“I like the way you think.”
I continued to kiss down her body, losing myself in the feel of her. The soft skin on the side of her breast, the three inches above her belly button where she was a little ticklish, the skin over her hip bone. Each inch of her a new obsession. “Do you like it when I tell you what I’m going to do?” I dragged my lips over the top of her thigh. “To give you a preview?”
She groaned a “Yes,” and let her knees fall apart for me again.
“So, you like it when I tell you I’m going to devour this pretty pussy once or twice more before I come up for air?”
"Did you call it pretty?" Olivia’s eyes narrowed and she looked down, her gaze visible over the swells of her breasts.
I slid a palm over her belly and then lower to where she was slick and hot under my fingertips. I’d excited her like this and knowing now how she tasted and that she wanted more made me ache for her. I loved how she squirmed under my touch. "Very pretty, but that's not the right word." I inched my lips closer and gave a slow, soft kiss, brushing my mouth to the spot just to the left of where she wanted me. "Intoxicating is more accurate."
“Intoxicating,” she repeated, letting her head fall back on the pillow, lifting her hips toward my mouth, stopped only by my hold on her thighs.
“Tsk tsk, Olivia.” I dragged my tongue up her seam, still holding her in place. “I’m going to lick you slow like this until you’re squirming too much for me to hold you in place and then I’m going to…” I swirled my tongue around her clit the way she’d liked the first time. Olivia’s whimper was perfection in my ears, a sound I wanted to hold in my memory forever. I wanted her in my head forever. In my head and in my heart.
I dismissed the thought, attending to the task at hand, the task of worshipping every delicious inch of her, but the inclination to hope for her love lingered. In each move of her hips and with each new whimper that tug on my heart grew because I knew I wanted moments like this like I wanted her next to me in bed, reading while our toes touched under the sheets.
Her fingers tightened in my hair. “Stop. Stop. Oh, God, Benny. I can’t take it anymore.”
I stroked the side of her thigh and up her hip. She’d come twice, her perfect heat against my mouth made me feel drunk. Intoxicating really was the right word. “Olivia, you're trembling.”
Her forearm fell over her gorgeous face, and I stood on unsteady legs, climbing on the bed to hold her, my palm moving over her belly and up her sides.
“Benny,” she said on a slow, languid breath, her head lolling toward me. “Why didn’t you tell me it would be like that the first day we met?”
I dropped my lips to her shoulder and rolled her to her side, pressing my cock against her round, perfect ass. “That would have been a bit presumptuous.” She backed against me, and I fought the primal urge to plunge into her that second. “And Pepper would have been scandalized.”
“A little presumption can pay off sometimes,” she said, reaching behind her to hold my head, sliding her fingers through my hair.
“Is it presumptuous to tell you I want to bury myself inside you?” I trailed kisses along the delicate skin of her neck. “That I need to know if you like it slow and deep or fast and hard?”
“Very presumptuous,” she said rolling her body against me, my cock aching for her. “You assume I won’t take control of the speed myself.”
“Oh,” I said, genuinely surprised, my hand and lips stilling against her. “Oh.” I repeated the word, slower this time, understanding and appreciation filtering through the haze of pure wanting. I continued my kisses and took one full breast in my hand, kneading and rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. “By all means, my beautiful Olivia.”
“You like that?” She reached back between us to stroke my cock.
“Like is an incredibly poor understatement.” I rolled to my back and motioned for her to roll over. As she rose to her knees, I let my gaze fall down her body, tracing every curve of her fantastic body. “I…can’t believe this is real.”
She straddled me and I could have passed out, her slick pussy against my cock. “Me either,” she said, teasing me, sliding against the head. “I don’t want to wait anymore. “I’m on birth control.”
“Are you sure? You trust me to that level?”
She rolled her hips so the wet lips of her pussy stroked the head of my cock. “I trust you. If you trust me,” she said.
"I absolutely do. Yes—” my words froze in my throat as she lowered herself onto me, bare skin against skin. She gasped as she sank lower, my cock filling her, and it took every inch of control not to thrust, not to roll her to her back and take back control.
Olivia was all the way down, then sliding on me. “I like it slow at first and then fast and hard,” she said, her breasts bouncing as she moved, a sight I could have stared at forever were I not drawn to watching where our bodies joined.
“Hard is good,” I said, sounding less like the suave man I hoped to be and more like me, a man desperate for this woman. “Hard is very good.” I moved my thumb against her clit, her bundle of nerves swollen and needing. “My God, woman, you’re going to make me come embarrassingly fast.”
“Payback,” she said, panting, grinding faster against me, so hot around me, I felt the heat raise up my spine.
“I haven’t begun to pay you back,” I said, giving in and thrusting up into her, loving the way she reacted to me, letting me know I was against the right spot inside her. “I want to know everything that makes you wild.”
“Benny,” she groaned, leading me to thrust up again and again, meeting her each time, our rhythm in sync, our ragged breathing in time, our bodies connected. I pressed my thumb more firmly against her clit, wanting to pull one more orgasm from her before I came.
“Do you want to come all over my cock, Olivia?” The question was absurd and I wasn’t positive I’d put the words in the right order. I’d never felt like this before, never felt my cock in every inch of my body like this. “Because I want you dripping down me,” I rasped, thrusting up again and again. “I want you trembling again.”
“Benny,” she cried, a flush moving up her chest to her neck, her thighs tensed over me and her body beginning to contract around my cock, a delicious roll of pleasure.
“Come for me, Olivia.” I circled her clit and thrust into her once more as she tipped over the edge, writhing against me and her nails digging into my chest.
“Yes,” she cried. “Fuck, Bennett. Yes!”
“Give it all to me,” I said, waiting for her cries to begin to subside and I rolled her to her back, bracing one arm next to her head and thrusting into her, deep, hard, and fast, needing all of this. “I’m going to come, Olivia.”
“Do it inside me,” she panted.
“Are you sure?”
She did something with her muscles that made my eyes roll back in my head. “Yes.”
I wasn’t sure if I said it outloud but I knew I loved this woman a moment later when I exploded and the world went momentarily black as pleasure rushed through my body in aggressive waves. I’d known on a heart level and a head level for weeks, and now my body knew her, too. I was lost to this woman.
“Benny,” she said, as I collapsed next to her, our bodies still together.
“Stay tonight. Please,” I said into her neck. “We have so much to talk about and I’d like to do that five or ten more times, but mostly I just don’t want to leave you yet.”
“Well, you’re still inside me…I’m not going anywhere yet.” She rested her hand over my heart. “I’ll stay.”
I hoped she heard the forever in her head like I heard it in mine.
I continued to kiss down her body, losing myself in the feel of her. The soft skin on the side of her breast, the three inches above her belly button where she was a little ticklish, the skin over her hip bone. Each inch of her a new obsession. “Do you like it when I tell you what I’m going to do?” I dragged my lips over the top of her thigh. “To give you a preview?”
She groaned a “Yes,” and let her knees fall apart for me again.
“So, you like it when I tell you I’m going to devour this pretty pussy once or twice more before I come up for air?”
"Did you call it pretty?" Olivia’s eyes narrowed and she looked down, her gaze visible over the swells of her breasts.
I slid a palm over her belly and then lower to where she was slick and hot under my fingertips. I’d excited her like this and knowing now how she tasted and that she wanted more made me ache for her. I loved how she squirmed under my touch. "Very pretty, but that's not the right word." I inched my lips closer and gave a slow, soft kiss, brushing my mouth to the spot just to the left of where she wanted me. "Intoxicating is more accurate."
“Intoxicating,” she repeated, letting her head fall back on the pillow, lifting her hips toward my mouth, stopped only by my hold on her thighs.
“Tsk tsk, Olivia.” I dragged my tongue up her seam, still holding her in place. “I’m going to lick you slow like this until you’re squirming too much for me to hold you in place and then I’m going to…” I swirled my tongue around her clit the way she’d liked the first time. Olivia’s whimper was perfection in my ears, a sound I wanted to hold in my memory forever. I wanted her in my head forever. In my head and in my heart.
I dismissed the thought, attending to the task at hand, the task of worshipping every delicious inch of her, but the inclination to hope for her love lingered. In each move of her hips and with each new whimper that tug on my heart grew because I knew I wanted moments like this like I wanted her next to me in bed, reading while our toes touched under the sheets.
Her fingers tightened in my hair. “Stop. Stop. Oh, God, Benny. I can’t take it anymore.”
I stroked the side of her thigh and up her hip. She’d come twice, her perfect heat against my mouth made me feel drunk. Intoxicating really was the right word. “Olivia, you're trembling.”
Her forearm fell over her gorgeous face, and I stood on unsteady legs, climbing on the bed to hold her, my palm moving over her belly and up her sides.
“Benny,” she said on a slow, languid breath, her head lolling toward me. “Why didn’t you tell me it would be like that the first day we met?”
I dropped my lips to her shoulder and rolled her to her side, pressing my cock against her round, perfect ass. “That would have been a bit presumptuous.” She backed against me, and I fought the primal urge to plunge into her that second. “And Pepper would have been scandalized.”
“A little presumption can pay off sometimes,” she said, reaching behind her to hold my head, sliding her fingers through my hair.
“Is it presumptuous to tell you I want to bury myself inside you?” I trailed kisses along the delicate skin of her neck. “That I need to know if you like it slow and deep or fast and hard?”
“Very presumptuous,” she said rolling her body against me, my cock aching for her. “You assume I won’t take control of the speed myself.”
“Oh,” I said, genuinely surprised, my hand and lips stilling against her. “Oh.” I repeated the word, slower this time, understanding and appreciation filtering through the haze of pure wanting. I continued my kisses and took one full breast in my hand, kneading and rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. “By all means, my beautiful Olivia.”
“You like that?” She reached back between us to stroke my cock.
“Like is an incredibly poor understatement.” I rolled to my back and motioned for her to roll over. As she rose to her knees, I let my gaze fall down her body, tracing every curve of her fantastic body. “I…can’t believe this is real.”
She straddled me and I could have passed out, her slick pussy against my cock. “Me either,” she said, teasing me, sliding against the head. “I don’t want to wait anymore. “I’m on birth control.”
“Are you sure? You trust me to that level?”
She rolled her hips so the wet lips of her pussy stroked the head of my cock. “I trust you. If you trust me,” she said.
"I absolutely do. Yes—” my words froze in my throat as she lowered herself onto me, bare skin against skin. She gasped as she sank lower, my cock filling her, and it took every inch of control not to thrust, not to roll her to her back and take back control.
Olivia was all the way down, then sliding on me. “I like it slow at first and then fast and hard,” she said, her breasts bouncing as she moved, a sight I could have stared at forever were I not drawn to watching where our bodies joined.
“Hard is good,” I said, sounding less like the suave man I hoped to be and more like me, a man desperate for this woman. “Hard is very good.” I moved my thumb against her clit, her bundle of nerves swollen and needing. “My God, woman, you’re going to make me come embarrassingly fast.”
“Payback,” she said, panting, grinding faster against me, so hot around me, I felt the heat raise up my spine.
“I haven’t begun to pay you back,” I said, giving in and thrusting up into her, loving the way she reacted to me, letting me know I was against the right spot inside her. “I want to know everything that makes you wild.”
“Benny,” she groaned, leading me to thrust up again and again, meeting her each time, our rhythm in sync, our ragged breathing in time, our bodies connected. I pressed my thumb more firmly against her clit, wanting to pull one more orgasm from her before I came.
“Do you want to come all over my cock, Olivia?” The question was absurd and I wasn’t positive I’d put the words in the right order. I’d never felt like this before, never felt my cock in every inch of my body like this. “Because I want you dripping down me,” I rasped, thrusting up again and again. “I want you trembling again.”
“Benny,” she cried, a flush moving up her chest to her neck, her thighs tensed over me and her body beginning to contract around my cock, a delicious roll of pleasure.
“Come for me, Olivia.” I circled her clit and thrust into her once more as she tipped over the edge, writhing against me and her nails digging into my chest.
“Yes,” she cried. “Fuck, Bennett. Yes!”
“Give it all to me,” I said, waiting for her cries to begin to subside and I rolled her to her back, bracing one arm next to her head and thrusting into her, deep, hard, and fast, needing all of this. “I’m going to come, Olivia.”
“Do it inside me,” she panted.
“Are you sure?”
She did something with her muscles that made my eyes roll back in my head. “Yes.”
I wasn’t sure if I said it outloud but I knew I loved this woman a moment later when I exploded and the world went momentarily black as pleasure rushed through my body in aggressive waves. I’d known on a heart level and a head level for weeks, and now my body knew her, too. I was lost to this woman.
“Benny,” she said, as I collapsed next to her, our bodies still together.
“Stay tonight. Please,” I said into her neck. “We have so much to talk about and I’d like to do that five or ten more times, but mostly I just don’t want to leave you yet.”
“Well, you’re still inside me…I’m not going anywhere yet.” She rested her hand over my heart. “I’ll stay.”
I hoped she heard the forever in her head like I heard it in mine.