‘Please. I need you.’
Were words better than this ever spoken? If so, I don’t remember them.
I love the way she cries out as I lick and tease her, trying to close her legs even as she presses her hand to the back of my head to draw me nearer. I knew it would be good. I just didn’t realise the magnitude. And I have so many plans. So many ideas. One night won’t be enough. Who knows, six months may not even do.
I push the thought from my head as I stand and begin to strip. Trousers, shoes, all of it, as she watches with those otherworldly eyes.
‘Don’t,’ I command as she begins to cover herself.To lower her leg.‘If you get to watch, then I do, too. This,’ I assert, taking my aching cock into my hand. ‘This is what you’ve done to me. The question is, what are you going to do about it?’ I slide my hand up to the fat crown, twisting it just the right amount as a flash of white teeth digs into her kiss-plumped lip.
‘I could think of one or two things,’ she whispers, her eyes dark. In response, my abs tighten as though on command.
‘You’re staring.’ I slide the pre-cum from the tip over my shaft to lessen the drag, teasing myself, tormenting her.
‘It’s hard not to.’ By the small crease of her brow, she’d preferred not to have said so, which just makes my smile wider as something dark and sweet blooms in my chest. ‘I’m so conflicted,’ she mutters, covering her face with her hands. And she actually growls.
‘There’s no shame in wanting.’
‘It’s not that,’ she answers suddenly. ‘Part of me wishes thatthatpart of you wasn’t quite as perfect as the rest. Physically perfect, at least,’ she adds as though annoyed with herself.
‘I’m... sorry to disappoint?’ Only, I’m not sorry at all. ‘But I don’t think you’re close enough to judge.’
‘What?’
‘You should come nearer. You’re too far away to find fault.’
‘Really?’ The word is more giggle than anything else. She probably thinks I’m crazy.
‘Yes, an odd-looking freckle or a slight bend to the left?’ For the record, I have no such impediments. And while this is the most erotic invitation I’ve ever tendered, Olivia is a different kind of girl.
Lashes lowered, she moves toward me, her hand reaching out and brushing softly against my thigh, feeding her hands higher until her thumb meets the crest of my hip bone. She makes small circles there as she studies me, so close to where I need her touch.
‘Damn.’ Her eyes lift, their depths lustrous.
‘Did you find a fault?’ The muscles in my thighs are pulled taut, and my balls are aching. She’s so close, her soft breath blowing over me. I just want to grab the hair on the back of her head and—
‘It’s not really any smaller up close.’
‘I feel like I ought to apologise.’ Is sex supposed to be funny? Before I can say another word, she presses her mouth to my crown, her lips like petals brushing against me. I groan, the feel of her lips and the soft brush of her hair causing my abs to tighten and flex. I suck in a breath, my hands falling away at her touch because she’s holding my shaft, tonguing my glans and slit, and my legs are trembling, my head fit to explode at the intensity of the feeling.
‘You’re not the only one who can tease,’ she whispers, looking up at me with a wicked smile. I’m sorely tempted to wrap my hands in her hair and show her exactly what her threats do to me. But instead, I press her shoulder, pushing her flat against the bed.
She’s so fucking perfect. And I am so fucking ready for this.
‘I’m going to fuck you,’ I rasp, sliding my cock through her wetness. ‘Tell me you want this, too.’
‘Yes, please.’
‘Tell me you need this.’
‘I need you.’ Try as I might to harden my heart to her words, I’ve never wanted to be inside someone as much as I do Olivia. Inside her head and her body, I’m picking her apart only to put her back together again. My skin feels like it’s on fire as I wrap my hand behind her knee and slide her leg higher up the bed.
Her soft sigh is an invitation, her languid gaze a provocation, but everything drops away as I exhale slowly. Olivia’s inhalation is deliberate and sharp, drawing out into a moan.
‘Yes.’ My grunt is a counterpoint to her cry as our bodies collide. The heat and pulse of her are unravelling as I fight the urge to thrust, to rut and fuck, need flooding my veins, hot and frantic. It’s almost as if I can’t believe we’re here—finally. Is the feeling in my chest relief? Whatever it is, I’m greedy for it as I kiss her, sharing the taste of her from my tongue. As I withdraw, we both give a taut moan, her thighs pressing my hips as though to hang on to the sensation.
‘Oh, God,’ she whimpers as I begin building an easy rhythm, lost in the tide of her body pulling me in. Wild and frenetic, slow and easy, our pace is punctuated with sucking and greedy kisses. She cries out as I go deep and whimpers when I deliver shallow thrusts, hungry for it all.
I wonder if she can feel me shaking like it’s my first time?
