I slowly let my tongue invade her. I explore every bit of her warmth bit by bit. Warm and receptive. Captivated and demanding, pulling me towards her, trying to get what she needs.
Without stopping the kiss, I lift her up and sit her on the kitchen counter. Her dress rises, allowing me to fit between her legs.
I interrupt the kiss and let my hands wander over her thighs.
She doesn’t try to stop me, releasing delicious little moans. “Better than in fantasies.”
“You dreamed of me?”
“Yes.”
“And what was I doing in those dreams?”
She gives me a mischievous smile. “I don’t have the courage to say it out loud.”
“Can you show me?”
“Not yet. Can we just kiss a little more?”
I lean in again and move my hands up farther, touching not only her legs but also the small panties she’s wearing.
I test the waters, gently pressing my fingers against her thighs and part of her buttocks, while never taking my gaze from her. She licks her lower lip, and I bend down again to suck on her tongue.
I slide my fingers to the sides of her lingerie, and she moans.
“Tasty,” I remark.
Olívia wraps her legs around my waist, and now my fully hard cock is pressed against her sex, protected only by the thin fabric between us. I’m wearing sweatpants, so I can feel all the warmth of her body.
She squirms, rubbing, teasing, and I slide my thumb just far enough inside to reach her pubic hair. I only pass my finger over it lightly, waiting to see what she’ll do.
I feel her tense in my arms, her breath held. But then she takes the initiative to put her hands inside my shirt, touching my muscles, feeling and scratching.
“Olívia . . .”
“This is better than in my dreams,” she says, pulling me closer by the butt.
“I can make it even better.”
“You can?”
Instead of replying, I let my finger touch her clit.
“Oh, God!”
Damn, she’s so wet.
“So ready, beautiful. I can smell your arousal.”
I grab one of her breasts. It fills my hand entirely.
The dress doesn’t give me much access, but I notice her nipple is hard, and as I make circular motions on her clit, I nibble on the bud over the fabric.
“You’re driving me crazy.”
I smile because I love how she expresses everything she feels. “Do you want to come?” I tease, but I know she’s close just from the rhythm of her breathing.
“It won’t take long,” she warns.
