you.”
I feel like a child who’s been given the golden ticket and is about to enter the candy factory. I’m about to taste her sweetness.
I draw her close to me and mumble in her ear, “Are you sure about this?” Then I kiss the soft spot on the back of her ear.
Olivia tilts her head and smiles. “One hundred percent,” she assures me.
Lifting her chin, I place a slow, soft, sweet kiss against her parted, damp lips. I grab her hand, pulling her toward my bedroom. Heat races down my spine as I look at the unmade bed and imagine her body sprawled there. I glance at her and smile. I don’t have to picture how she’ll look. I’m about to watch the live show. This time, I’ll be with her.
My cock is so fucking hard. I could just push her against the wall and fuck her.
I don’t.
I want to savor her.
She wants perfect. I want to grant her wish.
This has to be slow. It’s the first time we are together. I don’t want to rush the moment. Taking her mouth, I kiss her slowly, gently pushing my tongue between her lips.
I thread my fingers through her silky hair and place the other hand on her ass, pulling her closer to me. I rub my hardness against her body. She groans with need.
We share an ache—a desire.
She tugs my T-shirt. I bend over so she can reach above my head. My lips miss her when we break contact. Instead of pulling her closer, I drag her tank top over her head. I release a ragged breath when I look at her beautiful breasts. They are perky. Her nipples are hard. I can’t help myself and fill my hands with her tits.
I nestle my face down the side of her neck, running my lips along her throat, placing a kiss in between her cleavage.
My hands push down her tiny shorts. They’re soaking wet, and surprise, she doesn’t wear panties to bed. I’m loving that she mimics every move I make. I wonder if she’ll go down on me after I’m done eating her pussy. I moan, just picturing her lustful eyes staring at me as I pump myself inside her mouth.
It’s so bizarre how I have this need to possess her and at the same time to be gentle like she’s fragile. One wrong move, and I’ll break her. I want to reach beyond anything I’ve touched so far. I want to trace her soul with mine. Taste the fire within her, burn, and be consumed. There are so many feelings grasping my being. I’m confused, but I don’t stop. I allow myself to enjoy every emotion that her touch produces. She can’t seem to stop tracing every ridge of my muscles. The way she explores me makes my heart swell along with my cock.
I stop her and invite her to sit on the edge of my bed. Bending, I press my mouth against hers. My teeth fidget with her bottom lip. When I release her, I kneel in front of her, parting her legs. I don’t waste any time. I press my tongue against her wet pussy. Making this good for her is getting harder as I want to devour her, but I do. I want to make this unforgettable for both of us. I lick and suck her tender flesh, pushing a finger inside her tight entrance.
“You feel so good, Liv,” I groan.
“Eros,” she moans my name, pressing her core against my hand. She rocks her hips against my finger. I push another finger. I increase the speed of my tongue laps and the thrusting of my fingers. Her body clenches around my fingers. Her cries fill my room. My name on her lips sounds like a prayer. Maybe it’s a plea.
I stand up, walk to the nightstand, and grab a condom. Her bright eyes watch me as I roll it over my length.
Placing myself between her legs, I look into her eyes and ask, “Are you sure about this?”
She nods.
I press my cock against her heat. She’s so fucking tight. I enter her slowly. Our gazes lock. I lower myself and capture her lips as I continue pushing myself inside her. Once her warmth wraps around my cock, the world stops. It’s a strange feeling I can’t describe. It’s not enough, yet satiating, and so consuming.
It’s the road to nirvana.
I place a kiss on her ear.
I feel the urgency to ask if she’s okay. I do. “Are you