Chapter 351 Oliver vs. Nicole: He Put Up With It for Two Days

Chapter 351 Oliver vs. Nicole: He Put Up With It for Two Days
Oliver’s Adam's apple bobbed. "Sometimes I can't quite control myself."
"No, you have to..." She curled her fingers slightly. "You have to be gentler."
"I'll try." He leaned down to kiss her.
The moment their lips met, his hand cupped the small of her back and pulled her into his embrace.
The bunny girl outfit’s belt cinched her waist, making it so slender that he could encircle it with just one hand.
His lips moved from the corner of her mouth to the center.
He took her lower lip between his and sucked gently.
She stared at his eyelashes just inches away, feeling the tentative sweep of his tongue across the gap between her lips.
She parted her lips to let him in.
His tongue slipped inside, wrapping around hers and swirling slowly—neither too fast nor too slow.
Her hands rested on his shoulders, her fingertips pressing against the fabric of his shirt as she felt his breathing grow heavier.
As he kissed her, his hand slid down from her waist.
His palm rested against the outside of her thigh and traced the edge of her black fishnet stockings.
The stockings' texture brushed roughly against his fingertips before stopping on her bare thigh.
She let out a soft moan and clamped her legs around his hand for a moment before releasing it.
He pulled back slightly as his gaze drifted down her neck.
Her bunny girl outfit was a tight-fitting black bodysuit with a plunging neckline. The straps wrapped around her shoulders and down her back, leaving her back almost entirely bare.
He hooked one strap with his finger and gave it a gentle tug, loosening the fabric slightly and revealing the outline of her shoulder.
He leaned down to kiss her, starting at her shoulder and moving down the curve of her spine.
Her breathing grew increasingly rapid.
His fingers slid down the curve of her back and paused when they reached the small of her back.
He pressed his fingertips gently into the hollow there.
She flinched, her hands tightening around his shoulders.
He sat up and looked at her.
She averted her gaze, her ears flushing crimson.
He turned her around so she was standing with her back to him.
He placed his hands on her hips and unzipped the back of her bodysuit.
The zipper slid all the way down from her neck to her tailbone, parting the fabric to reveal her entire back.
He pressed his lips against her skin, starting at the nape of her neck and kissing his way down her spine inch by inch.
He parted his lips, his tongue leaving a warm trail across her skin.
She braced herself against the edge of the bed, her whole body tense as she felt his lips pause at the small of her back, and his tongue sweep across her skin.
Her knees went weak, and she nearly lost her balance.
He immediately supported her waist and turned her to face him.
The front of her onesie hung loosely across her chest.
He reached out, hooked his fingers around the neckline, and pulled it down.
The entire garment slid to her waist, exposing her chest.
He lowered his head to kiss her, pressing his lips against the skin just above her breasts and moving slowly downward.
When he took a breast into his mouth, she drew in a sharp breath and ran her fingers through his hair.
He sucked slowly, circling the nipple with his tongue, while massaging the other breast with his other hand, gently pinching it with his thumb and index finger.
Her breathing grew more rapid.
She bent her legs and rubbed them against his side.
Her fingers clenched his hair tightly before releasing it.
When he switched to the other breast, she finally couldn’t hold back and moaned.
His foreplay was exceptionally patient, as if he were deliberately teasing her.
He lifted her off the floor and had her stand by the edge of the sofa, her bare feet on the carpet.
He held her waist and guided her to lean against the back of the sofa.
He lowered his head to kiss her chest again while tracing the inside of her thigh with one hand.
His fingertips rubbed that soft spot until her legs went weak.
She bit her lip and clutched the back of the sofa to keep from slipping down.
His fingers just circled the outside, rubbing gently.
He carried her back to the bed.