I let out a groan as she gives it a little squeeze. She moans in her sleep, her hips moving in time with her teasing strokes of my cock.
Fuck.
I should stop her, especially when she starts rubbing her pussy against me, letting out breathless little moans. I don’t stop her. Instead, I grip her ass, pushing her tighter against me as she rubs herself on me. Her movements freeze for a moment, and I know she’s awake. Probably taking stock of what’s happening. Her hand on my cock squeezes lightly, and she gasps. I answer her squeeze with one to her ass which pulls a moan from her.
I expect her to pull away, but she doesn’t. She buries her face into my chest and moves against me, rubbing her wet cunt withpurpose. Her hand slips under the waistband of my underwear and grips my cock.
“Fuck, baby…”
Olive’s motions become jerky, and I know she’s close. “Can’t stop… sorry… can’t… oh God…”
“It’s okay, angel. Take what you need.” I grip her ass more firmly as she starts to shake under my grip. In seconds, her orgasm crashes into her, sweeping her away on a low moan of pure bliss.
She collapses against me, replete. Her hand still gripping my cock but no longer stroking as she recovers from her release. She pulls her hand from my boxers, and I groan. I won’t lie; I feel monumental amounts of relief when she pushes my underwear down past my cock, gasping as I spring free for her.
Olive moves so fast I don’t have time to stop her before she’s straddling my hips, her wet panties pressed against my aching cock. Her hands slap down on my chest, and her eyes meet mine. Bright blue and hungry. Feeling her wet pussy on top of me is heaven. I can tell she’s completely soaked through her panties.
My hands go to her hips. I tell myself it’s to hold her still, to stop this madness before I give in to it, but I’m not strong enough. I don’t think any man would be. Not with Olive’s pink lips parted on a moan, her nipples pebbled under her barely-there top, her panties practically glued to her wet pussy.
No. I don’t stop her. I encourage her. My hands grip her tight, and I thrust up against her. She moans my name, and precum spills from my tip. Olive reaches between us and slides her panties to the side, and then it’s nothing but hot, wet pussy against the underside of my bare cock.
“Fuck, Olive, baby. We’ve gotta stop.” I plead for mercy.
“I want you, Harrison. Take me. I’m yours.”
Her words are a match to gasoline. There isn’t a bit of restraint left in me. I roll us until she’s flat on her back, gaspingfor breath at the quick change in position. I hover over her, my thick cock resting in the cradle of her thighs. A snake ready to strike at the slightest provocation.
“If we do this, there’s no going back. You’ll be all mine. No one else can have you.”
She nods her understanding, but I need more. I need her words.
“Tell me what you want, Olive. Say the words so there aren’t any misunderstandings between us,” I growl.
“I want you. Make me yours. Fuck me…” Those last two words are murmured shyly but are powerful enough to have my cock aching to do just that.
I can tell she expects me to just plunge into her, but I won’t do that. Not to my sweet virgin. She deserves better no matter how much she wants it fast and hard. I pull her shirt up and off her body. Her sexy little tits bounce free, and my cock leaks more precum. My hands cup her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples into hard peaks. Olive gasps and moans, wordlessly begging me for more.
“You’re so fucking responsive.”
My mouth comes down on one of her berry pink nipples. I lick it, then suck the bud into my mouth, lashing it with my tongue. Her fingers weave into my hair, tugging the strands, her hips pressing up, reminding me how ready she is.
I don’t give in to the temptation. Instead, I kiss my way down her belly, pausing to lick a circle around her belly button. She giggles and gasps, tugging my hair to move me away from the ticklish spot. I kiss across her hips from one side to the other, avoiding the sweet heaven between her thighs. I make quick work of removing her panties, tossing them aside. I settle between her thighs, my mouth poised just above her.
“Please…” she gasps.
I blow a warm stream of air along her pink slit, and she jerks at the tease, whimpering.
So fucking responsive.
I want to take it slow but seeing her sweet pussy wet and ready for me has my mouth watering and my control slipping. It’s impossible to convince myself to slow down, especially with my cock practically begging me to hurry it up. I drop my mouth to her sweetness, licking her from top to bottom and back again. Her fingers grip my hair tightly. I have to pin her to the bed to keep her from writhing beneath my touch.
Giving up on going slow, I lick and suck at her clit, loving her reactions. I circle her clit with my tongue, trying different touches until I find the one that has her moaning my name and fighting against my hold. I lick her tight little hole, knowing that it’s going to be a tight fit. My cock drips thinking about how she’s going to fit around me. I slip a finger into her tightness, then another, stretching her. The last thing I want is to hurt her. No, this will be nothing but pleasure for my woman.
I thrust my fingers into her, finding that rough patch of skin that has her back arching. I rub that spot relentlessly as I suck her clit. Within moments her back is arching and her lips are parted on a moan.
“That’s it, Olive. Fucking come for me,” I command.
That’s all it takes for her to combust. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, and her clit throbs under my tongue. I lick her straight through her orgasm and slowly start to build her up again. When she’s dangling on the edge, I back off, wanting her to crave that release more than anything.
