Page 161 of The Spring in My Heart

His mouth descends over mine again, and I keep rubbing myself against my hands. The desire builds, and I give myself into it, closing my eyes. I revel in the feeling of his hands that I missed so much. I yearned every second we were apart to fill his hands, his cock.

My eyes fly open, and I pull my mouth from his. I still his hand. “I need you in my mouth.”

His mouth drift opens, and he swallows. “I planned this for you. This day is about you, Luciana.”

I smile. “Yeah, but on my day, I want to give you a treat.”

I drop to my knees, reaching for his fly. The rustle of his jeans follows the slide of the zipper as I pull them over his ass and down his thighs along with his boxers. He springs out in front of my face. I nuzzle my cheek against him. He’s hot, thick, and impossibly hard.

I want to tease that it hasn’t even been that long. Instead, I place a noisy kiss on his tip. Ollie hums. I take him in my hand, caressing him, following the tender path from balls to tip, staring into his eyes until he shudders.

I rub my thumb over him as I grow thirsty, wanting to caress him with my tongue.

When he starts rocking against my digit, I guide the tip inside my mouth and suck it with enough pressure, then pop it out like a cherry lollipop.

He rocks forward. His hands shoot to the sides of my face, and he guides his cock back into my mouth. I run my hands up and down his thighs, hollow my cheeks, and slide up and down. Between the pressure of my tongue, low moans, and the slight gag when he hits the back of my throat, he grows harder.

That’s when he pulls out. There’s a dab at the tip, shimmering proof of his desire. I flutter my lashes up at him before I lean forward and lick it off.

“Fuck, you’re such a sucia. I love it.” He takes my hand and pulls me up. “I want to show you the flowers before I come.”

His lips crash against mine, and we share the taste of him. He pulls my top off and sends it flying. Then, he rolls down my pants and my panties. His hands roam my body, following a trail from my tits to my pussy.

He steps back and discards his sweater and pants. He sits on the floor and extends a hand toward me.

“Get on your knees beside me,” he orders, his voice rough and commanding.

My pussy pulsates, and I don’t hesitate. I obey.

“Now turn that way and straddle me, but I don’t want you sit on me. I want you to lie down.”

My heart thumps in my chest. I don’t know where this is going, but I am trembling with the need to feel him inside me. I do as he says and lie in front of him.

His hands hook on my hips, and he pulls me back, his cock sliding inside me, ripping a moan from my throat as my walls grip around him.

“JesuCristo.”

He rubs his hands over my ass. Then, he does that thing I’ve come to love when his fingers slide through my crack, and he draws a few circles over my hole. It’s so dirty, but it feels so good.

The sensation shoots through my nipples and clit. I buck back, circling my hips.

His breath catches. “You got it. Now put your arms behind your back and look ahead.”

I do, and there are peonies and cherry blossoms out past the glass walls of the igloo. He grabs my arms from behind. My heart pounds so hard, and I’m nervous and excited all at once, but I trust him. Because he will do the one thing I need him to do. He will take care of me.

“This position is called The Irish Garden. Now enjoy the view and the feeling.”

He begins to thrust, and I feel all of him inside me, hitting all the spots at the same time. He’s stretching me, fucking me, loving me so hard. My eyes begin to blur, and when I think I can’t take any more, he moves closer. He holds my arms with one hand and pulls my hair with the other while grinding after each thrust. His sac slaps against me until my skin starts to shrink.

I concentrate on the blooming peonies because that’s how I feel, spread out for Ollie to see all of me. My pussy pulsates hard and fast, and I burst into a million pieces with my eyes and mouth open. My moans fill the space, and I collapse on my hands as he continues to pound me while I ride the aftershock.

I’m like a rag doll as he pulls out and drags me against his chest.

“That was so good. You feel so good,” he says, and that’s the last thing I remember before I fall asleep.

I open my eyes, and the night has fallen. Outside our igloo, the hanging lights have come on. It’s not overly bright. There’s enough light to see everything but not so bright they hurt my eyes. I turn, and Ollie is awake. He’s texting.

“Why didn’t you wake me?”

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