Suddenly curious, Olivia leaned forward and took him into her mouth. There was no way she could take the entire length before he prodded the back of her throat, but he appreciated her efforts, gripping her hair and groaning out a stream of curses.
She’d just found her rhythm, stroking him with her lips and tongue and wrapping both hands around the base when he grabbed her shoulders and jerked her back.
"Now," he rasped and pushed her back onto the bed.
He crawled over her, reaching for the leather criss-crossed ties that held her top together. Seconds later, he gave up the civilized approach and tore the straps in half. Her breasts spilled out as did her money, driver’s license and the condom.
"Thank God," he rasped, snatching the foiled package and immediately tearing it open. He rolled the condom on even as he lowered his face and suckled on an erect nipple.
Olivia clutched his head to her chest and lifted her hips while he used his free hand to gather her short skirt around her waist.
Since her thong was long gone, she was already open and ready, and way too wet for him to meet any resistance. He entered her without warning and she opened her mouth and let out a choked gasp. Ken filled her and filled her, easing so slow and deep she didn’t think he was going to stop. When he finally reached the hilt, he paused a second to meet her eyes. Just as their gazes collided, he started retracting. The breath rushed from her lungs and Olivia already missed the empty space he vacated, wanting him back inside her.
She clawed at his back, hissing when he left her entirely. Then he winked and pushed back in.
"God," she gasped, gripping his shoulders with her French-tipped nails and whimpering. "Please." Beating on his arm with her open hand, she pleaded, "God, please. Oh, please."
What exactly she begged for, she had no idea. But he seemed to understand. He surged then, a quick thrust that caught a scream right in her lungs. He plunged at a speed that left her hanging on for dear life.
The first orgasm had her gouging deep half-moons in the glistening skin of his back. He gripped her hair, tugging her head back and kissing her as she came hard and wild, bucking frantically. She bit his lip, tasting blood as she struggled against him, needing to get closer and further away at the same time, needing her skin gone so everything could get out. Finally, she gasped and pulled taut, spreading her arms and legs wide. Done fighting it, she let the release consume her body and soul.
When she settled, she felt spent, utterly exhausted. But he continued to swing his hips, pushing deeper and faster while she lay as limp as a Raggedy Ann doll.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she closed her eyes and clung. He kissed her throat, repositioned her legs even wider apart, and, like turning on a light, flipped her on again, making her back bow. Her body felt electrocuted and she went rigid again. The surge of power that zapped her from head to toe made her cry out another silent scream.
He threw back his head, and she watched the muscles in his neck tense as he clenched his teeth and gritted out a low moan. The sound reverberated through her and caused her orgasm to ripple and splinter out of control.
Olivia felt so limp and boneless afterward, she barely noticed when he pulled out and plopped onto his back beside her.
"Holy Mother of God," he wheezed, sounding amazed and dazed, and so winded he panted as if he’d been without air for a few minutes. He set the back of his hand over his glistening forehead and blew out a long breath, though that didn’t seem to help his erratic breathing much.
She smiled at the compliment and curled on her side against him. Closing her eyes, she sighed and inhaled the musky scent of his skin. This man, this man whom she’d never known before tonight, had succeeded in doing something no one else had ever done. He made her smile after sex.
Ignorant of his own accomplishment, he wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her closer. "You’re something else," he mumbled drowsily, his breathing finally starting to regulate itself.
She kissed his shoulder and yawned. "So’re you."
"This definitely calls for a post-coital toast," he added, catching her
contagious yawn and experiencing one of his one. Then he fisted his hand and lifted it in the air. "To the hottest woman alive," he announced and tapped his fist twice against his chest.
Then he spooned himself behind her, curling his body protectively around hers. She smiled and closed her eyes. It felt nice, having him snuggle his nose into her hair and sling his arm over her hip, pulling her flush against him. She might not know him from Adam, but something about him made her feel secure and protected as if nothing—not even Vivian—could ever hurt her again. Content, she yawned one last time and relaxed against her new husband, slipping into a pleasant, dreamless sleep.