ever heard. Desperate to hear it again, he gently pressed the pad of
his thumb against her most sensitive spot and began moving it in soft, lazy
circles.
“Grant”, she panted. “ Please …”
With his thumb still stroking her, he
began kissing her neck, savoring the sound of her pleads, her breaths. “Please what … ?”
“Please don’t torture me”, she
begged.
Gripping the back of her lower legs,
he tugged her body closer so that she sat on the edge of the counter. And then remembering his promise, he slowly penetrated her warm, slick center with his throbbing length.
Olivia gasped as he carefully nudged
into her, her eyes wide with shock.
“You okay?” When she nodded her head,
he plunged deeper, but he still couldn’t enter all the way. “Wrap your legs
around my waist”, he instructed. He plunged again, this time stifling the
sweetest whimper of pleasure. He could feel her tense body starting to relax,
finally giving in to bliss.
“Holy shit, you’re tight—you feel so
fucking good…”
Her skin was ablaze, devouring her in
a fiery ecstasy. Sex had never felt this good before, this intense. She longed
for release and then silently cursed herself, never wanting the sensation to
end. How was it that this man knew her body so well? Knew how to draw her out
of herself?
He wanted to occupy her body
completely, but he was still unable to fully enter her in their current
position. Not wanting to place her on the cold concrete floor, he scooped his
hands underneath her voluptuously firm bottom, hoisting her into his arms.
Pivoting toward the door, he pinned her body against it and in one swift
motion, lunged his rigid cock into her slick, snug heat.
She cried out his name as he buried
his thick shaft deep into the depths of her body, the feeling so foreign, so intense— so
damn amazing.
“Does that feel good?” he asked, his
voice dripping with arousal.
“Oh, god, yes.”
The sounds escaping her lips were so
erotic. Not the fake kind of ear-piercing screams women often executed. No,
these were unmistakably real.
Moans.
Soft whimpers.
Labored breaths.
He could probably get-off on her
sensual sounds without even touching her. But touching her …
Feeling her slippery warmth gripping
him felt so damn incredible! And then, of course, watching her as she absorbed
his body: her hair slightly tousled, eyes fluttering, lips parted, and her soft
skin glowing red underneath the safe light above had him teetering on the edge.
But he had to hold back. He wanted to last for her. Needed to feel her body constrict
around him when she climaxed and he knew she was close.
“Please… don’t stop”, she pleaded
breathlessly . She’d never felt like this before. Her entire body was
hypersensitive. Alert. She felt as if she were a butterfly erupting from its
cocoon, seeing the world through a different set of eyes, leaving behind the
constraint that confined its freedom. It was like she was having an out-of-body experience, hovering above, observing
the metamorphosis taking place. Never had she felt so exposed, yet simultaneously,
so aroused.
Forcing the weight of his upper body
against her, he removed one of his hands from her backside and reached in front
where they were joined. Stroking the pad of his thumb leisurely over her
clitoris, he continued pumping into her.
Her body was drawing tighter, tenser.
She was close— so close. “ Grant, please… I…”
“Let go, Livvy.”
“I… I can’t!”
“Yes, you can. Let go— come for me… ”
He watched as her head thumped back
against the door, the rapidly expanding shockwave so intense she could no
longer hold it upright.
Her body erupted, exploding and
imploding, pleasure rushing over her in a cataclysmic blast. A wave of pure
orgasmic energy channeled a path through her body like a swift river of liquid
lava.
At the first sign of her impending
peak, he pounded into her with purpose and when she finally surrendered with
his name on her
his thumb against her most sensitive spot and began moving it in soft, lazy
circles.
“Grant”, she panted. “ Please …”
With his thumb still stroking her, he
began kissing her neck, savoring the sound of her pleads, her breaths. “Please what … ?”
“Please don’t torture me”, she
begged.
Gripping the back of her lower legs,
he tugged her body closer so that she sat on the edge of the counter. And then remembering his promise, he slowly penetrated her warm, slick center with his throbbing length.
Olivia gasped as he carefully nudged
into her, her eyes wide with shock.
“You okay?” When she nodded her head,
he plunged deeper, but he still couldn’t enter all the way. “Wrap your legs
around my waist”, he instructed. He plunged again, this time stifling the
sweetest whimper of pleasure. He could feel her tense body starting to relax,
finally giving in to bliss.
“Holy shit, you’re tight—you feel so
fucking good…”
Her skin was ablaze, devouring her in
a fiery ecstasy. Sex had never felt this good before, this intense. She longed
for release and then silently cursed herself, never wanting the sensation to
end. How was it that this man knew her body so well? Knew how to draw her out
of herself?
He wanted to occupy her body
completely, but he was still unable to fully enter her in their current
position. Not wanting to place her on the cold concrete floor, he scooped his
hands underneath her voluptuously firm bottom, hoisting her into his arms.
Pivoting toward the door, he pinned her body against it and in one swift
motion, lunged his rigid cock into her slick, snug heat.
She cried out his name as he buried
his thick shaft deep into the depths of her body, the feeling so foreign, so intense— so
damn amazing.
“Does that feel good?” he asked, his
voice dripping with arousal.
“Oh, god, yes.”
The sounds escaping her lips were so
erotic. Not the fake kind of ear-piercing screams women often executed. No,
these were unmistakably real.
Moans.
Soft whimpers.
Labored breaths.
He could probably get-off on her
sensual sounds without even touching her. But touching her …
Feeling her slippery warmth gripping
him felt so damn incredible! And then, of course, watching her as she absorbed
his body: her hair slightly tousled, eyes fluttering, lips parted, and her soft
skin glowing red underneath the safe light above had him teetering on the edge.
But he had to hold back. He wanted to last for her. Needed to feel her body constrict
around him when she climaxed and he knew she was close.
“Please… don’t stop”, she pleaded
breathlessly . She’d never felt like this before. Her entire body was
hypersensitive. Alert. She felt as if she were a butterfly erupting from its
cocoon, seeing the world through a different set of eyes, leaving behind the
constraint that confined its freedom. It was like she was having an out-of-body experience, hovering above, observing
the metamorphosis taking place. Never had she felt so exposed, yet simultaneously,
so aroused.
Forcing the weight of his upper body
against her, he removed one of his hands from her backside and reached in front
where they were joined. Stroking the pad of his thumb leisurely over her
clitoris, he continued pumping into her.
Her body was drawing tighter, tenser.
She was close— so close. “ Grant, please… I…”
“Let go, Livvy.”
“I… I can’t!”
“Yes, you can. Let go— come for me… ”
He watched as her head thumped back
against the door, the rapidly expanding shockwave so intense she could no
longer hold it upright.
Her body erupted, exploding and
imploding, pleasure rushing over her in a cataclysmic blast. A wave of pure
orgasmic energy channeled a path through her body like a swift river of liquid
lava.
At the first sign of her impending
peak, he pounded into her with purpose and when she finally surrendered with
his name on her
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