Page 83 of Managing the Major

He brought her to the edge of release, whispering against her ear.

“I’m going to lie down first,” he rasped, “and I want you to kneel beside me.”

When Octavia climbed onto the thick feather bed, the first thing she did was feast her eyes on Alastair’s prone body. His muscled chest rose and fell, his long legs spread apart with that delicious straining erection jutting between them. She reached out to touch him, but he stayed her hand.

“No, my darling girl,” he managed, “we’re so close…come kneel over me. I’m not able to balance over you…but…you will enjoy being in charge.”

She did as he asked and closed her eyes in pleasure, feeling his shaft brush her cleft. He groaned when she found the spot where she craved contact.

“I’m going to guide myself inside you, and lower yourself as slowly as you wish to find pleasure.” His voice was thick and gnarled.

He was at her opening, pressing the blunt tip slowly inside; she was so slick with moisture that it slid in easily. Octavia was glad when he paused after a few inches because the tightness was slightly uncomfortable.

“God, you feel so good,” he muttered. “Lean forward, sweetheart, and rub yourself against me. I’ll hang on somehow.” He said the last with the ghost of a smile.

Tentatively, she arched her back; the pressure on her throbbing cleft was so wonderful that she took him in a bit more. That became pleasurable too, and she let herself slide down as his hand took her waist, guiding her to an angle where all sensations came together at once—the tightness within her, the slickness of them both, and the tantalizing friction inside and out.

“That’s…oh, God…yes,” he said in a strangled voice as she moved upon him.

Sensing she was close to release, she moved more quickly and felt him swell within her. Abruptly, Alastair pulled out, and as his body convulsed, he found her center with his fingers, stroking until everything fractured and broke in waves of intense pleasure.

Vaguely, she felt him shudder beneath her and gasp her name. Octavia collapsed on his body, completely spent. He shifted to his side, taking her with him, and pulled her close, breathing heavily against her hair.

“A bit messy,” he murmured raggedly, “but I’ll do better next time, if I don’t expire in the process, my Valkyrie.”

“It was lovely,” she said, sleepily burrowing into the crook of his neck. He made a move to extricate himself, but she protested, clinging to him. “No, stay.”

He gently kissed her forehead, then her lips. “Let me clean us up a bit.”

When he came back with a damp cloth, she realized her stomach was wet. He tenderly wiped it clean, then between her thighs, and used the cloth to dry his member, which was still partially erect. After tossing it aside, he climbed back into bed, pulling her head and shoulders onto his chest.

“You’ve had a long day, sweetheart. Rest with me.” She was almost asleep when he whispered her name.

“Yes?”

He seemed to struggle for words. “Are you—do you regret anything?”

“How could I? It was wonderful—you made it wonderful. There’s no one else I would give myself to, Alastair, but you, for the first time and for always.”

It was as if he wanted to say something else; instead, he took an unsteady breath and drew her closer, wrapping her in his arms. Almost immediately, she drifted into a deliciously dreamless sleep.

“Octavia.”

She slowly opened her eyes, disoriented for a moment until she realized she was lying next to Alastair, in his home and in his bed.

He leaned over to kiss her, softly at first, nuzzling her neck and throat, then smoldering with lips that lingered possessively, exploring inside her mouth with seductive urgency.

Her hand reached between them to explore the curves of his chest, moving through the light matting of blond hair to caress his nipples, diamond hard beneath her fingers. She heard a sound deep in his throat, a low growl of pleasure against her mouth. And when her hand connected with his rigid length and closed around the silky staff, his hips bucked in response.

“This isn’t what I woke you for, but having you close like this wreaks havoc on my senses,” he said huskily. “My servants will be stirring in an hour.”

“Does that mean we can’t…be intimate again?” she whispered.

His lips sought her breasts, pale in the moonlight, kissing, then lightly suckling until she squirmed with pleasure. As his mouth traveled down her stomach, she quivered in anticipation.

“Shall I continue?” he murmured.

“Y-yes. And then I want you—” she gasped as his warm breath hovered over her moist center “—inside me again.”