“Mmm, I suppose it does.”
“Will you call me when you get home from seeing him?” I suddenly ask.
“Of course, and I will meet him at Dazzler if you want,” she offers again.
“No need, baby. Meet him wherever.” I stun myself with that suggestion because she was right that if she went to Dazzler, I could ensure Dec would guard her. “I told you, I trust you.”
“Mase,” she says lower than her earlier words and I know my girl wants me with her come fuck meMasecoming into play and then I feel her press down against me confirming my suspicion.
“Yes, baby, what do you want?” I already know her answer.
“You. I want you, please.” She’s pleading so soon that I am fighting every urge not to flip her over and slide straight into her.
“Are you sure you’re up to it?” I hope to God she doesn’t reconsider.
“Yes, please. Touch me, make me come, and fuck me, gently please.”
I am only human, and a man at that so am reaching up for her head, to pull her lips close enough to taste, to kiss and tease.
“I think tonight you should fuck me, baby. But first we kiss and then I will touch you and make you come,” I say full of promise, one I fully intend to keep, and then some.
I love the feel of her lips on mine, then the stroke of her tongue and although kissing has always felt fairly unimportant to me, like if you had to make a list in order of things you do with a girl, kissing is step one and doesn’t mean anything, not really. I have kissed countless girls and most of them meant nothing, the kisses or the girls and yet with Olivia it might just be one of the most intimate things I have ever done. Her kisses mean everything to me and if she ever kissed someone else I would be hurt, not to mention fucking furious and I would definitely consider it cheating. Shit, I am in deep here, with her.
“I love your mouth, Livy,” I whisper. “Nothing compares to kissing you. I would kill anyone else who kissed you,” I say thinking that I am issuing a warning here.
“I don’t want to kiss anyone else, ever,” she replies and her use of that one word at the end should scare me witless, but it doesn’t, it excites the fuck out of me and tells me that we’re both in this for the long haul.
“Take your top off.” She immediately sits back to comply.
“I think we need to ban clothes in the bed, baby.” I groan as she throws her vest behind her before reaching for the top of her shorts.
“No, leave them, for now.” I smile, putting my hands over hers on the waistband. “I intend to slip my hands into your little shorts and make you come in them before they come off.”
“Mase,” she moans and begins to rock against me.
I smile to myself at her desperate movements and wonder how she ever struggled to find sexual satisfaction before me, although I am glad she did.
“Come down here, baby. I want those beautiful tits of yours in my hands and in my mouth.”
“Yes, please,” she replies as her body lowers to mine.
I also love her tits, which may be step two on my imaginary list, touching tits, with a hand, like I am now, one in each hand, cupping them, almost weighing them. Then with her soft flesh slightly overfilling my hands I use my thumbs to skim her nipples making her arch her back which in turn makes her press down into me more firmly.
“You like that, don’t you?” Her aroused moan is the only confirmation I need. “What about this, baby?” I position my hands so that each of her nipples are placed between my thumb and forefinger while the rest of my hand continues to cup her heavy breasts and then I squeeze together my digits that are around her nipples.
“Oh God, Mase,” she cries as her hips begin to thrust back and forth against me as she grips my shoulders with force.
I say nothing, I just squeeze a little more firmly until she is almost incoherent.
“Suck them, please,” she moans and I think that if I don’t or say no she will cry and as I think that she continues, possibly taking my brief silence as an indication that I am about to turn her down. “Mase, please. I need your mouth on me, suck them for me.”
“Come here, baby.” Eagerly she allows me to bring her breasts to my mouth and unable to choose which one needs it most I push them together until her nipples are close enough that I can suck them both, briefly and then I focus on one with my mouth while the other gains the full attention of my hand before swapping.
I lave against her nipples until they are bigger and more swollen than I have ever known them to be. Her whispers and moans spur me on to continue. How the fuck did my girl ever struggle to come if step three has her writhing above me and clawing my shoulders and chest? I have never considered this list I am now drawing up in my head but am sure I might need to continue it. With a scrape of my teeth across one nipple and my nail across the other the pitch of Olivia’s keening tells me that it won’t take much more for her to come.
“Oh Livy, you are so fucking beautiful when you’re ready to come,” I mumble around her nipple, then I bite into it and that is the final push she needed; her hips are bucking while her nails are digging into my shoulders in a sea of moans and cries as she actually comes from the stimulation of her breasts, my words and her hips that are continuing their thrusting and rubbing against the covers that separate us. Her body slumps against mine as she breathlessly runs her fingers through my hair.
“I know I said that everything wasn’t about sex, but bloody hell,” she finally says.
