Luca
By the time Olivia and I get back inside the hotel, we are both soaking wet. And as soon as the elevator doors close behind us, I pull her against me and our mouths collide. I am pretty sure the rest of her is well on the way to being wet too.
I press her against the wall and pin her hands up above her head, my tongue searching frantically for contact with hers.
I’ve been holding back for a while now. When she was in her bikini, talking and laughing on the beach, her hair blowing in the breeze, and that smile on her face, it took everything in me to restrain myself.
But I’m not holding back anymore. I want her.
And the way she’s moaning into my mouth, her body arching into mine, her hands squeezing mine, I know she wants me too.
By the time the door opens, which doesn’t take long, her dress is sliding down her shoulders, and I take her by the hand, pulling her to our suite.
And when that door closes, the dress is off her body within seconds, and the strings of her bikini are the next to go.
“Don’t say it,” I cut her off, and Olivia just looks up at me.
“Don’t say what?” she asks.
“That we shouldn’t be doing this,” I tell her. Because I am fully aware that, based on all the complex angles of this situation, we probably shouldn’t be doing this. According to other people, that is.
“I wasn’t going to say that,” she tells me, and I’m admittedly surprised. “I also don’t think that. I think we should do whatever we want to do. Which is obviously not talking.”
A rumbling warmth grows inside of me at the forwardness of her words.
“Alright. Tell me what you want,” I say.
Olivia drags her bottom lip through her teeth. “I want you to go down on me again,” she says, and it’s literally all I need to hear before I have her now naked body in my arms. I take her to the couch instead of the bed because I want her sitting up.
“Not the bed?” she asks.
“Not the bed,” I answer as I get on my knees in front of her. Then I lift her legs onto my shoulders. “You want me to eat you out. I want you to watch me eat you out.”
Before Olivia can say or do anything, I cover her pussy with my mouth and she leans back against the couch.
“Oh god,” she lets out as I press my tongue hard and hot against her clit, holding it there for a moment.
Her hips begin to shudder, begging for friction, for sucking and licking and all the things I gave her before.
Things she has been thinking about and wanting again.
I kiss her softly before running my tongue very slowly up the length of her with enough pressure to catch fire to the nerves, but not enough to send her into a frenzy, and she whimpers.
Her hips jut forward, pressing into my mouth, and I grab her by the ass, pulling her back.
“I decide when you come,” I growl.
“I’m never going to come at this pace,” she says.
So I point my tongue and bury it in her skin, flicking for a moment, just long enough to make her moan.
Then I stop, flattening my tongue against her again.
I can feel her nerves pulsing in my mouth from my teasing.
The ache for more. I wait, but not too long.
I don’t want the tension I’ve built under her skin to fade.
I just want it to pull back from the orgasm I know she’s desperate for.
Then I flick my tongue over her clit again for another five seconds and stop.
“Fuck,” she whines. “You’re such a tease.”
“I’m not trying to tease you,” I tell her. “I just want you to know who is in charge. You’ll come when I say you’ll come.”
Olivia opens her mouth to argue and I bear down on her pussy again, sucking on her clit and making her groan again. I let her enjoy it for six, maybe seven seconds before tapping the brakes again.
“Luca,” she moans. “Please…”
“Please, what?” I ask.
“Please let me come,” she says.
There it is.
“Good girl,” I say before yanking her up to my mouth and finishing her off.
As my tongue thrashes against her, I drive my middle finger inside her, using my ring finger and pointer finger to part her lips so I can cover her entire pussy with my mouth.
I’m sucking and licking and teasing all while thrusting my finger in and out of her.
“Oh god!” she screams as the orgasm rips through her. The first one, anyways. And of course, even when her muscles begin to give out, even when she melts into the couch and her legs go lax, I don’t stop.
“I came,” she says, pulling back. But I lock her legs with my arms and pull her back into my mouth.
“Fuck, Luca, I said I ca–oh god. Oh, fuck…”
And just like that, the waves swell again, crashing over her in another orgasm.
“Fuck!” she whimpers. “I’ve never had two orgasms like that before…” Then, and only then, do I let her go. But not for long.
“Well, get ready for a third,” I say, and Olivia slowly sits up.
“Are you kidding me?” she asks with a chuckle. “I can barely move after that. I don’t know if I can handle anoth–”
I cut her off by kissing her. And while my mouth is locked on hers, I take her breasts in my hands, cupping them softly and tracing circles around her nipples before flicking them until she quivers in my hands.
“You’re going to ruin me,” she moans as I tease her relentlessly, and then I stop, tipping her chin up to look at me.
“Bend over, and I will ruin you,” I tell her, and for a second, I wonder if I am being too harsh.
But Olivia’s eyes grow wild, and she gets up, standing in front of the side of the couch.
I strip out of my wet clothes that I neglected to shed when we walked in the door, and I run my hand through her hair, turning her head back to face me and kissing her deeply.
Then, I clasp my hand in hers against her scalp and tug her head back to give her another kiss before leaning her over.
One long, quick stroke over my already granite-hard cock and I am ready to go.
I let go of her hair and take her by the hips, coaxing her feet further apart. In this position, with her bent over, I can see every inch of her: pink, exposed, wet.
I run the tip over the length of her before sliding myself inside. Her pussy wraps around me like a glove. We both moan at the way we fit so perfectly together.
“You feel so good,” I tell her.
“I was about to say the same thing,” she says.
“Well, how about we don’t talk…” I say as I glide in and out of her.
Within moments it becomes obvious that this position is going to end both of us very quickly. As my hips grind into hers, I fill her more and more with each thrust.
“Luca,” she begs.
“I know,” I say. Because the dirty talk is great, but this is going to send me spiraling over an edge too, crashing into waves within us, fulfilling every need we have and have had for so long.
No one has ever given me this kind of satisfaction in the bedroom before.
No one has made me want to write off every other woman for as long as I live.
“Fuck,” she cries out as her body shatters against mine and I come undone too. One ripple after another until we are both left untangled and exposed.
Olivia collapses and I cradle her in my arms, carrying her over to the bed and laying her under the down comforter.
“Where are you going?” she murmurs, already on the edge of sleep.
I pull the covers over her and round the bed to the other side before climbing in.
“Nowhere,” I tell her as I pull her against me. “I’m not going anywhere.”