When a breeze blew over us, I locked my ankles at his lower back, pulling him closer. “Christ, Olivia.” He rolled his hips into me and pulled back to the tip. His eyes locked on me, and his next stroke was firm but slow. My face flamed feeling his every inch move into me and then out again. His hand moved to my hips, steadying me for his next powerful plunge. He rooted himself there, gritted his teeth and squeezed me against him. “Deep enough?”
“It’s d-deep,” I stammered, because I was so full with him I thought I might split apart. “Don’t stop.”
His thrusts continued steady and firm, the perfect complement to his soft and buttery voice. “I’m so hard for you,” he muttered, nibbling my ear. “So hard, and you’re so hot.”
I was still thrumming from my first orgasm, and my climax built quickly. I almost came when he began to swivel his pelvis, feeling all of me with each rotation.
“You’re close,” he said as he switched from swiveling to short, fast drives. “Kiss me.”
Our lips clashed hungrily, and I could taste his desire. “Show me how it feels,” he ordered into my mouth. “Come, Olivia.” My name rolled off his tongue with command, turning my world on its side. I clenched around him as he pounded me through a pulsing orgasm. I fell back against the cushion warm and flushed.
“You feel too goddamn good,” he said through a set jaw while grinding faster into me.
I dove my hands in his hair and pulled. “I want you to come, David, come inside me, make me yours.”
“Not without,” he paused as his face contorted with pleasure, “a condom.”
“Then come in my mouth.”
He groaned loudly and jumped up before I’d finished the sentence. I went to touch him, but he stopped me with a hand around my wrist. “I want you on your knees,” he growled. I climbed down onto the hard concrete, and he took my chin in his hand. “Open.”
I obeyed, and he slid into me. He threw his head back when I closed my lips around him. I circled my tongue around the tip before taking him as deeply as I could.
“That’s it, baby,” he praised. His fingers threaded in my hair and pulled. “How do you taste on my cock? Hmm? Look at me.”
I blinked my eyes up to his.
He hissed and jerked slightly but held my stare. My tongue ran over every glorious inch I could reach. I pushed him to the back of my throat and stroked with my hand whatever I couldn’t taste. “Hands behind your back,” he admonished.
Oh, God, I love the way you rumble when you tell me what to do. Take me, use me, have me, David, I’m yours . . .
He fisted my hair tighter, and with one thrust, he took over. I sheathed my teeth with my lips, and he pushed himself to the back of my throat until I gagged. He pulled back but continued fucking my mouth, his moans low and throaty.
“Fuck. I’m going to come so fucking hard,” he warned. My tongue flattened under his crown, and his body shook as he began to ejaculate. I lapped up the first few drops before he yanked my hair and erupted into my eager mouth. I swallowed him as I could get him, letting the saltiness fill my mouth and run down my throat.
“Holy shit.” He loosened his grip. I waited on my knees while he caught his breath. He hauled me up and kissed me hard. “That was so good,” he started, “it should be illegal.”
“I’d be willing to go to jail for that,” I responded seriously.
He laughed and kissed me again, his hands falling down my arms. He interlocked his fingers with mine and ran his other hand over my hair, tugging softly on the ends. “Are you cold?”
I nodded. He led me back into the suite and gestured once at the toilet. Remembering his rule about peeing after sex, I rolled my eyes but sat down anyway.
“How about a nice hot shower?” he asked.
“Yes, please,” I rasped, not yet recovered.
He started up the water, and I found him moments later cloaked in billowing steam. “Come on, pretty girl,” he said, opening his arms. The heat of both the water and his hard body was heavenly after the cold. He planted a sweet kiss on my lips when I looked up at him. “You drive me mad,” he whispered.
I smiled into his mouth and just said, “Likewise.”
His hands moved over my face, and my eyelids drooped shut. He smoothed my hairline repeatedly and kissed me carefully. “I never want to let you go,” he murmured.
Though his words were warm, a chill wound through me. Our bond was strengthening alarmingly fast. He ran his thumbs over my eyebrows. I opened my eyes cautiously, because I knew what I would see on his face: something stronger and more intense than I was prepared to accept. As water dripped from his long lashes, I remembered when our eyes had met for the first time and the jolt of electricity I’d felt.
What does he see when he looks at me that way?
I rested my cheek against his solid pecs and clung to him as he massaged shampoo into my hair. I was content to just listen to his heartbeat while he cleansed me.
