Staring her down, I inch closer and closer to her center.
I lightly caress her folds with the tip of my tongue, breaking past the barrier. Her body instantly loosens, begging for more.
"This," I groan into her perfect pussy. "This is exactly what I was thinking about outside."
A soft moan escapes before she clasps her own hand over her mouth.
"And fuck, Liv. You taste so fucking good."
"Fuck me, Raul. Please," she whimpers.
"Anything for you."
I stand, pinning her back on my bed with one hand. Her legs are still barely slung over my shoulders, hung by the heels of her feet. Perfect.
I finally free my aching cock, gripping it at the base. Fuck, I want to feel her wrapped around me.
I grind against her, waiting for her to take the bait.
"Now," she groans and arches back against me.
I take the sign and bottom into her.
She yelps, loudly. I smirk and shush her once more.
Olivia scowls at me, but her legs are still trembling.
I move slowly, angling myself against her to hit the edge of her inner wall, stretching out her perfect pussy.
My right hand reaches down and circles her swollen clit. She's so fucking close and I need to feel it. Right now.
While my thumb is preoccupied, my other hand slowly caresses her hip and around her perfect ass, cupping it underneath her.
She bucks against the touch, hips rolling against my hand, desperate and shameless now. The sound that slips out of her is low and broken, half gasp, half plea, and it makes my control tighten by the second.
My thumb keeps working her slowly, deliberately, while I hold her in place. Her fingers clutch at the sheets, then at my arm, then at nothing at all, like she can't quite decide what to hold onto. She's breathing harder now, chest rising and falling fast, her whole body starting to tremble with the kind of need that leaves a person undone.
"Quiet," I murmur near her ear, the words low and rough.
That gets a reaction. A flash of defiance in her eyes, even through the haze. But it doesn't last long. Not when I keep my rhythm steady, not when I keep giving her just enough to make her chase it harder.
Her legs tighten around me. Her heels dig in. Her whole body arches, then folds, then arches again, caught somewhere between wanting control and losing it completely.
I can feel how close she is.
So I keep going. Slow at first. Then harder. Then deeper, until the breath in her lungs starts coming apart in ragged little sounds she's trying to keep quiet but is failing. Her nails scrape along my back and her hips shift to meet mine.
My hand cups under her ass again and squeezes harder, lifting her for a better angle. I feel my cock drag perfectly against that spot inside, every slide pulling her tighter, walls closing in.
Olivia's body starts convulsing as she shatters around me, and something in me breaks. Her back bows, thighs clamp asher walls pulse wildly around me. A silent scream escapes her, mouth open, hand slapping back over it just in time.
We ride it out slow, drawing every tremor, every flutter until she slumps, panting.
I pull out carefully before flipping her to her stomach. I pull her ass up by her hips, and she arches to present her perfect pussy back to me. Perfect.
I line myself up to her core, sinking myself into her once more. It tightens around me like a hug, almost massaging.
My eyes flutter closed as I try to memorize this feeling. Using my hands on her hips, I pull her back onto my cock.
