Except it’s not. There’s too many layers between us. Slowly, I peel her black lacy bra from her shoulders and marvel at how perfect her breasts are. I take one of her nipples into my mouth as my other hand massages her breast. Olivia arches into me as I kiss down her body, then I grip those lacy panties and pull them down her thighs. Standing, I let my boxers hit the floor and she sits up, undoing her bra and playfully throwing it at me.
There are no scars on her beautiful body as I kiss, suck and bite every inch of her. I part her thighs, slipping two fingers inside her to find she is wet for me. Moving up her body, my cock at her entrance, I kiss her again.
“You’re sure?” I whisper.
Olivia’s answer isn’t spoken, it’s felt.
Her hands slide up my chest, pulling me closer with a certainty that steals my breath. The way she touches me… God, it’s all the permission I need. Heat flares between us, sharp and overwhelming, and when our mouths crash together again, the world drops away.
She reaches between us, pumping my cock as I slide into her, burying myself to the hilt with a growl. She’s so tight, I grip her knee, pulling it up for a deeper thrust. Her legs wrap around my waist, drawing me deeper into the moment, into her.
Every inch of her is soft and warm and trusting, and that trust nearly brings me to my knees.
She fits me perfectly, and it’s not just about sex, it’s about being as close and joined to her as I can be. Olivia’s nails dig into my back. The feel of her, finally claiming her, I never wantthis to end. Olivia moans as I pump in and out of her. Her lips find mine, and she bites my lower lip. My lip tingles when she releases me, and I feel as though, in her own way, she’s claimed me. I hold her tightly, rolling us so she’s above me, and the sight of her with flushed cheeks, swollen lips, eyes full of want, burns itself into my memory forever.
“Carter…” she whispers, voice trembling with need and something far more dangerous.
With her head back, nails digging into my chest, I grip her ass with one hand and use my fingers with the other to tease her nub. My skin where she touches me feels as though it’s on fire.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Oliva pants, eyes now locked on mine.
I memorize every curve like she’s something sacred. She moves with me, against me, in a slow, intoxicating rhythm that makes my pulse stumble. A surge of need overwhelms me as she rides my cock. My control is slipping, a tension low in my stomach spreads ever lower, this woman is made for me. And not just here in the bedroom but out in the world. Olivia knows my sport, knows the toll it can take and still wants this, wants me. The first flutterings of her pussy and the cries she’s making, tell me she’s close. I’m lost in her and the noises she makes. Olivia kisses me again, deeper, hungrier, as though she’s discovering every part of me at once. Our breaths mingle, uneven and desperate. She tilts her head back, letting out a soft sound that hits me like a punch of pure desire.
Olivia is more than beautiful at this moment, she’s everything to me. But when her pussy clenches around my cock, and she yells my name,everything inside me shatters.
I pump my seed into her as she takes all of me over and over again. This is the perfect surrender of two people finally giving in to their desires.
Later, hours later, we lie tangled in my sheets, her head on my chest, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on her bare shoulder.
“That was—” she starts.
“Yeah.”
“I mean, really—”
“Yeah.”
She laughs, the sound soft and content. “Very articulate, Storm.”
“Give me a break. You scrambled my brain.”
“Good.” She kisses my chest. “Mine’s pretty scrambled too.”
Silence settles over us, comfortable and warm. Outside, the city lights glow through the window. Inside, it’s just us.
“Carter?” she says after a while.
“Hmm?”
“What are we doing?”
I tighten my arm around her. “What do you mean?”
“This. Us.” She shifts, propping herself up on one elbow to look at me. “We’re supposed to be keeping distance. Being careful. And instead, we’re—”
“Together,” I finish. “We’re together.”
“But for how long? What happens when—”
