Sebring(52)

So did he.

He took advantage and gave that back, taking as he did.

Now he was fucking her.

And, Christ, her tight wet cunt was astounding.

He pushed forward with his chest and she got his message, dropping to her hands in the bed. He curled over her, arm wrapped around her, hand cupping her tit, fingers pinching and tugging.

She reared under him.

Out of necessity before things took a turn he did not want them to take, he broke their usual silence.

“You need to come,” he growled.

To his shock, immediately, she gasped, “In a second.”

He pounded into her, pinching hard and tugging harder at her nipple.

She whimpered.

Fuck.

She didn’t make a lot of noise outside breathing heavily.

That sounded nice.

Too nice.

“Olivia, you need to come.”

She twisted her neck and caught his eyes, hers scorching even through the dark.

He fought the brand.

“Fuck me, Sebring,” she ordered.

He let her tit go and slanted his arm up her chest, curling it around her shoulder. His eyes on hers, he held her steady and fucked her.

She bit her lip, let it go and closed her eyes, turning and dropping her head.

Finally submissive in her orgasm, he drilled her and she took it, but not for long before he exploded in her sleek wet.

He stayed buried, coming down, liking it as she spasmed around his dick, not knowing why what happened next would happen next.

Maybe after two orgasms she was sated.

It being later than normal, maybe she was tired and off-guard.

Maybe she was getting used to him.

But when he pushed his hips into hers and took her to her belly before he pulled out, rolled off and rolled her on top of him, what happened next happened.

She shoved her face in his neck and pressed her chest into his in what felt like a body hug without the arms.

Then he felt her sigh against his skin as she relaxed on top of him.

She always smelled good, and right then that was no different, except it was better. This was because, mingled with her perfume, the products she used in her hair and the natural fragrance of her skin, he could smell them on her. A nuance of him and the scent of sex clung to her, heavy and exquisite.