Page 64 of Gone for You

I smirk but don’t argue.

“Open for me, Olivia.”

“I love it when you say my name,” she sighs as she complies, knees falling to the side.

I never use pet names with her. She’s not like the girls in my bar. She deserves more than me using a random name to make her feel special. She’s Olivia. My Liv.

Starting at her temple, I give her a long, slow kiss. My lips linger against her, my nose skimming the sensitive outer shell of her ear. She shivers. Moans. It’s a light sound, full of breath. Her stomach sinks in as she sucks in a deep breath, pressing deeper into the mattress.

I love how I affect her — the slightest touch has her begging for more. I suck on the flesh of her neck where it meets her collarbone, but this time I don’t stop before I risk leaving a mark. It’s ridiculous and juvenile but the need to claim her, to let everyone she sees to know she belongs to someone, is roaring inside me.

She must feel it too because instead of pushing me away and stopping me, she just tilts her head to the side, giving me more room.

But there’s more of her silky skin for me to explore. I palm her breast, massaging and squeezing before latching onto her nipple. My tongue swirls around her tight bud as she writhes beneath me. Her arms pull against the silk red scarf and I know she’s dying for the use of her hands.

I lean up on my elbow so I can keep my mouth on her while sliding my rough palm along her sternum, over her naval and right where both of us want me. She’s practically dripping and as I insert my middle finger inside her, her body pulses around me. Clenching tightly when I add another finger. I press myself against her, knowing that she can feel how hard and ready I am for her. I’m not sure if she’s the one who moans or me, maybe both. Her cries of pleasure always drive me wild, making me want to thump on my chest and shout to the world, staking my claim.

“I need…” she gasps, not being able to continue talking as an orgasm begins. “Eth… gaaaahhhhh… it’s s-s-s-so good,” she’s stuttering, struggling against the material that’s stopping her from moving the way she wants. All just from my mouth on her breast and thumb tickling her clit as my fingers continue to work. In and out. In and out. Roughly. Her body jerks back and forth, hands grip the slats in the headboard so tightly her knuckles are turning white. The noises she’s making echo off the walls. I love that she doesn’t hold back, passionately screaming my name. I’m not being gentle or careful, knowing that she can handle it. Prefers it.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

“Get there, Liv. Now. I need to be inside you.” It comes out as a deep, feral growl.

“I’m… I’m…” her voice rises, back arches as she presses my fingers deeper into her. I suck harder, curl my fingers. She’s so close but I’m a selfish son of a bitch and I want this one for myself. I want to feel it while I’m buried inside her.

Her name comes out as a growl from deep in my throat as I yank my hand away from her, lift her hips and slam into her in one hard thrust. It doesn’t take but a few seconds for her orgasm that was on the cusp of tipping over the edge to come roaring back to life. Exactly what I wanted. Waves and waves of pleasure. My name is torn from her throat as if her body is being ripped in two in the most glorious of ways. Her head thrashes side to side, her blonde hair spread all around her in a mass of tangles as I continue to drive in and out of her. Slow then fast.

“Next time I’m taking you from behind,” I grunt.

“Yes.” Is her only response, aside from squeezing me tightly which tells me how much she wants that, too. Desire is coursing through my veins just at the thought of next time even though I’m still inside her.

I pause, pushing in deep and twisting my hips so I can hit her g-spot. She mimics my movements. I pull out completely and we both look down. I’m coated in her wetness and when I lift my eyes to look at her, she licks her lips then bites down and nods.

A few weeks ago she sent me a link to a porn video where the woman sucked the guy off after they’d been screwing. The only thing she said along with the link was:Next time.

I jerked off three times after watching it, imagining it was her mouth every time.

I crawl up her body, fighting against the desire to be back inside her. It feels unnatural.

“Open up for me,” I murmur as I hover over her, knees straddling her head, and she instantly complies. Her hot mouth wraps around my glistening dick, she hums when the taste of her hits her tongue and it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Especially when her eyes close in ecstasy, a moan escapes her when her tongue circles around the head and her cheeks sink in as she sucks me into her mouth.

“You like that? Tasting yourself on me?”

She closes her eyes and nods then opens them up again, straining against the silk restraints. I know she wants the use of her hands and it’s turning me on even more. Which I didn’t think was possible. Her head is bobbing up and down, my hips are pistoning back and forth, my fingers wrap around the base, squeezing and moving in time with her mouth as my other hand threads through her hair, holding her close to me.

My ass clenches and balls tighten and I know I’m about to lose control. She’s never taken me all the way to the end in her mouth before and honestly, I’m not sure what she’s planning on now. I mutter her name as a warning, and she looks at me, eyes wide. I grin at the panic obvious on her face but would never put her in a position where she wasn’t comfortable. I nod to let her know I understand and hold back, letting her continue only a few more moments before I pull out at the very last second, moving down so I explode all over her breasts.

We both watch, my hand working to finish as we fight to catch our breath. I’m leaning over her, my hand still pressed against the wall.

As soon as our eyes connect a laugh bubbles out of her. “Holy shit, I wouldn’t have had to eat for a week if I’d have swallowed.”

I fall onto my bed, knowing that I’m about to make a huge mess, into a fit of laughter because only she would say something so damn asinine after the sex we just shared.

After our laughter is under control, I release her from the constraints and crawl out of bed to grab a towel and wet wash cloth from my bathroom.

I clean her up and toss the towels into the hamper to be washed later.

Still naked, I walk back to the kitchen and grab another bottle of water, picking up mine off the dresser on the trip back to bed. I hand over her bottle and lay back, completely comfortable and relaxed. Happy. One arm behind my head, my other reaches out for Liv. I press against her back, encouraging her to roll over. She snuggles into me, head on my chest, lips pressed against my skin, fingers playing with the coarse hair.

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