I pull her back into me before I can think better of it, crashing our lips together again. My teeth graze her bottom lip, and she tastes so goddamn good. Sweet and sharp and everything I've been starving for. I need more.
The kiss turns hungry fast. My hands tug at the hem of her shirt, my body screaming to strip every layer between us, but my head's yelling just as loud, trying to rebuild that wall I swore I'd keep up.
It's been so long since I've been physical with a woman. Longer since it's been someone I actually care about. Someone who's tried to see past the bullshit.
She breaks away just long enough to yank her shirt over her head, then dives back into the kiss like she can't stand the space between us. Her fingers fumble with her jeans, unbuttoning andshoving them down her hips. She kicks them off in a clumsy rush, and my hands slide from her waist to that round ass I can't get enough of.
Fuck, I'm obsessed with her curves.
Now she's standing there in a pink lace thong and a solid black bra, every inch of her perfect.
I've never seen anything more beautiful.
I start shoving my sweats down, and her hands join mine, brushing over my already hard dick. My heart stutters at the contact, heat shooting straight through me.
The sweats pool at my feet. I glance down for half a second, suddenly hyper-aware of where we are. Right in the living room, steps from the futon. But it doesn't matter. I'm not stopping. Not until I've had all of her.
I step out of them, then my hands are back on her, sliding under her ass. I bend my knees and lift her up, carrying her the ten short steps to my bedroom. She lets out a surprised squeak as I toss her onto the bed, and then she's laughing. And it's this bright, gorgeous sound that hits me square in the chest.
"No one's ever carried me like that before," she gasps between giggles.
"Well, I just did." I shrug and drop down between her legs.
My arms hook under her thighs, lips pressing to her inner thigh. She tenses, trying to close them.
"You really don't have to," she murmurs, voice small.
"Olivia." I kiss higher, closer to the lace. "You don't get it. I need to."
I peel the thong aside, exposing her perfect folds, and drag my tongue slow along her. Her legs finally relax, opening for me. I groan into her as she lets me deeper, every muscle inside her pulsing against my mouth, begging for more.
I give it to her.
One finger slides in easy, and the way she clenches around it pulls a rough sound from my throat. Fuck.
I add another finger, curving them and slowly moving them inside her.
Her hips buck as I suck her swollen clit, body writhing under my tongue. She's close. I can feel it in the way she trembles, taste it in the way she floods my mouth.
Right now, nothing else exists. I need her to come. Need to feel it. Taste it.
Her hips arch off the bed as I work her harder, my tongue circling her clit with steady pressure while my fingers curl inside her, hitting that spot that makes her gasp my name. She's soaking wet, trembling under me, every sound she makes driving me fucking insane.
"Raul. Fuck!"
Her thighs clamp around my head, and then she breaks. Her whole body seizes, pussy clenching tight around my fingers as she comes hard, flooding my mouth with her taste. I don't stop, lapping it up, groaning into her as she rides it out, her hands fisting the sheets, back bowing off the mattress.
When she finally collapses, panting and spent, I pull back just enough to look at her. Her chest heaves, skin flushed, eyes half-lidded and dazed. Perfect.
I crawl up her body, kissing my way over her stomach, between her breasts, until I'm hovering over her mouth. She tastes herself on my lips when she pulls me down, kissing me slow and deep, like she's not done yet.
"Raul," she breathes, chest still heaving as she catches her breath.
"Yeah?" My eyes drop to her tits, watching them rise and fall.
"I need more."
"Take it then," I say, one eyebrow lifting. "Like a good girl."
