How she tastes.
How she sounds when I make her lose control.
I sink to my knees beside the bed, my fingers brushing the lace aside, and lower my mouth to her because resisting her has never felt like an option.
Olivia wakes with a gasp and a whimper, my mouth on her sex, devouring her sweet pussy. My tongue circles and twirls her clit as her hands grab my hair. Her nails lightly scrape my scalp, each tug and pull of my hair directly linked to my cock and balls, which are lengthening and tightening as I consume her.
Her loud, pleasurable cries encourage me to bring her to the brink, and at the same time, her gratification pushes me closer and closer to the edge. My tongue thrusts in and out, fucking her, tasting her, so wet, sweet, and tart.
With one final plunge, my lips latch onto her sensitive spot and suck the ever-living daylights out of her. Like a firecracker, she explodes with shouts of my name.
Before she can catch her breath, my hands grab her hips and whip her over onto all fours. Without wasting time to remove her panties, I suit up, move the fabric to the side, and mercilessly impale her.
She gasps, “God, Sam,” beseeching like I’m the answer to everything.
Rocking back and forth from behind, I’m at first slow and steady, then teasingly deep and hard. I want to hold on, make this last as long as I can for both of us. Her face is buried in the pillow, and yet her muffled moans are still audible. I fucking love hearing her need, her desire. Knowing what I do to her drives her crazy is like an aphrodisiac.
I pound relentlessly into her, and I’m so fucking close. My orgasm builds in my balls, the pressure mounting and dancing up my spine, but not yet, not until she comes again.
I lean over her and slide my fingers through her slick folds. Olivia’s head snaps up, and a shuddering breath releases from her parted lips. She’s so responsive, arching and bowing with every slow rub on her sweet, sensitive bud. It doesn’t take long before she’s panting and tensing, taut and ready to explode.
Pulling her up with her back flush to my front, my hand cups and kneads her breast as my thumb and forefinger pinch her tight nipple. She spasms, clenching around my cock. Fuck. She likes it, and I fucking love it. Knowing she’s close and that I brought her there feeds my fire.
Together, with long, hard, deep plunges, I hit the spot that drives her mad, that brings her closer to blinding bliss, over and over again. She spasms around my cock, her cries carnal and piercing as she peaks.
Seeing her come undone, shattered, at her most pure, sends me barreling toward my own release. Tensing, strung tight with a glaring intensity, I erupt on a roar of, “Olivia.”
Reluctantly, I pull out and remove the condom, tying it into a knot and tossing it in the can without letting her go. With her now on her back, I hover above, my mouth covering hers, and I probe and taste her completely. All my want, every second of need since the last time I saw her, every minute of longing goes into our kiss.
“Damn, that was the best good morning I’ve ever had.” Her voice is breathy. “You can wake me up like that any day.”
“It’d be my pleasure,” I whisper huskily while trailing kisses down her neck. I could take her again. No matter how many times I have her, I can’t get enough of her.
“How’d it go last night? What time did you get in?” She runs her fingers gently through my hair.
“Sorry.” I rest my head on her chest, the hypnotic beat of her heart settling the frustration of thinking back to yesterday. “It was a waste of time. I should have left with you. I’m sorry.”
“Hey.” Her hands cup the sides of my face. “No need to apologize. Why do you say it’s a waste of time?”
I’m surprised at her question because she dislikes the Thibaults, and while she has reason to after Yasmine’s ridiculous threat, she’s never said anything negative. She’s always been neutral, but she’d prefer that I walk away. I would think she’d be happy and not want to probe or know anything else.
“Bas is right.”
“He’ll want to hear that.” She beams.
“Yes, I’ll be sure to tell him, and he’ll love saying he told me so.” He chuckles, ruefully. “Daniel is controlling. There have just been a few instances where he’s said things that haven’t sat well with me, leading me to believe he’d want to call the shots.”
Kissing me, she sits up, scooting till her back’s against the headboard, the sheet secure around her. “What are you going to do? Don’t you need him?”
I pull her close. “I don’t need an investor, but I’d prefer to have one. There are other investors interested, a few actually, so it doesn’t have to be Daniel. It would mean starting from scratch with the vetting process, which isn’t a big deal. It just delays things a bit, and could impact a few aspects of getting started. I have options, and I know I’ll figure it out.”
She worries her bottom lip, her teeth nibbling her lush, pink flesh. My thumb stops her chewing as concern storms her wide eyes.
“I wish I could help.”
Smiling, I kiss her forehead, breathing in her sweet scent that calms and comforts me. “You do help. Seriously, don’t worry about it. It’ll work out.”
I capture her lips with my own, and my tongue invades her mouth. Her soft, warm skin against me, being this close to her, ignites my need to taste her, be with her again.
