Page 42 of Always Been You

I kiss down her neck and across the top of her breasts. Latching on to one of her nipples through the lace of her black bra, I flick my tongue over the sensitive bud and she arches her back. I reach behind her and unhook her bra. Leaningback on my heels, I pull the straps of her bra down her arms and throw it onto the floor with my clothes and her shirt.

I stare at her, taking in her taut pink nipples and the rise and fall of her chest as she continues to breathe heavily. I lean back down, and my mouth covers her nipple again and I flick my tongue over the tightened bud. She moans my name, and her hand reaches into my hair, gripping it firmly.

I kiss across to the other, doing the same things to that one, releasing it with a pop. I kiss down her body and shuffle my body off the bed until I’m standing between her legs that are still dangling off the bed.

I take in the sight of Olivia half-naked on my bed with her auburn hair splayed across my comforter, her naked chest as it rises and falls with her harsh breath, her full breasts and nipples glistening from having my mouth wrapped around them, her soft stomach, and her beautiful brown eyes staring back at me. She is breathtaking. I reach forward and put my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and panties. She lifts her hips to help me pull them down her body.

I pull them off her legs, dropping them with the rest of our clothing. I continue to stand there as she shuffles her body onto the bed, placing her head on the pillows. I climb onto the bed between her legs as she leaves them bent at the knees open, allowing me to look straight at her glistening pink pussy.

I make eye contact with her as I crawl up between her legs. “You look absolutely stunning, Olivia,” I say before placing a reverent kiss on her lips.

“I am now going to worship your pussy the way it deserves to be worshipped.”

She moans at my words, and her body squirms. I kiss my way back down her body until I reach that sweet spot between her legs, allowing my hot breath to cover it before I crawl downand kiss my way up one leg stopping before I get to the place she’s aching for me to touch. I do this again with her other leg. This time I don’t stop. When I get to the top of her leg, I lick my way from her entrance to her clit. Her hips buck at the sudden sensation of pressure on her most sensitive place.

I wrap my arm under her leg and put my hand on her stomach, holding her flat to the mattress.

“Josh,” she moans as I circle her clit before pulling it into my mouth with my lips.

Hearing her moan my name like that has me hard as a rock again, but this isn’t about me, it’s entirely about her.

“Oh God, yes!” she moans, louder this time.

I release her clit from my mouth and enter her with a finger. “My name is Josh, Olivia. That is the name you will be calling out.” I crook my finger finding that sensitive spot inside of her.

Her hips buck off the bed again. I pull my finger out and enter her again, this time with two fingers. I lean my mouth forward and flick and circle her clit again. Her hand reaches down and grips my hair, pulling my face deeper into her soaked pussy.

My tongue moves faster and faster; she moans louder, her grip tightening in my hair, and her hips buck faster into my face. I don’t let up. I need to feel Olivia completely lose control on my tongue, to feel her pussy grip my fingers as her clit pulses under my tongue.

I pull her clit into my mouth again, gently scraping my teeth against it and that does it. Her pussy clenches my fingers as her hips lift off the bed and she is calling out my name like it’s a chant that will save her.

I continue to crook my fingers, massaging the sensitive spot inside of her as I use my tongue on her clit, drawingout every ounce of her orgasm. I pull back as her moaning subsides and I reach down and give myself a quick squeeze to try to calm my aching cock before climbing back up her body and kissing her.

“That was… That was…” she can’t finish her sentence. She continues to work to catch her breath, her chest heaving while she recovers from her orgasm.

“Amazing to watch,” I say before kissing her again.

I roll over onto my back before pulling her into me. I kiss the top of her head. After a few minutes, I get up and go into my ensuite washroom, clean myself up and brush my teeth. When I return to the room, Olivia is in the same spot on my bed as when I left her. I walk up beside her, her eyes are closed, and I kiss her forehead. “Babe, you should go to the washroom and brush your teeth.”

“In a minute,” she mumbles. I reach up and brush my hand over the top of her head a few times. “Babe, you’re falling asleep. Come on, you can come right back here in a minute,” I say, gripping her hand and helping her sit up.

She opens her eyes and looks at me. “I was almost asleep. Why do you have to be so considerate after you blew my mind with that orgasm?”

I lean down and kiss her. “You can come back to bed in sec babe, let’s get you cleaned up first.”

She lets out a huff and then gets up from the bed and makes her way into the washroom. While she’s in there, I gather our clothes and place them on the chair outside my closet and return to the bed, pulling the blankets back. I climb into bed and plug my phone in before setting my alarms for work in the morning.

When I place my phone down on my nightstand, I look up. Olivia is standing in the doorway of the washroom withher arms wrapped around her centre with an unsure look on her face.

“Babe, come to bed,” I say. She looks at me and then over at her clothes on the chair. With her arms still wrapped around herself, she walks over to the chair and starts to grab her clothes. I quickly climb out of bed and walk over to her, put my finger under her chin, and force her to look up at me.

I’m not sure what is going on in that gorgeous head of hers, but I can’t have her being unsure of us. Not after what just happened in my bed. I don’t think I can give that up. I won’t force her into anything, but I will fight for this.

“Babe, are you regretting what we just did?” I ask when her eyes meet mine.

Her eyes widen at the question. “No. No, I don’t regret it. Do you?” She seems hesitant when she asks the question. I lean down and place a kiss on her lips.

“I don’t regret a single second of it. What’s going on in your pretty little head? You seem hesitant.”

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