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Her hips pushed down against my cock; her near blistering heat felt almost scorching through the thin barrier of our clothing. I turned her, laying her on the bed. I needed to see her, to touch every inch of her skin.
“I need you. I need you so badly,” I whispered, my lips moving away from hers and down her neck.
“Yes, Ollie. Yes.” She writhed beneath me, her back arching into me as my kisses peppered over her collarbone. Sliding one arm beneath her, I pinched the clasp of her bra, releasing it and pulling it from her body. Her breasts, full and pale, called to me, beckoning my lips to kiss and to taste.
My lips ran over the pale skin of her breasts, following the trails of stretch marks to her nipples. The puffy pink tips were velvety soft in my mouth as I wrapped my lips around first one, and then the other.
“Ollie!” she cried out, arching her back harder, and pressing her breasts closer to me. I wanted to lose myself in their softness. I pressed them together, nuzzling into her warmth.
“You feel so good, baby. So soft, so perfect,” I murmured against her skin. I kissed my way to the other pebbled nipple, pulling that hardened tip into my mouth to suck. My tongue flicked against the tip, my teeth grazing over the sensitive flesh.
Her fingers ran through my hair, tugging me closer into her. Her hips thrust upwards, seeking contact with something, anything. Fuck, I needed her.
“Touch me!” she begged.
“Yes, baby, yes.” My kisses moved down further, over her soft tummy. I couldn’t help myself as my earlier visions came into focus again. My hands moved over her stomach as I kissed every inch of her, imagining her belly swollen with my child.
Her hands tugged at my hair, pulling my gaze back up to her. With a knowing smile, she uttered, “Someday.”
It shocked me and filled me with awe, the way we were already so in tune with one another. I nodded, the emotion of the moment nearly overwhelming me.
“Someday,” I whispered back. My fingers hooked into the sides of her panties, pulling them down as I resumed kissing over her soft curves. My tongue flicked against the hollow of her hipbone.
“You are perfection itself, my love,” I whispered against her heated flesh. Her legs spread beneath me as I tossed her panties to the floor, and her scent flooded my senses. “I need to taste you. Fuck, I’m desperate for your sweet nectar on my tongue.”
“Oh my God, Ollie,” she groaned. Her hips thrust upwards towards my descending mouth, but still I teased her. I kissed around her mound, over to her thighs, chuckling at the way she keened in sexual frustration.
“That’s it, baby. Get frustrated. I want your tensions mounted as high as possible before I give you what you want,” I teased.
“You’re driving me mad,” she whimpered. Fuck, I needed her. The feeling was so damned mutual it was insane.
“Good, I want you on fire for me,” I nearly growled against her wet slit. I pressed a kiss right to the top of it and felt her hips driving up into my mouth. I needed more. My tongue ran over that spot, not delving deeper, only teasing her further.
“Ollie, please!” she begged so prettily. I opened her moist heat with my fingers, baring her sweet pussy for my view.
“So wet and needy for me, baby. So fucking needy,” I murmured, letting my lips just barely buzz against her little clit. Her fingers twisted in my hair, trying to tug me closer, urging me to taste her. So. Fucking. Good.
My tongue finally gave her what she wanted, flicking out against that sensitive nub, right under the hood.
“Fuck!” she cried out and fuck me ten ways to Sunday, my cock hardened and leaked against the fly of my jeans. Why the hell was I still wearing jeans?
I sucked her clit into my mouth, her musk-honey flavor exploding on my tongue and making me crave her that much more. Her hips ground into my face, seeking more, her wet pussy coating my chin with her sweetness already. Fuck, I wanted her to flood my face, to cover me with her arousal.
My fingers slipped into her blistering heat, and I felt her tighten around them. My tongue flicked under the hood of her clit to find her little pearl, teasing it mercilessly.
“Oh fuck, Ollie! Please, may I cum!” she begged. I groaned into her sex, pulling away only long enough to speak.
“No permission needed, love. Cum as much as you can.” My tongue flicked and teased over her sensitive folds, pulling an orgasm from her as her hands fisted in my hair, holding me to her. Her thighs tightened around my ears like a vice grip as she arched and bucked into my waiting mouth.
My teeth grazed over her clit, sending her skyrocketing into the stratosphere of bliss again. And again. And again.
I was relentless.
She was exquisite.
I stood from the bed, my cock aching as it throbbed against the prison of my jeans. I tugged my shirt over my head, groaning at her whimper of disappointment. I shucked my jeans and boxers off in an extremely uncoordinated move. I didn’t care. I needed to be naked. I needed her skin against my skin. I need her.
“Please, Ollie. Please!” she pleaded, her hand grasping for me, her nails digging into my skin as she urged me back up her body. I kissed my way up her inner thighs, tasting her cum once more before settling myself between her open legs.
