“Olivia.” His mouth goes to my neck, and one strong arm wraps around my waist, urging me closer.
My breath catches in my throat as he walks us back toward the couch. We fall onto it together, and Jenson pulls me on top of him. He grabs my ass and presses me against his growing bulge, and I let out a moan.
His mouth goes to my lips, and his tongue tangles with mine until I’m dizzy and not thinking at all.
I’m crazy with lust, so much that any hesitation and fear leave me. I don’t slow down. I don’t stop to think. I just move on instinct and feeling. I shift my head so I can lick Jenson’s neck. As he groans, I move down so I can lift up his shirt and kiss his bare muscled chest, and then his stomach. His breathing gets heavier, and his hands tighten their grip on my hair. I unbuckle his jeans and keep going until I can wrap my lips around the soft tip of his hard length.
Oh, God.
My first time doing this with him, and I’m so turned on it hurts.
“Olive.”
I raise my head and lock eyes with him. “You’re beautiful,” I tell him.
The green of his eyes flashes with emotion.
“I’m finally touching your dick, just like I said I wanted.”
“You are definitely doing that.” His voice is rough and sexy. “What do you think?”
“Perfect.” Jenson’s package was definitely worth the wait, and my imagination in sculpting him didn’t do his impressive erection justice. “I want it in my mouth.”
“You can have it wherever you want it, babe. I want to be inside you in every way.”
Sex with Jenson Beau? My body screams yes, but my heart isn’t quite ready to take that leap.
So if using my mouth is the only way to feel Jenson inside of me tonight, I will gladly make that compromise.
* * *
Jenson
When Olive takes me into her mouth, the sensations that hit me nearly knock me out. I slam my eyes shut, unable to focus on anything—literally anything—other than the mind-blowing feeling of her lips on me. I’m so hard it’s nearly painful to drag this out, but with each lick and suck, I fall further and further into fucking bliss.
“Olive. Shit.” I buck up into her soft, perfect mouth, my hands gripping her hair like a lifeline. “Oh, God, babe. So fucking good…”
When she slips her hand around the bottom of my length and starts stroking me without letting up with her tongue, I’m a goner. My orgasm takes over my body and my mind.
By the time I’ve stopped seeing stars and have opened my eyes, Olivia is lying next to me, her head on my shoulder.
I kiss her head. “You literally just blew my mind.”
She giggles. “Pun intended?”
“Absolutely.” I shift so I can see her eyes. “You okay?”
Her nod is quick—too quick.
“What’s wrong?” I take her chin in my hand. “You’re freaking out about what we just did? I am too a little bit—every step forward for us is a big deal, and I’m not making light of any of it.”
“I know. And God, being able to finally touch you like that—I’m so happy, J.” Her voice is soft, but a shadow crosses her face as she peeks up at me. “Do you think marriage is a prison sentence?”
“My marriage felt like prison for me,” I say honestly.
“It is for Daphne, too.”
“Why are you asking?” I keep my gaze firmly focused on hers, wanting to make sure I don’t miss any clues she’s giving off.
She bites her lip. “I guess Daphne scared me. She makes it sound like it all sucks. Marriage, kids, you know. Like it’s just jail.”
I take her bottom lip in my teeth and lightly bite it myself. “I think you’re scared of something that has nothing to do with your sister.”
She sighs into my mouth as I continue to nibble her lips. “You’re probably right. It’s just…this is all new to me. Being with you as an adult.”
“So let’s just keep enjoying ourselves and getting to know each other again.”
“I want that. More than anything,” she says.
I do too.
