Her face is radiant when she laughs and I immediately fall in love with the sound.
“Don’t make fun, I skipped breakfast and I really worked up an appetite with all that swimming!”
“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” I get up to clear the dishes and bend down to steal a kiss.
I have the desire to be in constant contact with her and it’s unsettling considering it’s been less than forty-eight hours since our reunion .
Olivia eagerly reciprocates my kiss, angling her head so that I have full access to her luscious mouth.
Haphazardly, I place the plates back on the table and use my newly liberated hands to pull her up from her chair.
“Sebastian,” she sighs against my lips.
“Olivia,” I volley back without hesitation.
“Please don’t leave me like you did last night. I don’t think I could take it,” she whimpers between kisses.
Holy shit, Olivia King is begging me.
The realization causes my head to swell. My cock follows suit, throbbing and pushing against the crotch of my shorts.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I promise, easily lifting her off the ground.
***
In the bedroom, I lay her on the massive bed and stare down at her as my chest heaves erratically.
“I want to fuck you into next week.” My words come out as a growl as I run my palm up and down her smooth leg.
“Yes, please.” Olivia nods fitfully, letting me know that she means every word.
I’m not sure I can get any harder.
She’s back in those sexy shorts from earlier and as much as I’m enjoying the view, I can’t wait to get her out of them.
Grabbing her ankles, I pull her to the edge of the bed and almost lose it when I see just how dark her barely opened eyes are.
I make quick work of the button on the shorts and pull them down her legs, baring the glistening flesh between her legs completely.
Eagerly, Olivia sits up to remove her halter top.
Amazed, I stare at her small, round tits and the slope of her abdomen before landing on the juncture between her curvy legs.
God damn it. I’m going to come in my pants if I don’t have her soon.
“Your turn,” her sensual voice calls as she gazes at me with fire in her eyes.
Yanking my shirt over my head, I toss it across the room carelessly and then begin working at the buckle on my belt.
The jingling sound is the only thing audible aside from the constant cadence of the falling rain.
When the buckle is loosened, I pushed down my shorts and boxers in one hurried movement.
My cock hits my stomach, leaking pre-cum like a broken faucet. Olivia’s eyes are transfixed, making me more desperate to be inside of her.
“You’re huge,” she comments in a faraway voice and I’m not even sure she meant to say it aloud.
Licking her lips, she finally meets my eyes and the gleam in her jade orbs brings me to my knees.
Literally.
I want to taste her before we go any further.
Situated in front of her, I place a hand on her pelvis and force her to recline against the plush mattress. With one hand on each knee, I spread her legs apart to feast on the beautiful pussy before me.
Last night had been the worst torture. I’d been able to touch her, but I couldn’t see anything or taste her thoroughly. But I plan to make up for that tonight.
I lower my head until my lips are practically grazing her slick folds.
“Pretty pussy,” I whisper lowly, only to be rewarded with a groan as she gyrates her hips trying to close the distance between my mouth and her body.
“Please, Sebastian.”
“Please what?”
It feeds my ego when she begs and I don’t plan on depriving myself of the pleasure any time soon.
“I want your mouth on me. Please.”
The desperation in her tone matches my own and I can’t resist anymore.
Urgently, I bury my head between her legs, my tongue licking greedily and separating her damp folds.
Her back arches off the bed at the contact, a guttural cry ripped from her throat.
My spine tingles at the sound, relishing in the fact that I’m responsible for tearing such a raw reaction out of her.
I continue feasting on her, smearing her juices over my nose and chin as I enjoy every decadent inch of her beautiful, drenched pussy.
It’s like she was created just for me.
“Fuck, Sebastian. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whines, lifting off the bed again.
Underneath my hold, Olivia writhes and tries to close her thighs against the sensations rippling through her but she’s no match for my powerful grip. My hands have her spread eagle and vulnerable to my tongue’s brutal attack.
As my tongue continues to probe her tight hole and massage her clit, her movements become less frequent before she stiffens completely and screams my name wildly, bucking against me as she comes hard against my mouth.