Olivia.
Fresh memories of her and the considerable willpower it had taken me not to lose myself inside of her with that first thrust hits me. She’d been virginal tight, but I’d wanted it to last all night. I’d made sure to give her three orgasms before I’d allowed myself one of my own. Even then, I’d hungered for more.
Then my phone buzzes again. As if Calli has access to my thoughts, I get a text. Hurry, it reads from the one wild card in my life.
Chapter Four
Olivia
Surrounded by his scent, I easily slip into the memory of what happened hours before…
His kiss is like a liquid flame. I melt under his touch like a Popsicle in high summer. His fingers blaze a trail over my belly and up to caress my breasts. My nipples tighten and my breasts feel full, like I’ve gained a cup size as he continues his assault on my mouth.
I’ve never been kissed like this. Corey did well in that department, but Joel is far different. There is a hunger there like he wants to eat me alive, and it turns my bones into jelly.
Another hand snakes under my shirt, pushing it up until I lift my arms in understanding of what he’s trying to accomplish. With my shirt gone, he doesn’t waste time releasing my boobs from the confines of my bra. Then he’s there, suckling and making me wet in the best way. I arch into his touch, needing more, but of what, I have no idea.
It’s been a long year of not having this kind of contact. I feel lost and out of practice. Joel, however, knows what to do. He climbs onto the bed and on top of me.
His heavy weight isn’t a burden. Instead, my nerve endings home in on his hardened cock pressed against my leg.
Alcohol seems to be a wondrous thing. I’m not at all concerned that I’m bare to him. Instead, I use my greedy hands to push at his shirt until he’s on his knees, whipping it off for me.
Muscles flex and create ridges and planes I want to explore with my tongue. I need to taste this man; he, however, has other ideas.
He flicks open the button on his jeans, and my eyes laser focus on the line of hardness that imprints under that denim. It’s long and thick and makes my mouth water. I swallow, nervous, but excited about having him inside me.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asks, watching me carefully for my response.
I nod, hoping my tongue isn’t hanging out of my mouth like a puppy with the window down. I quickly shrug off my pants when he hasn’t made a move to touch me again. I’m unwilling to speak, sure my words would still come out slurred, but I know I want him right now.
His chuckle rumbles from deep within his chest. I close my eyes and stretch myself across the bed. He crawls between my legs, forcing me to spread them wider for him.
“Damn, you’re beautiful.”
My too wide hips, rounded belly, and protruding ass don’t bother me as his eyes drink in every inch of me.
He bends down, knuckles on either side of me, before he presses his mouth to mine and bites my lower lip.
Bite me, I want to say, as images from my latest vampire romance swirl in my head. Thankfully, anything embarrassing I might have said is swallowed by his kiss.
He leaves my mouth and nips down my neck, and I giggle. His body comes to rest on mine to stop my squirming. When his mouth latches onto my nipple, I arch involuntarily, as the band between my brain and my core goes taut.
Gliding his hands down the sides of my ribcage, he finds his way to my center. Warm breath blows over my sensitive nub, and I moan in anticipation.
“I can’t wait to taste you.”
His statement gives me a fleeting moment of panic as I wonder when was the last time I landscaped Area 51. As long as it’s been, I’ve labeled that place as restricted until now. And it had been as dry as the Sahara Desert until Joel came in like a hurricane.
Red warning lights begin to flash behind my closed eyes when his mouth makes contact. Corey had always danced around the area as if he expected to have an allergic reaction to my pussy. Not knowing any better, I’d accepted his fleeting attempts at oral pleasure. But Joel is so considerate, he licks like he’s trying to find liquid gold in my pussy, and I’ll gladly give it to him.
Words of warning bang around in my head as the pleasure he creates reaches inner core breach levels.
“Don’t press that button.” I’m somewhat aware the words left my mouth and hadn’t stayed in my head.