Olivia drops her head against the tree. “Then fuck me, Ford.”
This time, I chuckle as I inch into her. She’s exactly as I remember her; feisty when she talks yet sweet when she comes. Olivia is just as tight and heavenly as she was before, only this time when her eyes meet mine and I’m fully sheathed inside her, the feeling that crashes into me isn’t just drunken lust.
It’s love.
Fuck.
I love my accidental wife.
I’ve been in love with her from the start.
Olivia bites down on her bottom lip as I pull out. I don’t slam into her; I don’t fuck her hard or fast. I might have once, but not now.
I take each thrust slowly, learning every inch of her, watching the little expressions, listening to every whimper. When I reapply pressure to her clit, she chokes on a breath and her lashes flutter. Despite being pressed against a tree, she finds a way to meet my thrusts with little rocks of her hips that sends me crazy.
“I’m. So. Close,” she whimpers, fingers tightening on my shoulders. “Oh, God, Ford. Please. I need to come.”
My cock twitches and swells in warning. “Almost, darlin’. You’re doing so well,” I grunt, shifting her a little higher so I can piston harder into her, each thrust a little more desperate than the last.
I circle her clit and tweak it between my thumb and pointer, making her cry out.
Olivia’s pussy clamps hard around me, walls fluttering, body tensing. “Ford!”
Everything comes to an end with an explosion. She slumps in my arms as I fuck her through her orgasm and into my own,coming hard. Our release mingles as our harsh breaths fill the air. I swear I can hear our thundering heart beats matching one another’s tempos.
I drop my forehead to hers. “You okay, darlin’?”
Olivia shudders with a small laugh. “Are you?”
Our eyes meet, and I can still see some of that hesitation playing in the depths. “I’m always okay. Even better now with you. But I’m not worried about me.”
Her lashes flutter as she releases a breath. “Ford…”
“Don’t make me beg,” I murmur as I pull out of her. “Don’t make me get on my knees. I will, Olivia. For you, I’ll do anything. Even embarrass myself to get you to talk to me.”
Olivia cups my cheek gently, eyes dark. “I’m okay,” she whispers, sounding more resolute than before. “Really, Ford. You just…you keep finding ways to surprise me, is all.”
A small smile curls my lips. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Her brows furrow in confusion, then widen when I push two fingers inside her. A moan passes her swollen lips, and her head falls back to hit the tree as I curl the digits inside her.
“I love the little sounds you make,” I murmur, pulling out, glancing down at our mixed release coating me. “I sure as hell want to hear them all.”I lift my hand between us, catching her eye. “Open those pretty lips and taste us.”
Those dark eyes widen a fraction, but Olivia does what I say and parts her lips.
Fuck, I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have them wrapped around me.
I touch her plump bottom lip, but she takes me in her mouth without a word, moaning around my fingers as she sucks our cum clean off them. Her eyes flutter close, tongue lapping at my middle finger first, then pointer, each one thoroughly clean when she releases me.
“Fuck,” I whisper. “That was a lot hotter than I expected, darlin’.”
A pink tinge colours her cheeks. “And I didn’t expect to like it as much as I did.”
I finally release her legs so she can stand on her own, but I keep her pushed against the tree. “You did?”
Something flashes in her eyes, then her hand clamps around my wet cock. “Maybe.”
I hiss, stiffening as she strokes me from base to tip. “Darlin’…” I warn, voice hard.
