Chapter 18 Olivia #3
My fingers play with the other sweet tight bead, pinching it and plucking. There’s a slight tremor to Elias, and that feeling of newness returns, the passion of discovering someone for the first time.
“I love how you react to me,” I admit against his throat.
“You’re the only one I’ve reacted to like this. No one else has ever studied me like that before.”
Now, I’m confused. I pull away slightly to be able to look at him in the face. “What do you mean?”
His thumb glides against my bottom lip before he dips down to claim another kiss, deciding not to answer me. He steps closer and I lean back. He follows, our mouths never breaking until we’re finally horizontal on the bed.
My legs fall to the sides, welcoming him closer. He settles between my thighs, his cock pressing against me, intimidating and big. I gasp, needing a breath before catching his kiss once more. I could do this all night—lip-locked and heated.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. You have no idea how much I want you,” he mumbles against my lips.
“I want you too. So fucking much.” I take his hand and slip it through the sides of my silk pajama shorts. “Feel how wet I am for you. See what you’ve done?” My back arches when he slides his index finger up and down my pussy, my underwear the only thing in his way.
Lifting himself onto one elbow, he stares down at me, playing with the hem of my panties. A silent question passes between us, and I answer him by grinding down on his hand.
Slipping under the material, he’s finally able to feel me.
“Fuuuck, sweetheart. Fucking hell, you’re soaked.” He wets the digits with my arousal, then brings them to his mouth. “All of this is for me?” He sucks his fingers into his mouth, moaning as my flavor bursts across his tongue.
“All of me is for you,” I answer in complete honesty. “You’ve always done this to me.”
“You taste so good.” His touch is there again, slipping through the desire he has caused.
“Taste for yourself.” He plunges those same fingers into my mouth and I moan, taking a hold of his wrist to keep him there while I suck and lick.
“Look at you. Greedy little thing.” He sounds enamored, his gaze locked onto my face while my tongue wraps around his digits.
Ripping his fingers free, he curls over me, his entire body making me feel small and protected. He grinds himself against me, his cock rubbing against my clit perfectly over my clothes.
“Elias.” I turn my head, kissing the inside of his wrist when he buries his face into my neck, thrusting against me once more.
We become desperate in the next second.
His hand wraps around my throat, his pleasurable sounds sinking into my ear. He’s so giving with them, the moans and growls, and they only turn me on further. I love it when I can hear how good my partner feels.
“Olivia, please.” His plea is a hushed murmur, his lips drifting down the shell of my ear.
He continues to drive into me, our clothes becoming more of a burden with every flex of his strong hips.
My arms wrap around him, my fingers dragging down the sculpted muscles of his back until I reach his jeans that are barely hanging on.
I lean forward, stretching my arms to yank his jeans off.
He kicks off his shoes and they thud onto the floor while his jeans follow next.
He’s finally naked. His body is on mine.
He’s warm to the touch, the cold finally gone, and replaced with nothing but pure need that raises our body temperatures.
“This is unfair.” He grins against my mouth. “I’m bared and you’re still covered.” He tugs the thin strap of my tank top down my shoulder. “I want to see you.”
“See me, then,” I beg of him.
His pupils are blown with pleasure as they look at me through hooded eyes.
I thought he would rip my clothes off as fast as he could.
Instead, he lowers his head, kissing one shoulder, then moving to the next to move the other strap.
Kissing down my chest, he gathers the material at the bottom and eases it over my head, freeing my body to him.
Elias sits up, staring down at me. His nostrils flare as his eyes shut, taking a moment to himself.
My own gaze travels down to the thick cock I’ve been dreaming about since I saw it for the first time on my phone.
It’s long, standing straight and nearly touching his belly button.
The veins protrude, his lust filling the impressive shaft so much, it almost appears angry.
The head is flushed a dark pink, jutting out from a trimmed bush.
I don’t know how he’s going to fit, but I refuse not to try. I’ve waited far too long to have him in touching distance.
My hand presses into the middle of his chest, the pads of my fingers drifting down his trimmed torso. His eyes snap open, staring down at me once more. His gaze locks onto my breasts and his breathing changes, his bottom lip wet from the sudden flick of his tongue.
“I’ve never seen anyone so fucking beautiful.” He comes back to me, bending down, using the body of his fingers to press against my chest, then drag down my stomach.
I gasp, arching my back at the touching that allows a million sparks to invade my blood.
“I love how you respond to me.” His rough palm cups my breasts, filling his hand perfectly, and he mouths the word “fuck” as he twists my nipples between his fingers.
I whimper, clenching the comforter in my fists at the stimulation.
He swoops in, sucking one nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking on the bead, practically causing me to pant.
He moves to the other, not leaving an inch of me undiscovered.
I’m squirming underneath him, wanting him to pull my shorts down and slam home.
I need to feel him inside me. I’m getting too impatient.
Elias must sense my need, because he kisses down my stomach; there’s a spot right above my belly button that sets me off for some reason, and I cry out.
“Oh, that’s very good to know.” He speaks against the same spot, flattening his tongue, swirling different patterns before kissing it and sucking the flesh into his mouth.
“Elias! Please! Oh god! Please, please!” I tilt my chin to my chest, watching him tug my shorts and panties down, tossing them over his shoulder.
“Please, what?” His voice is deep, filled with a rough rasp.
“Touch me. Fill me. Anything. I need…I need you.”
He presses his forehead against my lower abdomen, his breath hot against my skin. His fingers dig into my thighs so hard, I know there will be bruises tomorrow.
“Say it again.”
“Please.”
He shakes his head, placing a kiss on my inner thigh. “Not that, sweetheart.” His mouth drifts down, his tongue licking me from my aching hole to my clit.
My fingers curl in his hair. “More. More!” I moan, arching my back again. “I need you. Please, I need you so fucking much, I hurt. I ache for you.”
Without another word, he wraps my legs around his neck, burying his face between my thighs. His mouth is warm and wet, sucking my clit into his mouth while two fingers push into me.
“Elias,” I gasp in a sharp breath.
I cup my breasts, needing more, needing him to touch me all over, to devour me. He plunges his fingers in and out, fucking me hard and fast all while sucking my clit.
“You taste so fucking good.” He eats me like a starved man, his lips moving with deliberate, perfected movements that have my orgasm building.
Right as I’m about to fall over the edge, he pulls away.
“Elias!” I protest, needing him to continue.
“Where’s the package I sent you?” he asks.
I’m in a daze. “What? Why? I have you here. I don’t need the package.”
A tilted, confident smirk says otherwise.
“Where, Olivia?”
“On the floor by the bed.”
He reaches down, ripping the tape off, pulling out an exact replica of his cock.
“I’d rather have you.”
“You’ll get me,” he says, standing from the bed. “I’ll be right back.” This man has more control than I do. His cock slaps against his stomach as he walks away, his bubbled butt a glorious view.
My hands slip between my legs to finish what he started.
He must sense it. “Don’t even think about touching yourself. The only way you’ll come tonight is if I make you.” The faucet in the bathroom turns on. He must be cleaning the dildo.
I slap my hands against the bed, not wanting to prolong this anymore. I want him and I want him now.
Elias comes back into the room, his muscles tensing as he walks.
His hand reaches down and gives his cock a firm stroke, and I’m enthralled by his entire body.
No one should look this good. No one should have this kind of power over me, but here I am, ready to relent. Ready to give him anything he wants.
He kneels on the bed, pressing one hand against my left thigh to keep my legs parted. He slips the toy to my entrance, the tip there and waiting to inch into me. Without saying another word, he pushes it in slow and easy.
I groan, watching him take his time so he doesn’t hurt me.
His mouth parts in a small groan. “Holy fuck, Olivia. You have no idea how good you look right now.”
“I’d look better if you’d fuck me already,” I sneer with impatience.
“Tsk, tsk. Keep being impatient and I’ll leave you wanting all night.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me. I love a good dare, sweetheart.”
I sit up, grip his wrist, and pull the toy forward until it’s pushed to the hilt. “Then I dare you to fuck me and fill me with your cum.”
Two can play that game.