Page 11 of On Thin Ice

And each time, I’d fallen more and more in love with him. God, he was perfect for me. Dominant and sweet at the same time, giving me what I craved and needed.

Except for what I wanted the most. His love.

That wasn’t going to stop me from taking everything he might want to offer me, though.

Tomorrow, he might throw me away. He might tell me he doesn’t feel anything more than physical attraction. He might tell me he no longer wants us working together because it complicates things.

It didn’t matter.

For now, he was mine.

I moaned as my lover continued placing kisses on my skin, crawling up and down my body. I smiled as he lavished attention on every bit of me—my tits, my wrists, my stomach, my thighs,my knees, my hips. I felt like the hottest woman alive, and I had to remind myself there were other people in the hotel and I should keep the volume low.

Not that Bryce’s ministrations helped with that.

Fuck, I wanted to scream my bliss so loud that everyone would hear. Bryce had repeated to me over and over again, like some broken record, that it was important for us to keep this a secret, that it would affect my career. I knew that, and I didn’t want to ruin his reputation. But fuck me if I didn’t want to share with him and the entire world what I felt.

“Oh, God,” I gasped as he reached the burning point between my legs.

I felt a sudden dampness in my core as he buried his face between my thighs and unleashed himself on me. He had devoured me like this multiple times, and I could still remember the fear that had claimed me the first time he had done it. I’d been so worried about how I might taste or smell, or if he enjoyed me.

Yet, his satisfied growls and moans had skyrocketed my confidence and bliss. Exactly like now.

My lover let out greedy groans of joy as he ate me out. The mix of licks, sucks, and kisses was maddeningly arousing, and it slowly nudged me toward the peak. My heart raced. I clenched the bedsheets, bucking my hips against him.

The feeling of his beard against my sensitive skin turned me on like hell, and I could feel new layers being added to the building orgasm within my core with each delighted slurp he let out.

He changed his focus from my clit to my pussy lips, the mix of erotic sensations creating burning pleasure deep within me. It was wonderful, and I had to bite my lower lip in my attempts to not scream my passion.

“You’re delicious,” he growled.

My mind wandered, imagining myself with him. In public. Without hiding, worrying, or ... not knowing what he actually felt. Without thinking that he might push me away. Just being his and having him as mine.

Electricity crackled through me as he sent more and more spasms of pleasure through my core. The air was thick with the scent of sex, and I could smell my desire. I moved my head from one side to the other, and as I inhaled deeply, I detected the blend between the forest notes of his cologne and the fresh, oceanic ones of the bedsheets.

In the last few weeks, for me, this scent meant him. Us.

Excitement coiled low in my belly as he continued to eat me out, feasting on me as if I were the best dessert he had ever tasted. He pinned me wide open for him, growling as he hungrily moved his tongue between my folds.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I gasped, my hips jumping off the mattress in my desperate attempt to have more of him.

Each lick ignited me, and I had to use all my willpower to silence my cries of joy as the orgasm rumbled through me. Stars played in front of my eyes as he continued his sensual assault on my pussy, heightening me as much as possible in the realm of ecstasy.

“Fuck! Bryce!” I mewled.

My lover continued feasting on me until I finally stopped trembling. I was breathless, whimpering and humming, still half-lost in the haze of pleasure when he shifted. The mattress dipped as he mounted me, and my mind exploded in a billion shards of rapture as he guided himself inside my willing pussy.

“Oh, God! Yes!”

I desperately pawed at his arms, pulling him on top of me. My insides melted when he obeyed, the heat of his body covering me. I wrapped myself around him as he started to thrust.

Bryce hugged my body, squeezing me into him as he slowly rocked his hips. Damn, I was never going to stop being impressed by how he could control each one of his muscles better than men half his age.

I was so sensitive that I could feel every crevice and vein on his cock. He throbbed inside me, and the erotic rhythm in which he moved, claiming me with lazy, long strokes, made me succumb to blissful submission and forget about anything else but our forbidden pleasure.

I moaned as he kissed me, our bodies pressed so close together that I no longer knew where he ended and where I began. A flutter of pleasure spasmed in my lower belly as he teased my G-spot.

“Livia,” he murmured against my lips.

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