23. Olivia
23
olivia
H ayes presses his rough lips into mine as he gently leans me down on his bed. I shiver as he leans over me, shuddering at the heat of his body. He moves his lips to my neck, lightly sucking on my pulse point and drawing out a moan from deep within my chest.
“Your neck is sensitive, isn’t it?” Hayes asks in a soft voice
“ Very . How did you figure that out so fast?”
“Every time I kiss your neck, you let out that sexy moan, and I almost come in my fucking pants.”
Wetness rapidly builds between my legs knowing that any part of me, or what I’m doing, is turning him on, and I can’t help but let out another moan knowing what it does to him. He’s already figuring out the most sensitive parts of my body faster than anyone I’ve ever been with. He runs his wandering hands up and down my arms, barely touching me. Goosebumps erupt across my skin, Hayes’ rough fingers slowly running down the deep v of my shirt. My body shivers, wanting him to touch every part of me, as his hands reach my heaving chest.
I’ve never been touched like this, such a tender worshiping of my body nearly brings tears to my eyes. He’s teasing every inch of me with just a whisper of his fingers. Finally, he reaches the hem of my shirt and pulls it up as far as he can before helping me sit up to peel the barrier up over my head.
I move my own hands to the hem of his shirt and do the same. I need to see this man shirtless. It’s only fair.
Oh. My. God. This man is mus-cu-lar. His pecs are toned and defined, the flat planes begging for my lips to touch. His fucking washboard abs, and the v-cut trail carving a path below his waistband have me moaning once again. Hayes takes good care of his body, and it fucking shows. I run my hands across his chest, needing to feel his muscles ripple as he leans over me. I am starving for this man.
He reaches over and slides his fingers between my shoulder and the strap of my bra. “This needs to come off,” he says in a deep, gruff voice.
“Luckily for you, this one clasps in the front,” I tease as I unclasp the clip, remove it from my arms, and lay bare chested before him. I see a sparkle in his eyes as he gazes at what’s displayed before him, the man is almost salivating as he leans down to touch me.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispers as he kisses me, grazing his hand over my neck and exposed chest. He squeezes my breast as he licks my nipple, forcing a whimper from my throat.
“Holy shit. Hayes, that feels incredible.”
He lifts his head, his eyes locking with mine. “You are what’s incredible, Olivia.”
My hips lift up as if they have a mind of their own, reacting to his every word and anticipating the feeling of grinding against him. This man is going to be my undoing.
As he moves to tease my other nipple, I run my hands through his messy hair, pulling him deeper into my chest. My hips grind against him, and I gasp at how worked up he’s getting me, even though he’s barely touched me.
“I think these need to come off next,” he growls, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of my leggings. I push my hips up to help him slide them off, realizing too late Hayes is a sneaky bastard. He not only pulls off my leggings, but the black underwear I had on as well. He gazes at me with a feral look in his eyes, taking in my fully naked body. Surprisingly, I notice his attention linger on my legs, fingers twitching as they reach out, then pull back, hovering in the air with hesitation. Damn, is Hayes a leg man or am I imagining things?
“Every time I think you couldn’t possibly be any more gorgeous, you prove me wrong. Your body is…” his eyes trace over every inch of me, leaving fire sparking across my flesh, “exquisite.”
This man clearly wants me …and I am here for every moment of it.
I haven’t felt wanted in a long time.
“I need these to come off too,” I say, tugging at the waistband of his joggers. “Fair is fair.” He flashes me a devilish grin as he stands, sliding his pants and boxer briefs down, letting them pool on the floor.
Holy soda-can Batman . My jaw is on the floor. I’ve been imagining his naked body for weeks, even more after feeling him pressed against me, but this…this is more than I was expecting. I’ve seen my share of dicks, and his is the sexiest I’ve ever seen. More than anything, his girth is…wow. Guys get so caught up on length, but for me, girth is the difference maker. Who cares about inches? My vagina is only so long. And, as if this man’s girth isn’t enough, he also has the biggest set of balls I’ve ever seen in my life, and I am here for it. The thought of those slapping against me as he takes me from behind sends me almost over the edge, my body arching off the bed, craving his touch.
“Olivia, my eyes are up here,” Hayes growls, and I realize I’m still staring at his manhood. “You like what you see?”
My tongue wets my lips, my eyes glancing between his face and his cock. “Yeah.” I gulp. “I…um....how do you walk with that?” I ask, and he laughs, moving back on the bed and laying on his side next to me.
“It’s one of my many talents,” he says.
“Oh, yeah?” I reply, “What other talents do you have?”
Hayes slowly slides his hand from my knee to my thigh. “You’re about to find out,” he says as he ever so lightly places his hand at the apex of my legs, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he grunts. “Olivia, you are fucking dripping for me.”
I melt at the way he says my name, touching me in the most intimate of places as if I’m to be treasured, admired, enjoyed .
“Hayes. Shit . You make me feel…amazing.”
“My new mission is to make you feel this good all the time.”
“I am fully onboard with that,” I say through panted breaths, reaching down and gripping his rock-hard cock, ready to hold on for dear life. “I want to do the same for you.”