Page 60 of The Biker's Virgin
“How about I make love to you?” Blaine smiled at her.
“Make love to me Blaine,” Olivia whispered, arching back. Her orgasm had subsided and she wanted to feel him inside her.
Blaine kissed her neck and reached down to guide his cock to her opening. Olivia felt the warmth of his tip and shivered with anticipation. She wondered what it would feel like when he pressed into her, but he didn’t. He let his cock sit at her opening, kissing her, until she had to beg him for it.
“I want to feel you inside me,” she whispered in his ear and arched her back, pressing against his cock. He gently slid into Olivia’s tightness. She could tell that he was going as slowly as he could. She breathed in deeply as she felt him gently stretch her out. She was wet and was surprised that it didn’t hurt, it just felt a little uncomfortable. He pulled out and slid back into her a second time, just as tenderly. She breathed out and relaxed. The sensation of him slipping in and out of her, slowly stretching her out with his girth, felt incredible. She balled up the sheets in her hands and pulled them around his waist. He started to rock in and out of her faster and she could hear his breath rasping against her ear. She kissed his neck and moaned with pleasure.
“Are you okay beautiful?” he asked breathlessly.
“You feel so good,” she murmured.
Blaine smiled and pressed up on his hands. “Do you want it harder?”
“Yes,” Olivia said, and then gasped as Blaine thrust into her hard.
“Oh god Blaine,” she said and wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking her ankles together. His massive shaft rubbed against her in just the right spot and she felt the sensation of another orgasm building deep within her. She started grinding her hips against Blaine, listening to the commands of her own body. He followed her rhythm and soon they were writhing, grinding, thrusting and kissing, in the candlelight.
Olivia heard Blaine’s breaths coming faster, and his moans and grunts grew in intensity. Suddenly he pulled out of her. Olivia looked at him questioningly, but didn’t say anything. Blaine slid off the bed and rummaged around in his bag. He pulled out a condom, ripped the foil packet open, and unrolled the condom over his cock.
He pulled Olivia toward him by the ankles, flipped her over and pulled her ass to him. He stood beside the bed and slid his cock into her from behind. He reached his hand around to stroke her as he thrust into her, quickly resuming his previous rhythm. Olivia noticed that it wasn’t as warm with the condom, but still loved the feeling of him inside her. She arched her back, leaned her head down and pressed her cheek into the feather pillow. Blaine thrusted and played with her. She moaned in time with him and when her second orgasm took her she screamed out. As she shuddered with her climax, she felt Blaine pick up the speed of his thrusting, his grip on her hips became vice-like, his strong hands pulling her to him, their bodies slapping together.
“Oh, God. Olivia. MMMM. Oh, fuck. Oh. Fuck. Yea,” Blaine said as he arched his head back and pressed his hips to hers. He held her ass tightly to his body as he came. He collapsed on top of her and kissed the back of her neck. He threaded his fingers through hers and pulled her arms in tightly underneath her body. He felt like a warm bear, keeping her safe and protected, cuddled up on top of her.
