They both groaned as she slipped down his cock, her drenched pussy enveloping him with heat. With her eyes shut tight and her head thrown back, she froze like she was memorizing this moment. He caressed her hips and ran one hand up her side to squeeze one of her perfect tits. Leaning forward, he sucked the other nipple into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth.
“Olivia, if you don’t start moving I’m going to go nuts.” He licked her bud again, desperate. “Ride me, Princess.”
She whimpered, and started to rock her hips back and forth till she found her rhythm. Then she was slowly sliding up and down his cock. His mouth encouraged her with sucking kisses on her breasts and his hands gripped her hips as she rode him faster. Faster. Harder. Until she was crying out, chasing her orgasm.
He was getting close, but he needed her to come first. “That’s it, baby. Use me.” Her face was a masterpiece; he could watch it all night. The first flutters of her orgasm started, and that’s when he dug his fingers into her hips and thrust his pelvis up into her. She squeezed his dick in a vice grip as she went over the crest, screaming his name and digging her nails into his shoulders. Hopefully she’d leave marks. He wanted to be marked as hers. It was the first time in a long time he’d had that thought about a woman. But he could consider that later. There was a tingle in the base of his spine that consumed all rational thought as he kept thrusting, extending her orgasm and bringing his release up from his toes.
“Olivia!” He spilled her name and his seed at the same time. Gasping as he came, his release went on much longer than normal. When he finally opened his eyes, she was staring down at him in dazed wonder. Her hands cupped his face, and she leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips.
They sat like that until he started to soften, which caused him to quickly grip the condom. She slid off his lap, and he made his way on wobbling legs to the open door of the bathroom. When he got back to the living room, his lover had her head propped up on one arm, still basking in the afterglow.
“Stay?”
He smiled, relieved he’d packed a bag. “Yeah. Let me run to the car and get some things, okay?”
She nodded, and rose from the couch. At some point during their romp, the cat had disappeared. Now she came out of what he assumed was the bedroom, looking at him suspiciously.
“I don’t think your cat is very happy with me.” Jake pulled on his clothes quickly.
“She’ll survive. I’ll let you feed her a T-R-E-A-T when you get back so she likes you.” She stretched her arms above her head. “I need a shower.”
He waggled his eyebrows. “Wait for me, baby. I won’t be long.” Her smile almost blinded him. He hurried for his SUV, his hands itching to rub suds all over his princess.
Scratch, scratch, scratch.
Olivia snuggled deeper into a warm chest and sighed with contentment.
Scratch. Scratch.
Something didn’t feel right. The room was too bright. She should have been up already when Kusanagi—oh shit.
“Mrrrrroooooooooooooooooow!”
Olivia threw off the covers and blinked. The alarm clock on her bedside table read eleven in the morning. Kusanagi usually woke her at six for breakfast. Jake grunted as she jumped out of bed in nothing but her birthday suit. She opened the bedroom door and Kusanagi bolted toward the kitchen.
Yeah, she was pissed.
Olivia followed her toward the kitchen. “I’m sorry, Kus-kus …”Squish. Fully awake now, she winced as her feet met what felt like a wet sponge. She looked down to see her carpet was soaked. Her bare feet slopped through the dining room to the kitchen. When she flipped the light on, she gasped.
“Kusanagi!” she screamed.
The damn cat had knocked over her water dish, full of water, and it had gotten everywhere. The tiny kitchen hadn’t been able to contain all the water, which covered the floor up to the carpet tread. She really regretted buying that big fancy fountain for Kus-kus. Sure, it lasted all day while she was at work, but it didn’t feel worth it right now. She needed caffeine to muster up the energy to clean the kitchen, but the coffee pot was inside. The perpetrator perched on the counter, where shedefinitelywas not allowed, and glared at her.
“You’re lucky you’re so damn cute,” she muttered.
“What’s going on—the fuck?” Jake’s giant feet squished from behind her.
“Someone flipped her ginormous water dish.” Olivia finger-combed her hair, now fully aware she was stark naked standing on soaked carpet.
Jake had the foresight to put his boxers on. Probably a wise move, with the feisty mood her cat was in right now.
“Where do you keep your extra towels?”
“They’re … they’re in the bedroom closet. There’s an organizer in there.”
He left, returning with every towel she owned, even the giant beach towel. Starting at the edge of the disaster that was now her dining room, Jake spread towels across the floor, soaking up the water.
“At least it’s only water and not something yellow …”
