Page 83 of The Spring in My Heart

He hooks me to him with his forearm while his other hand slides over my thigh and settles at my apex. He pets me over the dress like I’m a good girl about to get her reward.

I buck against his fingers.

“Kneel on the bed.”

I do as he asks, and he rolls the dress up, hiking it over my ass.

“I love your ass. It’s so good.” He smacks it lightly, sending a twist of desire through my system. “It’s so firm.”

“Harder,” I pant, shocking myself.

“Es un placer to indulge you.” And his hand crashes hard on my ass cheek, rocking me. The wave of stinging pain mixed with pleasure makes me heady, and my knees buckle under me.

He’s there to steady me, bending over, blowing over the sting. Then he presses a kiss and slides off my panties down to my knees. The cool air in the room hits my sensitive spots, and I’m trembling.

I look back at him, standing behind me, ready to fuck me, and I’ll never forget this moment. I’ve never wanted anything more than that thick dick stretching me and pounding me until I lose consciousness.

“Come on. Fuck me. I don’t want to wait anymore.”

He smiles, but it’s not his regular sexy Oliver smile. No, this is a smirk. It’s devious. It’s a promise. “Maybe later.”

Then he pushes me onto the bed and kneels behind me. His wet kisses against my lower back, one followed by another as he inches toward my ass, titillate and make me desperate.

I almost come off the bed when his tongue slides between my crack, but I don’t have time to moan before he is spreading me with his hands and drawing swirls between my cheeks. The waves of sensation that wash over me make me tremble.

He’s sucking me and tongue-fucking me, and I can’t brace anymore, so I lower my torso and lean on my elbows.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispers, tilting me up. His mouth slides to my pussy.

He licks, fingers, and sucks. The sensation is so potent my body breaks out in tingles, and my skin begins to expand like a balloon. I can’t take it anymore, and I bury my face in the mattress as I come and fall limp against the bed.

My pussy is pulsating fast, but he’s not done with me. He flips me on my back and lies at my side. His hand goes between my legs, and he lifts one over his thighs. I’m like a rag doll as his cock sneaks between my folds and pulls another moan as he fills me in a way I’ve only fantasized about before.

“Ollie, God,” I gasp.

Then he begins to rock his hips up, one hand at my waist while the other strokes my clit. And I’m expanding again.

“The aftershocks are my favorite. Besame, Luciana.”

I contort my body to meet his lips, and I get lost in him again. In the rhythmic rocking of his hips, the stroke of his fingers, the way his cock moves inside me. But it’s the darkness in his eyes and how good he makes me feel. The orgasm rips out of me, and my fingers fly to still his, but it’s to no avail. I feel like I’m falling, and when he comes, we go down together.

Ollie

“Great thing we waited to eat, because the food is mediocre at best. I’m glad we jumped right into dessert,” Lux says, putting her fork down.

It’s bland, but I shake my head. “Don’t say that. You put a lot of effort into this. It looks so nice.”

She snorts. “I ordered this.”

“Why?”

“I wanted everything to be perfect for tonight.”

I look her over. Her hair is disheveled, her lips red from my kisses, her skin glowing. “I think it was perfect. The food doesn’t change that.”

She moves closer to peck me on my lips. “You don’t have to eat that. We can have dessert, or we can make sandwiches. I don’t really cook.”

“Lucky for you, I do.” I pull her to straddle my lap.

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