Page 14 of Private Reserve
I lick softly to ease the sting, then kiss the underside of her swells, lick her lightly scented skin, and when she moans, my dick jumps.
I work not to crush her under my weight as I begin a slow journey downward, and close my eyes against the flood of heat urging me to strip her naked, have her at my mercy. Fuck, what I’d do to shove my cock down her throat, watch her open her mouth wide for me and take me deeper than ever before. But I won’t do that because she’s a good girl.
With need urging me on, I grip her thighs and stretch them wide. Using my teeth, I tear at the sexy white lace preventing me from ravishing her. The sound of material ripping cuts through me, but it’s her gasp of shock that reminds me this is sweet Olivia.
“I’ll replace them,” I whisper, as her hips rise to meet my mouth.
“Gio,” she whispers and moves against my face, grinding her sweet pussy against my chin. My heart thunders, the scent of her arousal wrapping around my aching cock and stroking furiously. Fuck, I need to come, to d
rive inside and lose myself in her wet heat. But first I need to bury my face in her gorgeous cunt and make her come in my mouth. I want to taste her sweet release, drink her in.
I shift positions and shove her knees to her breasts, then push outward, so she’s wide open for me, mine to take any fucking way I want. “Keep your legs like this,” I say gruffly, and she grips them to hold them up. I look her over, and my mouth salivates when I see moisture glistening on her sex. It’s insane how much I miss fucking her, even if I have to control myself. My cock throbs with renewed pleasure as her sweet scent saturates the air.
“You have the prettiest pussy,” I say, brushing her sex gently, but when my fingers come back soaking wet, my control snaps. Forgetting chivalry, I drive my finger into her slick warmth and stroke so fucking deep her pussy clenches. I shove another finger in, even though I want my mouth there. As I tease and torment the hot bundle of nerves inside her tight body, my muscles ripple as she closes around me, squeezes the hell out of my fingers. Christ, she’s still so fucking snug I’m never going to last.
Her breathing grows shallow, and she moves, shifting on the mattress, and while this is a new side to her, I want her still, helpless beneath me. I want her at my mercy. My heart crashes harder, and I withdraw my fingers to flip her over. She squeals in surprise, and with thoughts that are anything but pure, I squeeze her ass, massaging her cheeks before I spread her wide. I want to smack her ass, bite it, leave it red and stinging by the time I’m done with her.
Instead, I shove a pillow under her hips and resist my darker urges as her pussy opens wide. Desperate for a taste, I lean in and lick her. That first sweet touch of my tongue to her heat sets off a chain of events inside my body, and if I don’t fuck her soon I’m going to explode. Starting at her clit, I drag my tongue to her tight opening. Teetering on the edge, I shove my tongue inside and fuck her with it. Hard blunt strokes turn a whimper into a soft cry that lets me know how close she is. Her cunt tightens and sucks my tongue in and the storm raging inside me reaches a catastrophic level.
“Stay still,” I bite out, unable to stop myself. “Or I’ll tie you down.”
She goes still, and I curse under my breath. Fuck, I scared her. I lick her again, bring her attention back to her sweet pussy and the need building inside her. Focusing on her pleasure, I lick, taste, and plunge inside. Fuck, I want to spend the night between her legs, want to eat her, feast on her until morning, but my balls are aching like a son of a bitch.
With her breasts crushed against the bed, I give another lick, her sounds of pleasure pushing me over the edge. She moans, and I thrust a finger harder, deeper…a little rougher.
Her ass rises, straining toward me. The position is a dangerous one and frays the last of my control. I slide my hand down until I reach her back passage. I insert my pinky, and for a second she freezes in what I can only assume is trepidation. I wait it out, wait for her to scurry away. When she doesn’t, I move it a little and suck her clit between my teeth. She whimpers and lust roars through me.
Easy, Gio. One finger doesn’t mean she wants the same things you do.
Her ass is so tight. I can tell she’s never had anal before. Fuck, that thrills me. I want to be the guy to introduce her. I let her get used to the feel, then shove my other hand between her body and the pillow and crush her clit with the base of my palm. A broken gasp crawls out of her throat.
“Come for me, Liv,” I whisper from between her legs, and as soon as the words leave my mouth, she lets go. Her body clenches once, twice, three times, and I stay put, lapping her sweet honey, not wanting to miss a single drop. So sweet. So fucking sweet.
When I have her clean, I go back on my heels to see her. She turns, and half-closed eyes meet mine. The euphoric look on her face makes me impossibly harder. I’m about to crawl back up her body and drive my cock home, when she sits up, pulls my shorts to my thighs, and takes my cock into her mouth.
“Jesus, fuck,” I growl, and grab a fistful of her hair, wrapping it around my hand three times.
She fills her mouth, tasting, exploring with her tongue, far more curious than she ever used to be. The veins in my shaft thicken, my crown swelling as my balls draw up. If I don’t do something soon, I’m going to shoot my load into her questing mouth. I tug on her hair, needing her to back off, even though I would give my left nut to watch her swallow my cum.
Instead of stopping, she shifts and licks the underside of my balls. Holy fuck. Who is this Olivia? While one part of me loves it, wants to see how far I can push her, there is another side of me that fights down the rising jealousy. Christ, I didn’t expect her to stay celibate after me, but the vision of her with another guy shatters me completely. Truthfully, I want her to be with a good man, one who will take care of her and make her happy, but it kills me to think of someone other than me or Luca touching her. My cock jumps in her mouth.
“Enough,” I say and once again she stiffens at the control in my voice, and I lecture myself. This is Liv. I soften my tone. “On your back.”
I nudge her shoulder, and she falls back onto the bed, her hair splaying. Her arms go over her head, and I look at her wrists, wanting to tie them to the headboard. I slide up her body. My cock nestles between her legs.
As much as I hate to move, I say, “I need to get a condom.”
She holds me to her. “No, like this.”
“You sure Liv?”
“I’m clean, and I’m on the pill.”
“I’m clean, too.”
“I know,” she says, and brushes my hair from my face in such a loving manner, my heart pinches. Is it possible she still loves me, even after I walked out on her? Christ knows I’ve never stopped loving her. She’s half of my soul. But does that mean she’d accept all sides of me? Would taking full control of her frighten her or excite her?
Luca’s words race through my mind. “Maybe she’d be into all this.”
