Her scent is all around me, a sweet, intoxicating perfume that's driving me wild. I want to roll in it, drown in it.
I want to fucking live in it.
The way she looked at me while she came, the way she screamed my name, it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
I want to hear it again.
I want to hear her screaming my name all night long.
The only thing she’s wearing are those sexy heels.
They drive me crazy. She’s got these long legs that look even longer when she’s in a pair of heels, and I like to imagine fucking her in them.
But I want those legs wrapped around me fully. So I get up and slowly unbuckle the strap of one shoe and pull it off, kissing her ankle when her foot is free, then I do the same for the other.
Olivia shivers, curling her toes.
Then I'm back on her, pressing my full weight into her. She lets out a soft sigh.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Olivia," I say, my voice a low growl against her ear. "I'm going to fuck you until the only thing you remember is my name."
Her pupils dilate, her breath hitches, and I know she's with me. She wants this as muchas I do.
I kiss her then, a deep, possessive kiss that’s a brand and a promise all at once. She kisses me back, a desperate, hungry kiss that tells me everything I need to know.
I could spend a lifetime doing this. Tasting her, touching her, learning every inch of her body.
She pulls at her restraints, not to escape, but from a desperate need to touch me, and it nearly undoes me. The trust she has in me to let me tie her up, to completely surrender her body to me, is a gift I don’t take lightly.
I reach up and untie her wrists. I've had my fun with that. For now.
Immediately, she runs her hands over my chest, her touch as light as a feather.
I catch her hands and bring them to my mouth, kissing each palm.
My cock aches, a hard, insistent throb that demands attention.
I wrap my hand around it, squeezing the base to release some pressure, then I line myself up at her entrance. The head of my dick brushes against her wet, swollen folds.
She's so ready for me, so wet, so welcoming.
I push inside her, just an inch, a teasing taste of what's to come.
I groan, the sensationalmost too much.
"You're so fucking wet, Olivia," I grit out, my hands fisting in the sheets on either side of her head. "My dick is going to just slide right in, isn't it?"
I take myself in my own hand and run the head of my cock up and down her opening, teasing her, teasing myself.
"Please," she begs, her hips arching up to meet me. "Please, Roberto."
I look at her, at her face, flushed with pleasure and a desperate need for me. Her body is taut, a bowstring pulled to its breaking point.
She's mine.
All mine.
I thrust into her, one hard, deep stroke that buries me to the hilt.
