My lips are slanting over hers and as soon as they cover her mouth she gasps, the sound echoing in my own mouth. I lick across the seam of her lips before I place a gentle nip on the corner of her mouth causing another gasp that has her lips parting again. My tongue is sliding into her open mouth and gently brushing against hers and that is the only encouragement she needs to respond to my kiss. Her tongue is brushing back against my own, delicately, tentatively duelling with it.
I deepen the kiss by adopting a more forceful stroke of my tongue and find that her arms are around my body and her nails are scoring my back through my t-shirt while her hips begin to buck meaning she is rubbing her hot, wet pussy against my hard thigh. My own erection must be obvious to her in its position digging into her stomach.
“Oh, baby,” I moan into her mouth as my hand on her hip drops until it is under her dress and cupping her arse cheek with just a very thin covering of satin fabric separating us.
“Mase,” she groans. Oh yes, she won’t ever be calling me anything else after this. “Please, touch me,” she begs.
Fucking hell, I may never do anything other than touch her if she keeps pleading like this. I remove my hand from beneath her clothes and trace my way back up her body until I am cupping one breast through her dress, mainly because I have no idea how to get it off. She is arching beneath me as she groans her obvious enjoyment of this.
“You really need some more accessible clothes, Olivia,” I tell her as my other hand tries to find a way into this fucking dress that is too short and shows too much creamy skin at the back.
“Then let’s go to bed and get naked.” She slides a hand between our bodies until she reaches my erection that she is rubbing and squeezing. If this is her on three glasses of wine, I can’t help but wonder what she’d be like properly drunk. No, not drunk just totally relaxed and at ease with herself and me.
“Bed?”
“Mmm, bed.” Her lowered, full, dark lashes are brushing her cheeks. “But no fucking, I know,” she tells me biting down into the corner of her lower lip. That is by far the sexiest thing I think I have ever seen, and it is going to get her fucked really hard, but not tonight. “We’ll have more room,” she continues, sounding as though she thinks I need some convincing to go to bed, which I don’t because I am already picturing her spread-eagled while I finger her and go down on her until she is coming uncontrollably.
“Okay, bed and naked it is.” I sit back on my heels to look at her, flushed and panting. Her clothes are creased and dishevelled while she wears a questioning expression on her face. “What?” I ask and I’m gobsmacked by her reply.
“Will you fuck me tomorrow?”
“We’re not repeating our one-night stand so once morning’s here all bets are off and I think I may fuck you for the whole weekend,” I tell her for no reason other than it being true. “I am going to make you sore and ache like you never have before and you’ll still want more, won’t you?” I’m unsure what her answer will be, although I reckon a breathless yes will be about right, so nothing could have prepared me for her sitting up and lunging at me until we’re kissing again. She’s the aggressor this time, one hand in my hair and the other squeezing my dick until she breaks the kiss breathlessly proving me partly right, when she speaks.
“I can’t think of anything other than being fucked by you, Mase, and I don’t think I will ever get enough of it. I touched myself in the bath when I was getting ready to go out with Sarah and pretended it was you.”
“Oh God, you really are one of a kind, Olivia,” I tell her quite seriously because I really have never met anyone like her or felt this way. “Now let’s get naked and go to bed so I can lick your whole body.”
I follow her into the bedroom that is softly lit by Tiffany style lamps that sit each side of her bed on mismatched bedside tables. I can see that her earlier confidence is dwindling and she is becoming anxious and nervous again.
My first thought is to kiss her and distract her but at the last minute I change my mind. I stand before her and first kick off my shoes then pull my socks off. Next comes my t-shirt that I tug over my head and toss behind me. She is only about a foot away from me and her eyes are everywhere as she flits her glance up and down my body. I have no body confidence issues; I try to eat relatively healthily, and I work out in some way most days, although having a gym in my home and a fully fitted corporate gym in the same building helps.
Olivia’s eyes are fixed on my fingers that are undoing my belt and my button fly. Pushing my jeans down my legs, I smile at her. “Good job we’re not racing,” I say, and she nervously laughs as she realises that I am almost naked while she is fully dressed.
Sitting on the bed in just my jersey boxers I watch her as I position myself in the middle of her bed, propped up on her pillows.
“Your turn.” I hope my tone encourages rather than intimidates her.
“I like your tattoos,” she stammers quite randomly.
“I remember,” I reply, recalling how she seemed fascinated by them the other night, tracing the lines with her finger and then her tongue. “Show me how that dress comes off Olivia, for future reference,” I say to remind her of her overdressed status.
She reaches behind and turning shows me a concealed button beneath the cut out on her back and a second fastening at her neck. Slowly, more through insecurity in her stripping rather than to tease, she lowers the top of her dress revealing a nude, satin bra that is just managing to contain her ample breasts I’m staring at.
“I like your tits,” I tell her hoping she recognises her own words about my tattoos from earlier.
She laughs her acknowledgement and seems to relax a little before she pushes the dress to her hips revealing her flat, smooth belly and then with a small shimmy pauses as her bunched dress reaches the top of her pants that barely cover anything.
“Take it off, baby,” I mutter gruffly.
With a slow turn so that her back is facing me again she glances over her shoulder and I figure she is enjoying this now, the show, the tease and on another night that little look over the shoulder would result in her being bent over the nearest item of furniture where she’d be fucked hard. Speaking of hard, I am in pain with how hard my dick is, and she is teasing me instead of being on the bed, naked.
“You are torturing me here, Olivia,” I moan as she turns to face me again and is reaching behind her back to unhook her bra. The straps are already slipping down her arms so she gently pushes them down until she is pulling her bra from her body revealing her breasts to me. “So, so beautiful, baby!”
Her breasts are heaving with deep breaths while her nipples are stiff and pulled so tightly, they must be painful. With us both in just pants I decide to lead by example and shed my own final piece of clothing, revealing my erection that is hard and throbbing.
Olivia seems fixated by my dick, so much so that when I take a hold of it and begin to stroke myself, her jaw gapes suggesting she is shocked but when a low moan escapes her mouth I decide she is turned on more than anything.
“I like your dick,” she blurts out and looks more surprised that she’s said the words out loud than I am.
