“Did I do exactly what you wanted me to do?”
“Most of the time.”
Her head turns toward me the slightest bit. “Was I a bad girl the rest of the time?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Did you punish me?”
“Only because I knew you loved it.”
Olivia pulls my hand out from the best place on earth. “I’ll tell you a secret if you take off your pants,” she whispers.
“I’ll take my pants off even if youdon’ttell me a secret.” I pull my pants off, tossing them aside.
She shimmies and wiggles and tosses her underwear away, leaving her Snoopy shirt on. She reaches for something in the drawer of her bedside table, tears that something open. “I thought about you too,” she says quietly, with a tone that’s almost threatening.
And it does.
She is threatening my sanity.
“It was only one time, though, when I was a teenager.” She rolls the condom onto me, straddling me. The covers have fallen down around our lower legs. I explore her thighs, her hips, her waist. I can’t stop touching her. “It was Thanksgiving,” she says. “Remember that time you stood up and I accidentally touched your…?”
“Yes.”
Fuck.
Yes.
“I was so mad at you and so turned on.”
Watching as she lowers herself onto me, I hold my cock steady for her and listen to her gasping and hissing. And I watch as the magic happens.
“It was the first time I’d ever fingered myself.”
“Jesus.”
“I was so wet, Johnny. And so mad that I felt that way because ofyou.”
When I’m in as deep as she can take me, she’s still for a minute, eyes closed, acclimating. I hold my breath and wait for her next move. Her next move is, as always, phenomenal. She pulls the top off over her head, arches her neck, her back, rocking her hips slowly, slowly.
“In my fantasy, my family left us alone to go buy ice cream. It was just you and me in the dining room.” She guides my hands up to her tits, slides my right hand farther up to her neck. “We sat there staring at each other for the longest time.” She circles her hips, clenches around me, sways her head. “And just that, even. Just staring into your intense, infuriating eyes—it was so hot.”
I stroke her jaw. Tilting her chin down, she kisses the tip of my thumb and then sucks my entire thumb into her warm mouth.
I can’t suppress the groan, but she covers my mouth with her hand, muffling it. When she slides her mouth up, releasing my thumb, she continues. “We just waited for the other to make the first move. I started to laugh, and all of a sudden, you stood up, grabbed me, and pulled me up to kiss you. I bit your lower lip and then kissed you back.”
She rocks back and forth with a little more urgency. Covering my mouth with both hands, she lowers her chest to mine. “You swept your arm and cleared the table. Things went flying and crashing to the floor. I climbed up and lay back, and you ripped my tights.”
“Yeah, I did,” I say into the palm of her hand.
“You fucked me so good, Johnny. It was fast and hot and dirty. Don’t come yet, okay?”
“Mmmph.” She uncovers my mouth. “I made you come?”
“Of course.”
“When you were fingering yourself, I mean?”
