.”
    She leaned over until his member prodded her. “I think I’d like it more if we were both completely naked.”
    “That can be arranged,” he said, and flipped her on to her back, settling himself between her legs.
    He ran his hands up her thighs, under her dress, pushing it up to her waist. He stared down at her, fingering her curls. He grinned wickedly at her. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? I can see you glistening already.”
    “Nathaniel!”
    He chuckled, leaning over to kiss her. His erection probed her and she held her breath, aching for him. His tongue flicked against her lips, entering slowly to dance with hers. He tasted warm, moist.
    “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
    As she did, the head of his member slid into her. She gasped, gripping his hair.
    He stilled, watching her. Then he slowly began to move in a rhythmic pumping that opened her further, his member sliding deeper into her.
    Their breaths came in short huffs, Olivia wondering if this was pain or pleasure. He was unbearably large.
    Nathaniel stopped for a moment, allowing her to relax, and she breathed deeply.
    He murmured, “I’ve never introduced a virgin before. You are so very, very tight.”
    She huffed. “I think, sir, the fault lies with you. You seem quite large. Enormous.”
    Nathaniel raised to his elbows, his eyes twinkling wickedly. “That wasn’t a complaint, Olivia. I’m enjoying this far more than I should.”
    “Oh.”
    He kissed her deeply and began moving again until, finally, he slid resistance-free to her core, his member sheathed completely.
    He held still, his breathing heavy. “Did I hurt you?”
    She shook her head, unable to speak. She had never been so close to anyone in her life. He was a part of her; indeed, she wondered if he always would be. She would never forget this moment. Never forget how warm and excited she felt.
    Olivia wiggled beneath him, feeling minute movements inside her, and he groaned.
    “Dear God, this is going to be a very short lesson.”
    “Are you hurt, Nathaniel?”
    He slid out of her and she couldn’t hide her moue of disappointment. Was that it?
    He slid in again, surprising her.
    “Olivia... I can’t... I swear...”
    He began pumping harder, Olivia gripping his arms.