“Olivia.” His low, sexy voice pulls me out of my heavy thoughts, the tender look in his eyes telling me he knows what’s going on. His hand threads through my hair, cupping the back of my head. “I want to see you, all of you. You’re breathtaking. Let me worship you, love every inch of you.”
Something inexplicable yet powerful cartwheels inside my chest, strange and new. I’ve never felt this way before. With each sweep of his tongue, like the wind scattering sheets of paper, my want wildly spreads throughout my body, and desire shreds my doubts.
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SAM
Softly at first, then deeper, my mouth claims hers. She tastes sweet—warm, addictive—and I lose myself in it. Every one of her sighs pulls me further under. How she could ever see anything less than beautiful in herself is fucking crazy.
She’s perfect.
Every curve, every sound, every breath.
With her clothes scattered on the floor, she lies on my bed, bared to me, her dark eyes soft and inviting. Threading my hand through her hair, I cradle her head as my lips trail down her neck. Her skin is smooth and impossibly soft, her pulse quick beneath my mouth. She tastes like chocolate. Fucking delicious.
I sweep the pad of my thumb over her pert brown nipple, and like a chain reaction, she releases a sigh in complete surrender. My mouth latches on to her breast and my teeth nibble on her distended bud while my hand pleasures the other nipple. She’s wildly vocal in expressing her enjoyment with whimpers and moans that drive me crazy. I want to be inside of her.
My hands and her body converse in a language of their own. My touch expresses how divine she is, every curve, every scar,every inch of her perfect, made for me. My fingers tell her how much and how deeply I see her beauty, inside and out.
She’s so responsive. Arching, writhing, whimpering as she gives herself to me, completelytrusting.
Skimming my hand down between her legs, I graze her sex. Fuck. She wants this. She wants me. Lightly rubbing her clit, my fingers are coated in her slickness. She pleasurably squirms and sighs. Increasing the pace of my ministrations with the pad of my thumb, my finger dips to tease her opening.
“Sam.” My name is a plea on her lips.
Gradually, I insert one finger, leisurely pumping in and out, adding another while my thumb circles her tight bundle of nerves. Olivia cries out, tensing. Her knees shake and her hands tremble, digging into my shoulders.
As she climaxes, her eyes hold mine. She clenches, hot and snug around my fingers.
“I need you now,mon trésor. Are you ready, Livvy?”
She nods, eyes piercing and needy as I open the foil packet and roll the condom on. She licks her lips as our gazes meet, and I smile devilishly. My girl likes what she sees.
I wrap my arms around her slender body, and she fits perfectly. Made for me. My mouth devours hers once more. When she willingly opens for me, I nestle myself between her legs as she arches and bucks, sliding her hot core impatiently along my hard-as-steel dick. We both groan.
“Easy, Livvy. Wait.”
“I want you, Sam. Now.” She declares her eagerness with her smoldering eyes and intense pants. My tongue flicks over the bud of her nipple and she moans, “Yes. Sam.”
With her encouragement, I push inside her, torturously slow, inch by inch. With a fervent cry, her eyes close, mouth open, back curving, breasts shoved closer to my face. Beautiful. The urge to impale her, hard, balls-deep into her sex is excruciatinglyoverwhelming, but I want this to be as good for her as it is for me.
I hold still and give her time to adjust to my girth. Her grip loosens as I bury myself deep within her. Fuck. She’s perfect. Wet, hot, and tight. Nirvana.
We easily find our rhythm in long, hard pushes and slow, teasing pulls as I caress, stroke, and kiss every inch of her body.
“Oh, my God. Sam. Yes, oh my, yes,” Olivia cries. Her incessant, pleasurable pleas are an invitation to lose control as she pulses around me, my need for her so fierce I want to stay inside her forever.
I rub her sensitive spot to match our rocking and her eyes fly open, chocolate pools of desire nailing me.
“Mon trésor.” My treasure.
“Sam. Oh God. Don’t stop.”
“You like that, Livvy?”
“Oh… yes.”
Together, we tense, eyes locked. With blinding ecstasy, our bodies soar and shatter. An eruption of bliss cascades over us.
