Love In Moments (Love Distilled #2) - Scarlett Cole Page 0,66

in payback for that teasing.”

“If I told you that you tasted good, would you forgive me?”

Quickly, he kissed her soundly. “Forgiven. Let me grab a condom.”

She sat up and watched as he walked naked, muscles flexing, to the case left in the doorway. He rifled through his meticulously folded luggage until he found a box of condoms and tore into it, cursing as condoms fell all over the floor. Olivia grinned, she couldn’t help herself.

“You’re a pretty impressive sight when you do that,” she said, watching as he rolled the condom on. “There’s something about the way you hold yourself that’s very . . . Gah! I don’t know.”

“As much as I’d like to help you explore that further by masturbating in front of you, right now, I need to be inside you.” Anders climbed between her legs and ran his tongue between her lips and across her clit.

Reaching for his hair to hold him there a moment longer, she wondered who she’d become. There was something brazenly wanton about the action, to take exactly what she wanted rather than waiting for what someone else offered. And there was a certainty that Anders would communicate with her if he didn’t appreciate it.

Anders gripped her wrist and raised his head. “Don’t be greedy,” he said teasingly. “I think I’ve waited long enough.” He gripped her hips and flipped her over so she landed face down in the pillow.

Without waiting for her to get comfortable, he climbed over her so he was sitting astraddle her, just below her ass. He pulled her cheeks apart and she jumped. For a moment, she wondered if he was going to do something she wasn’t prepared for yet.

Anders ran a hand down her back. “Don’t worry, Liv. Anal sex is not the kind of thing you do without asking, or by surprise. But you teased me by restricting my movement when playing with me earlier. I intend to do the same to you.”

He slid a finger inside her again, the sensation and angle different this time, and Olivia tilted her pelvis, raising her hips a little higher. She glanced back over her shoulder and could see Anders staring down at what he was doing, a look of total concentration on his face.

He pressed down on his dick, raising ever so slightly up on his knees, and carefully angled himself so he could slide inside her.

For a moment, she almost reminded him about lubricant, but as soon as he nudged his thick head into her, she knew they didn’t need it.

“Fuck, it feels so tight, Liv.” He inched out and slid back in a little further, her wetness easing his actions.

Olivia tried to move, tried to accommodate him. If she could just open her legs a little wider. She attempted to, but felt the immediate pressure of Anders’s thighs.

“Liv,” he warned, and Olivia placed her face down in the pillow and groaned as he pushed back into her.

His hands were on her ass, opening her to him like a book. She turned her head to the side. “Kiss me, Anders,” she murmured.

He leaned over her, his body dwarfing hers as he continued to forge into her. By the time their lips met, he was seated deep inside her. “Does this feel as good for you as it does for me?” he groaned against her lips.

“I don’t know,” she whispered. “Does it feel as though you’re about to shatter into a thousand fractals?”

His tongue met hers, teasing her, tasting her. When he stopped, he placed his forehead on the pillow next to her. “Yeah, älskling. It does.”

As he knelt back up, she noticed their reflection in the mirrored door of the closet. It was still too dark in the room to see details, but their outline was clearly visible. She lay pressed to the bed while Anders thrust into her. Watching the two of them together turned her on. Plus, she got to watch Anders’s ass clench and release as he thrust into her.

“Anders, look,” she groaned, tipping her head in the direction of the closet.

“I fucking love watching us in mirrors,” he muttered, and his thrusts increased. Faster and faster.

In contrast to her earlier actions, she actually squeezed her thighs together, holding him tightly. She slid her hand between her and the bed, easing her fingertips toward her clit. She needed pressure, something to help her over the edge.

“Yeah, Liv. Help me get you off again. I want to see you come again before I do.” Embracing