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He wasn’t lying. His fingers, moving so intimately between her legs, felt better than anything she could have ever imagined. When he thrust a finger inside her, she hissed, coming up on the tips of her toes as pleasure shot through her like fireworks.
Her head fell back against his shoulder and she cupped her breasts.
“Let me see them,” he mumbled as his teeth nipped her neck.
She pushed the bra down and her breasts were bared. Squeezing them in her hands, she kept her eyes closed while knowing that he was looking down at her ministrations. This position felt wickedly erotic, with him behind her, his finger thrusting inside her, his mouth at her neck and his gaze zeroing in on her breasts. She kneaded them harder, being sure to play with her nipples. He groaned, his dick getting harder as it pressed against the slit of her ass.
“Touch me,” he commanded, then his voice dropped to a plea, “Please touch me, Liv,”
She did, reaching behind to stroke him through his pants. He was so painfully hard, and he knew he'd made a mistake by asking her to touch him when she stroked once, twice, and his cock twitched. He pulled his fingers from her and stepped away immediately.
“Lie back on the couch and spread your legs for me,” he said hotly, “I want to taste you.”
Unable to find her voice, Olivia did as he asked and he went with her. His hot breath against her tummy drove her crazy. The tips of his fingers teased her moist curls, drawing closer to where she wanted him to touch her the most, making her nuts. She rolled her hips in response, because if he didn’t fulfill his promise, if she didn’t feel the heat of his mouth against her sex soon, she’d surely go certifiably insane.
“You're so hot. So soft,” he whispered, then placed a kiss just below her belly button. “So wet and ready for me. Spread your legs wider, baby,”
An elusive sensation she couldn’t name curled inside her. She didn’t think, doubted she could muster more than a fleeting thought, as the anticipation heightened. She merely obeyed and opened her legs for him.
He settled to his knees on the floor and carefully scooted her to the edge of the couch. He pressed her thighs even wider, opening her to him completely.
He lightly brushed his knuckles over her folds. “Hmmm,” he murmured softly. He circled her opening with the tip of his finger, then groaned. “Fucckkk.”
Her breath momentarily stilled at the awe in his voice. Desire burned volcanic hot, making her a willing casualty to his demand for control.
When she felt the first feathery brush of his tongue against her sex, Olivia's heart nearly stopped beating. When he gently suckled her clit, and his finger dipped inside her, gently thrusting and withdrawing, she knew she’d just died and landed right into heaven.
The intensity of the pressure building inside her was nothing short of exquisite torture. Little else mattered except the moist warmth of his mouth and fingers making love to her, pushing her that much closer to what promised to be a mind-blowing orgasm.
He grazed her clit with his teeth and her body tensed from the intensity of sensations. She closed her eyes and the world exploded. Blood pounded in her ears and rushed through her veins. Nothing mattered except the primal need for satisfaction.
“Derek…” she moaned, shivering.
He responded by slipping another finger deep into her, loving the feel of her inner muscles tightening against his intrusion. It was like a cave, a hot cavern of deliciousness that only he could taste, only he could have. He propped her legs up onto his shoulders, dipping his head lower.
He stroked his tongue over the plump folds of her pussy, lapping up the thick nectar that tasted sweet sliding down the back of his throat.
She yelled out and he continued, reveling in the sound of her taking the pleasure he offered and the feel of her soft inner thighs rubbing against his face. He suckled her clit, taking the tight bud into his mouth and holding it there until she squirmed beneath him. When her hands went to the back of his head, pushing him further, he groaned and whispered, “Greedy little goddess.”
But he gave her what she wanted, thrusting his tongue inside her and moving it with the same urgency he would have moved his dick if he were pounding into her.
“Yessssss.” Olivia screamed as he slid his hands on her bottom and pulled her against him.
He groaned, a sound of pure masculine hunger, and she melted against him completely. Grabbing his head, she sank into the pleasure of his mouth. Hot, intense pleasure sending her on wave after wave of bliss while he held her thighs tight and licked, tickled, sucked and swirled her with skill, until she was brazenly panting, grinding herself against his face.
And yet she needed more. She reached for her breast and squeezed, tweaking her sensitive nipple, moaning without restraint. She felt the trembling in her limb. Heat and urgency began to fill her as she held on to his head. Keeping him where she wanted him, right—there, she began riding his mouth, circling her hips, owning the pleasure he offered.
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“Yes… Derek… Don't stop… Make me cum,”
He would never get tired of that hissing sound in her voice. Never get tired of the scent or taste of her. The taste that was melting all over his mouth at this moment. She moved with his motions, undulating her hips as she held him to her, giving as good as she was getting.
He worked his mouth over her until he thought his chest would explode with desire.
“Yes! I’m—” Her climax hit, stealing the remaining words out of her mouth, replacing them with a scream of satisfaction.
She shivered beneath him, and yelled out until he was certain anyone on the street would hear her. And with that cry came her release, pouring like liquid heaven into his mouth. Derek swallowed and he held on tight to the sensation moving through his body along with her essence.
He struggled to rein in the need clawing at his belly with knife-like sharpness at the sexy sound of Olivia's cries of pleasure. He wanted to be inside her now, to feel her body tense and clench when she came again.