“Sorry.” She wasn’t, and she now knew one of his weaknesses. Her exploring continued down to his cock, which jutted out, seeking her attention. As if she could ignore it. She wrapped her hands around him, stroking over his velvety hardness. Her mouth salivated for a taste of him.Soon.
“I’m feeling a little underdressed here.” Heath groaned.
He stood gloriously naked in front of her, while she was still fully clothed. “I can fix that.” Olivia reached for the zipper at the back of her neck but found she couldn’t reach it. “Do you mind?” She asked, giving him her back and pushing her hair over one shoulder.
“It’s a dirty job, but I think I can manage.”
“Be gentle with it. I borrowed it from Hannah.”
Heath started to chuckle. “We’re about to make love for the first time, and you’re worried about a dress?”
Olivia glared at him over her shoulder. “It’s not mine, so yes, I don’t want you to rip it.”
“I’ll be careful of the dress.” Heath placed a kiss on the back of her neck. Olivia’s eyes closed at the sensation then gasped, when he nipped the flesh just before he lowered the zipper to the end, which sat just above her ass.
He pushed the material apart and grumbled low in his throat, as he trailed hot, delicious kisses down her back. “You taste so good. Like honey. Sweet.”
Olivia warred with demanding Heath to hurry along and not take his time. She loved the exquisite torture, but she was ready to make love with him. To feel him hot and hard, thrusting inside of her, making her quiver, until she orgasmed.
Olivia pushed the dress off her shoulders and wiggled her hips to push it the rest of the way off. She turned around to face Heath and tell him it was time to move this to the bedroom, but Heath had other plans, when he buried his face between her legs.
Olivia clutched the back of his head, as his tongue stroked over her hidden nub. Olivia widened her stance to allow him greater access, but it felt like an awkward angle. A glance over her shoulder showed they were right in front of the couch. Olivia fell back, her stomach summersaulted, as she free fell for a second, before flopping on the couch. Heath looked at her with confusion, until she spread her legs open.
“I love the way your mind works.” Heath scooted across the floor on his knees. Using his two thumbs, he spread her open, before diving back down. Olivia lifted her legs over his shoulders and lounged back. Her hand drifted down to her nipple and tweaked it, as Heath’s tongue swirled and danced over her core, hitting that magical spot that had her climbing quickly towards orgasm.
Her hips rolled seeking more, as Heath lighted the pressure, as if he knew she was close and wanted to prolong it. With her free hand, she gripped his hair and pushed him closer. “Please, Heath. I want to come.”
“Not yet.”
“I’m so close.”
“Tell me you want me.”
She did, but what she felt for him was so much more. “I love you.” She countered him.
She felt Heath’s groan reverberate through her whole body, as his tongue applied more pressure to the right spot, and then light exploded behind her eyes, as her body convulsed. Olivia threw back her head and bellowed, as her body splintered apart into a million pieces.
Olivia collapsed back against the couch, feeling boneless and drained and a little light headed. Damn, that had been intense. Probably, one of the best orgasms she had ever had in her life.
She felt herself lifted into the air, and then she was flying. Heath was carrying her somewhere, and at the moment, she couldn’t care where. Then, she was lowered back down. She hissed in shock at the feel of cold sheets at her overheated back, but didn’t have long to dwell on it, when Heath’s body draped over hers.
Olivia’s eyes fluttered open to see him hovering over her. He held up his upper body weight on his hands, while they were touching from hip down. Leaning his weight to one side, he used his free hand to stroke over her face.
“You are so beautiful.”
“You’re not too bad yourself.”
“I mean it.” He said in all seriousness. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met.”
Olivia raised a skeptical brow. She would never call herself ugly, but she didn’t think she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
“You don’t believe me?”
“I just find it hard to believe that I’m the most beautiful.”
“I’m not talking about looks. It’s everything. It’s this.” He pointed at her head. “You’re smart.” He pointed next to her heart. “You have the most generous and loving heart. And this.” He pointed to her lips.
“What’s so beautiful about my lips?”
