Page 77 of The Hardest Hit
“Are you sure?”
“There are rules in place,” she said. “If I don’t like something I say stop and you stop. I haven’t said stop.”
Evan wanted to say right then that he loved her, but he didn’t know how to get the words out.
“There was a question of what to do with your breasts,” he said. “I was very interested in hearing your thoughts.”
They pulled up to a stoplight. “Well,” said Olivia, “I would like you to kiss them.” She reached down and pulled her skirt up a few inches. The light turned green and he drove as the skirt was inched up by micro-millimeters. “Sometimes you do this thing with your teeth, and Lord knows I do not know what it is, but I love it. It kind of makes me gozingall the way down to my toes.”
“I believe I know what thing you’re talking about.”
At the next stoplight, she grasped the hemline and pulled it up another few inches. It was now at mid-thigh. As he drove, she put her hands on her thighs, pushing her legs apart.
“And then, I suppose this sounds weird, but you could rub your cock on them. Just a bit, you know, so it kind of drools a little because I think maybe it likes them. I like the way it feels.”
He found himself trying to adjust his seat belt across his hips.
The third stoplight arrived and she pulled her dress up over her hips.
“One more stoplight,” said Olivia, as the light turned green, “and I might be able to get to my underwear.”
He went to the next block and slowed the car to an idle waiting for a yellow light to turn red. Olivia giggled as a car honked his horn and swerved around them. She pushed her underwear down around her thighs. The wisps of red hair peeking at him between the fabric and her skin made his breathing uneven.
One more stop light and the panties were down around her knees.
“Almost home,” said Olivia.
He brought the car to a screeching halt in his parking spot and Olivia stripped off her underwear and handed it to him. Then she pushed down her skirt and exited the car.
He managed to hold on to his self-control until he got inside the condo, but the second the door shut, he grabbed Olivia by the waist, pulling her back to him. He unzipped her dress in on smooth gesture and shoved the straps off her shoulders. The dress fell to the floor with a whisper of fabric as he plunged his fingers downward, pushing between her thighs.
She was wet and moaned as he circled her clit, feeling it plump and ready beneath his touch. He unsnapped her bra and removed it.
She was moaning his name as he cupped her breast, feeling the nipple harden in his hand. He pinched it just a little and she bucked against him, gasping. He spun her around and buried his face in her tits. He used his teeth how she wanted and she seemed to melt a little in his arms.
“Evan, sugar, upstairs, upstairs.” She tried to pull away from him.
“Couch is closer,” he said, unwilling to let her go. She had her back to him again and he returned his hand to her sex, while he used the other to unbuckle his belt. She was breathing hard as he continued to work her clit. Abruptly she broke free and spun around, kissing him, and yanking at the buttons on his shirt. He stripped out of his jacket, tossed it on the floor, and unzipped his pants. She finished with his shirt and pushed it off of him.
“Upstairs,” she said backing up.
He followed her, his cock swinging, heavy and painful. He caught her in the hall, pinning her against the wall, kissing her, lifting her, fucking her. She wrapped her legs around him, arching back, making cries of pleasure at each thrust. Her fingernails were digging into his shoulders, a tiny, breathless bit of pain that only highlighted the pleasure of her body.
“Evan, oh God, Evan!” Her face contorted as she got closer, and her body began to clench, tightening around his cock. He knew he would come when she did. He thrust into her harder, the impact of their bodies rattling the walls. She screamed his name as she came, her body shuddering in orgasm. Then she curled into him and bit him on the thick muscle of his neck and he came inside her with a white-hot jet of pleasure.
“Liv,” he murmured. “Olivia.” He kissed her neck, wanting to sing her name, wanting to shout it from the rooftops. She lifted her head, and he kissed her lips, tasting the salt of her sweat. She let go with her legs and tried to set her feet on the floor. But she wobbled, Bambi legged, and he had to put his arms around her.
“Evan,” she whispered and then laughed. “Evan, how do you do that to me? I can’t even walk when you’re done with me.”
“But I’m not done with you,” he said and pulled her toward the bedroom.
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Olivia – Tokyo Gifts
Olivia pulled off her hat as she entered the hotel lobby.
“Good afternoon, Dr. West,” said the concierge with a smile. “How was your tour this afternoon?”
