His hand cups my other breast, his thumb circling lazily while his tongue teases and flicks. The sensations build slowly and send me spiraling.
“You like that?” he murmurs against my skin.
“Yes,” I gasp.
“Use your words for me, Princess. Tell me what feels good. I want to learn you.”
A shiver runs through me at the possessiveness in his tone. “Your… your mouth. Your hands. All of it.”
“Good girl.” He keeps worshiping my body until I’m squirming, my thighs rubbing together, the need between my legs turning hot and insistent.
“Oliver,” I whine.
He lifts his gaze, his eyes smoldering. “What is it, baby?”
“Please.”
He raises a single eyebrow as he flicks my nipple with the tip of his tongue. “Please what?” He smirks.
I swallow, shyness threatening to close in, but it’s drowned out by lust. “Touch me.”
His teeth graze my flesh and I shiver. Then he drags the back of his knuckles over the waistband of my jeans. “Here?”
My panties are so wet they stick to my skin. “Yes,” I whisper, pressing my pussy against his hand.
He kisses his way down my body, slow and deliberate, pausing to reverently nuzzle his face across my stomach. “You stop me if this is too much.”
“It won’t be,” I say, a little too quickly.
He chuckles, his fingers working the button on my jeans. “We’ll see.”
He drags my zipper down and hooks his thumbs into the sides, tugging the denim over my hips. I lift my body to help,feeling exposed and needy and so ready for whatever comes next. He peels off my jeans, leaving me in just my panties, simple pale-pink cotton bikinis, nothing fancy. For a moment I regret not wearing something prettier, until I notice him staring at me like I’m wearing the sexiest lingerie on earth.
“Fuck,” he says, almost to himself. “You’re going to ruin me.”
I laugh nervously. “I doubt that.”
His gaze flicks to mine with a look that immediately shuts down any uncertainty. “Princess, you have no idea what you do to me.”
My breath quickens as my pulse races.
“But you will.” Heat flares in his eyes, and my pussy begins to throb.
Oliver kneels between my thighs, gently pushing them farther apart as he peppers my skin with kisses. Then he hooks his index finger around the gusset of my panties, tugging the damp fabric between my swollen lips.
“Look how wet you are for me,” he murmurs, his fingertips ghosting over my flesh but carefully avoiding the place I want them most. “You need this, don’t you?”
“Oliver…” I writhe, frustration and arousal coiling together.
He gives me a wicked grin. “I know, Princess. I’ll give you what you need.”
He leans forward and presses a kiss to the soaked fabric over my center. I suck in a harsh breath, my hips jerking. He holds me down with one wide palm on my lower belly.
“Stay still,” he commands.
I whimper. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” he counters, his voice going even lower. “You’re going to be my good girl and let me take my time, aren’t you?”
