on the lips for just a second
before I started moving down her body with my mouth. I came to her chest and
looked up into her eyes as I wrapped my lips around one nipple and then the
other, sucking and licking until her hand on my shoulder tightened into a
viselike grip, and her hand on my cock almost went still, squeezing a little
harder but not hard enough to hurt.
I worshiped her tits for what felt like half an hour while I
teased her with my fingers, sliding underneath the fabric to come up against
her bare skin, slipping along her folds until I found her clit. We both worked
each other until we were shaking; I was so close to coming that I could taste
it, my nerves crackling with it. If I could play her like a guitar, she was turning
me into putty in her hands, working me until it seemed impossible for me to
hold out any longer.
“If you don’t stop torturing me,” Olivia said, panting and
gasping as she shivered underneath me, “then I will—tell the whole world you’re
like, one inch.” I laughed, looking down into her dark eyes.
“You’d be a fucking liar, and I’d prove it,” I told her. But
I pushed her hand away and tugged her panties down over her hips. I was more
than ready to finally get inside her—I didn’t want it; I needed it. I threw
Olivia’s panties over my shoulder without even looking, and the next moment I
was guiding my aching, throbbing cock up against her silky, slick folds. I
closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
When I thrust into her, I felt her muscles ripple around me—the
tightening, the resistance of her body. I gripped the sheets, holding back.
“Fuck. Fuck, you feel so good.” I breathed in slowly as I pushed deeper and
deeper inside of her, filling her up inch by inch. She was so tight, so wet and
so hot, and every time I moved inside of her even a little bit I felt her
muscles flex around me, rippling.
“Oh—oh God, you too, Nick…fuck!” I thrust the last little
bit inside of Olivia all at once, my hips colliding with hers. I had to be
still for a minute; if I moved, if I even breathed the wrong way, I’d come
right then and there.
But then, only a few seconds later, we were both moving
again; Olivia wrapped her thighs around me, pushing her hips down to meet my
thrusts, and her hands were all over me, touching and exploring. I kissed her
everywhere, keeping my pace as slow as I possibly could. I wanted to make it
last. I wanted to make Olivia come over and over again before I finished. I
wanted to hear her moans and cries go higher, louder, and feel her body
tightening down on me.
I picked up my pace, gradually moving my hips faster,
pushing deeper and deeper inside of her; I could hear the wet, sucking,
slapping sounds of our bodies, and over that the sharp gasps, the catch in her
breath when I rubbed up against her g-spot every few thrusts. The sound of
Olivia’s moans filling my ears was like music, and I played her body by ear,
listening for the noises I wanted to hear the most, touching and kissing and
moving to get what I needed.
I felt her whole body tightening, every muscle tensing; I
heard her cry out, saw her head fall back against the pillows as she moaned
again and again. I held myself back somehow, riding through her first orgasm,
slowing down and then speeding up again to keep myself from tumbling out of control
inside of her.
I built her up again, slowing almost to a stop as she
shivered and sagged underneath me, gasping and panting for breath. I kissed her
again and again, murmuring in her ear about how good she felt, how hot she was,
how beautiful she looked when she came. Soon enough we were both at it again,
pushing each other, moving against each other, and Olivia was twisting her hips
under mine, writhing like something electric.
Finally, when I felt the telltale shivering grip of her
muscles on my cock, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I pounded into her as hard
and fast as I could as liquid heat exploded through my hips, my cock