“Not like this, angel.”
I make her lie on the counter. The urgency is so great that I can’t wait to take off her panties, and I end up tearing them apart. I spread her thighs and gaze at the sex covered by short, black hair.
“It wasn’t like this in my fantasy. You weren’t just looking.”
“No? What was I doing?”
Her cheeks, already red from excitement, now look like two balls of fire. Instead of replying, she spreads her legs wider.
“Do you want my mouth here?” I lightly brush my finger across her wet lips, and she moans. When I touch her opening, my impatient girl squirms, nodding her head in a sign of yes.
“Did I do this in your dreams, baby?” I lower myself and run my tongue over her drenched sex.
Her hands come to my hair, gripping it tightly, asking for more.
I suck hungrily, thirstily, dying for her. I massage her clit while eating her out, and she lets out a moan of pleasure.
Her scent is driving me crazy. I’m desperate with desire, but when I insert a finger to prepare her, she clenches around it like a vice.
I lift my head to look at her, but she seems totally lost in her own pleasure, and when I try to penetrate a little deeper, her legs try to close.
Now I’m sure it wasn’t just my imagination.
“Olívia, are you a virgin?”
“I am, but don’t stop.”
I don’t think she knows what she’s saying, and I try not to show how shocked I am.
A virgin after twenty?
“Guillermo . . .”
But nothing stops us from playing.
“You mentioned celebrationbrigadeiro?”
“I’m not hungry anymore. Not for sweets.”
“I am.”
I walk over to where she left the plate and take some of the now cold sweet on my fingers.
She props herself up on her elbows, watching me, but she’s unusually quiet.
When I settle back between her thighs, I don’t break eye contact as I separate her wet lips with one hand and put the sweet on her. Olívia lies back on the counter again, and when I bend down to devour her, her legs come to my shoulders without me asking.
The suppressed arousal of knowing I can’t have her right now increases my determination to make her as desperate as I am.
I suck on her clit, feeding on a mixture of chocolate and Olívia. I could eat her forever.
I let the tip of my thumb slide into her body, but it’s not enough, so I replace it with my tongue because I want her orgasm filling my mouth.
She breathes heavily, and my cock is swollen and very eager to get lost inside my angel.
“I’m going to come.”
“Of course you are.”
