“Oliver…”
“Mmm?” He kisses higher, closer to the peak, but not quite there. The tease is maddening.
“Touch me,” I beg. “Please.”
He smiles against my skin, dark, knowing, and wickedly patient. “I am touching you.”
“You know what I mean.”
He lifts his head, brushing a thumb along my cheek. “I’ll give you everything you want, Princess. But I want to take my time and explore you first.”
His mouth finally closes over my nipple, warm and sinful. My back arches, a soft moan spilling from my lips as he gently sucks, his tongue flicking lightly before he pulls away to give the same attention to the other.
“You taste sweet,” he murmurs, his voice rough.
My hands find his shoulders. “Oliver…”
He makes his way down my chest and my stomach with small, lingering kisses that make my thighs tremble. By the time he reaches the waistband of my leggings, my breath is shaking. Then his fingers hook inside the fabric before he drags it down my legs, watching my face the whole time, like he’s memorizing every reaction.
When my pants reach the floor and I’m standing before him in nothing but thin lace panties, he groans. “Come here.”
He guides me to the bed, gently laying me down. So gently it steals my breath. Then he kneels between my legs, his hands sliding up the insides of my thighs until he reaches the lace.
“Open for me,” he whispers.
Without thinking, I do what he commands. My body is willing and compliant and already his.
He smooths his palms over my thighs, his thumbs grazing the sensitive skin where leg meets hip. His eyes are dark, hungry, and locked on me with piercing intensity. “You’re shaking.”
“I need you.”
Oliver leans down, nipping just above the lace of my panties. Then he pulls them aside and slides his tongue through my wet slit. I gasp, sharp, needy, and desperate.
“Oliver… Oh my god—” I squirm, the pleasurable sensations almost overwhelming.
“Don’t run from it. Let me make you feel good.”
He licks me slowly, relishing my taste while mapping every inch, every delicate part, every place that makes me moan and drag my nails along his scalp. Then he presses his tongue againstmy clit, subtle at first, then firmer, deeper, until I’m grinding against his mouth.
“Stay still,” he orders, pinning my hips with his forearm. “Or I’ll stop before you come.”
I whimper as he circles my clit with controlled precision that has tears gathering in the corners of my eyes. “Oliver… please…”
“Is that what Princess is supposed to call me?” His gaze meets mine over the mound of my pussy.
“Daddy, I need to?—”
His breath fans over me. “Not yet.”
He slides two thick fingers inside me, curling just right until my back arches off the bed. The burn, the stretch, the fullness… I nearly come right then.
“Don’t,” he warns, thrusting his fingers deeper, then adding one more. “Not until I say.”
“Daddy, please!”
He licks faster, and I gasp louder. My thighs tremble uncontrollably.
“You’re perfect,” he groans against my flesh. “So fucking wet.” His mouth closes around my clit again and he sucks harder.
