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  I continue to arch my back, seeking out his mouth as I feel his erection pressing against me, just there, between my legs. He gently grinds against me, only our underwear separating us. Mine are conspicuously wet and ready to come off. I can't help but moan as he slides against me.

  “Feel that, Olivia?” he asks seductively, quietly. “Feel what you're doing to me?” he groans as he kisses up my breasts toward my neck.

  I have never been restrained during sex, or even during foreplay, so I had no idea what a turn-on it would be. He's such a strong, virile man, every inch the fireman fantasy, and his holding me down as he teases me and turns me on makes me feel more feminine somehow.

  At some point, he has gone from straddling me to lying between my legs, and as he grinds against me, licking my breasts. I lift my hips tentatively to match his motion. Since I can't wrap my arms around him, I go with the next best thing and secure my legs around his thighs. He moans a little and gives my nipple a little bite.

  “Ouch!” I protest. He circles his tongue around the sensitive flesh to soothe the sting, but not before giving me a very, very naughty grin.

  At some point with all the grinding, the band of his briefs starts to scoot down, and I feel the velvety soft head of his penis rub my lower belly. I know I'm right about what I feel because as soon as I feel it, he groans—loudly.

  “Owen…let go of my hands. I want to touch you.”

  He releases my wrists, which immediately gives me a sense of relief—not just because I can now touch him, but also because he responded when I asked. He rolls onto his back, scooting up to get his legs onto the mattress. From the way we're now positioned, his waist is just about at my eye level. I can't tear my eyes away from the sight of the head of his penis escaping the top of his underwear, and I lick my lips.

  “Now that you have me, what are you going to do with me?” he asks, a small smile coming to his lips.

  I roll onto my belly, batting my lashes at him, tapping my chin in contemplation. “So many possibilities, Mr. Maxwell.”

  I lie on my stomach and look up at him, kicking my legs in the air, smiling, thinking, and planning. He has his arms tucked behind his head. I lean over and plant a kiss on the side of his ribs. I know that's a particularly ticklish spot for most people, but it can be a surprisingly erotic zone too. He shudders and I grin with satisfaction. I kiss him again, this time with an open mouth, leaving a wet trail along his skin. Pulling back, I blow a cooling breath over him. He shudders again.

  I love the power sexuality can give a woman. Not in a slutty way, but in an erogenous way.

  I kiss my way down his side, and when I get to the famous “V,” I start to follow it toward the band of his briefs. The closer and closer I get to my goal, the sharper his breaths become. I reach my tongue out and just barely touch it to the tip of his penis. He jumps about an inch off the bed and I laugh out loud.

  “My, you have a startle reflex. Relax. Let me make you feel good.”

  I smooth a hand up his thigh and over his boxers, rubbing his considerable bulge. After hooking my fingers into the waistband, I pull them down while Owen lifts his hips marginally, just enough for me to rid him of his tight boxers. He. Is. Huge.

  “Holy shit,” I blurt and clamp my hand over my mouth, embarrassed that I said that out loud.

  He laughs. Suddenly I'm taken over by the knowledge that we are in fact going to fuck tonight. We are at that 'yeah, there's no turning back once you give him a blowjob' point. And I don't want to turn back from this point, but for some reason, I feel like I should check that we're on the same page. I lean up on my elbow and look up at him, gently stroking the sensitive skin on the inside of his thigh. “We're good, right? This...this is okay?”

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Owen

  Please don't fucking stop now, I think to myself.

  Noting a bit of hesitation in her voice, I tilt Olivia's face towards mine and smile. She looks scared, unsure. Where did that sexy confidence go? I gently run my fingers through her hair, tucking a wayward strand behind her ear.

  “You're amazing, Olivia, and I want you. Badly, to be quite honest with you. You're incredibly sexy and fuckable...” I say, darting my eyes between hers, trying to gauge where her head is at. “But if you're unsure…like, at all, I can wait.” I look at my wristwatch. “Say another hour?” I joke, trying to break the awkward tension.

  Olivia smiles up at me, her chin now resting on my chest. She grabs hold of my dick and squeezes as she rises to her knees, bending her head to take me into her mouth.

  “Ohhh-kay then,” I growl. “We're most definitely good.”

  As Olivia strokes me, I gently push her hair back and over her shoulder so I can see what she's doing. Men are visual creatures, and I am no exception. I watch intently as Olivia spends time kissing, licking, and sucking the head of my cock. She steals a glance up at me now and then, and I give her an encouraging smile. Holy shit. She's good. Really good.

  I run my hand through her hair and groan as Olivia licks her way up and down my shaft, sucking the plush head. I've been with enough women to know that there are those who play along and those who know what they want. Olivia knows what she wants, and I'm it. She turns me on mentally and sexually, and I rarely find that. It's refreshing and scary as fuck all at the same time.

  Watching my cock slide in and out of her mouth is so fucking hot; I need to think about ASPCA commercials, and sad homeless dogs, in order to not come on the spot. My hand is tangled in her soft hair, and I'm struggling to keep calm and not ram my cock down her perfect little throat. I know my size can be intimidating, but Olivia takes her time sucking me off. That shows me that she actually enjoys giving me head and that's a major turn-on too. Damn.

  “Your mouth feels amazing, Olivia,” I groan as she dips lower to lick my balls. “Holy fuck,” I shudder, my stomach muscles contracting as she continues to worship my cock.

  I can't take much more. She's got me too worked up. If she continues, I'll be a one-pump chump and that'll be the end of the evening. I gently push her by the shoulders, easing her off of me and she lets out a groan like she just dropped her ice cream cone.

  “Lie on your back, beautiful. It's time I got a taste.”

  Olivia pulls a pillow from the top of the bed and lies back against it. My hands reach up slip into the waist band of her panties, slowly sliding them down her legs. I throw them over my shoulder with a grin. Her hands run over her stomach and she squeezes her breasts, anticipation glittering in her eyes. Letting her legs fall open slightly, she exposes herself to me but gives no hint of embarrassment. She's comfortable in her own skin, and that turns me on even more.

  I grab my wine glass and throw back what's left of my glass.

  Olivia laughs. “What, you need to be drunker to go down on me?”

  I remain silent and instead lie down between her legs, throwing her a naughty grin. I plant a kiss on the inside of her knee and she shivers. Placing a hand just above each of her knees, I gently push them apart, leaving wet kisses up the inside of her thigh.

  “Mmmm...” Olivia lets out a whimpering moan. “Owen… Please…”

  “Shhh… I've been waiting for this. Fantasizing about what you'd taste like, sound like. Let me make you feel good, Liv,” I say as I lower my head between her spread thighs. I softly kiss the apex of her slit, darting my tongue over her opening, tasting her for the first time. “Mmmm…” I exhale, savoring her taste. “Perfection.” I growl as my index finger slides between her folds. She's so wet. “Did I do this to you?” I ask. “Did I make you this wet?”

  I look up at her, but she only smiles wickedly at me. I hold her hips still with my large hands as I lower my head and lick her from ass to clit, my tongue flicking once, twice, three times across her bundle of sensitive nerves.

  “Yessss,” she whines. “You… You made me this way. Please don't stop, Owen,” she pleads.

  The way Olivia calls out my name when she's turned on could become addict
ive. I fucking love it. In that moment, I'd do anything she'd ask me to do to her. I watch intently as I slowly run my finger up and down her wet slit before slipping it inside her. In and out. Slowly. My mouth gapes as I watch my finger twist 180 degrees inside her and pull out, only to repeat the steady motion. I dip my head lower, my tongue bathing her sweet pussy.

  Olivia's moans grow louder as I eat her out. I alternate fast and steady licks to her clit with slow, attentive lapping at her opening. Up and down her slit, again and again. I look up and find that Olivia is no longer watching me. She grabs at her breasts, her head pressed hard into the mattress. Her eyes shut tight. The muscles on her stomach contract and relax as she struggles to maintain control of herself.

  “Fuck, Owen ...” she whispers faintly.

  I continue to feast on her, committing every moment of this to my brain. My fingers smear her wetness across her pussy before I start to French kiss her clit, paying close attention to the little mysterious, hardened nub that will soon shoot her into ecstasy. I start to suck on it as my hands press down on her lower belly to hold her in place when she starts to writhe beneath me. Olivia's hands rake through my hair, gently pulling it while pushing me harder onto her sex.

  “That's so fucking hot… Ahhh...yes…”

  Sounds of my sucking her clit fill the room as her breathing starts to quicken.

  “Owen, oh God...” She exhales. “If you suck on my clit one more time, I'm going to come...Please...I want to wait.”

  Music to my ears. I grin up at her wickedly and seal my lips around her clit. I push my tongue against it and suck hard. And just like that, she makes good on her promise.

  “Ahhhhh God, Owen!” she yells with a throaty moan. Her legs instinctively close around my head, but my hands keep them apart. I'm not near done with her, and I'm riding this out for the duration.

  Olivia's back arches up from the bed as I continue to lap at her and gently kiss her clit while she comes so it's not too intense. The sounds she's making are some of the most erotic moans I've heard. Ever. Better than any experience I've had or porno I've watched.

  She falls back on to the bed with a satisfied moan and makes an attempt at catching her breath. Satisfied that I've made her come once already, I kiss the inside of her thigh and sit up on my heels to look at her. She's beautiful with her hair sprawled out behind her and her hand absently lying across the pale skin of her breasts. Her cheeks are flushed and a smile is plastered on her face. I think I did well.

  Olivia opens her eyes to look at me and smiles. “Owen, that was… I, um… Come here.”

  I climb up next to her and she grabs my face in her hands, kissing me deeply. She can taste herself on my lips. It's so hot.

  My mouth moves down her throat, alternating between soft and nibbling kisses to her collarbone. “Do you want me, Olivia? Do you want me here?" I ask, my hand gliding down her stomach to cup her sex. “Because if you don't, tell me now,” I growl as I start to stroke my cock. “Either way, I'm coming. It can be in you or on you. Your choice.”

  Olivia shoots me a seductive smile and reaches over to the night table. She pulls out the drawer, and several condoms jostle around inside. Was she expecting me? Why would she have condoms at the ready? Who the hell cares?

  Olivia rips open the condom wrapper with her teeth and holds it out to me. “Put this on.”

  I rear up on my knees and lock eyes with hers as I slide the condom down my long, thick length. Olivia gets up on her knees too and pushes me back so I'm lying across the bed. She straddles my hips and leans forward, kissing me gently at first, then deeply. Her hand grabs ahold of my aching cock and nudges me between the lips of her sex. She rests her forehead against mine as she slowly starts to slide down onto my length.

  Oh. Holy. Fuck. She feels amazing, and I cannot help but let out a groan of pleasure. As she takes more of me, she lets out a faint whimper. This whimper isn't of pleasure; it's of pain.

  “You okay?” I ask with genuine concern.

  Olivia smiles, nods, and pushes down again. Her eyes flutter closed as she finally takes all of me. “Owen…” she exhales and stills herself.

  I feel her warmth enveloping as she grips me tight. Once Olivia feels comfortable, she leans forward and kisses me lightly on the mouth. She sits up and her hands rest on my stomach as she accommodates my size.

  I place my hands behind me and sit up off the bed, pushing myself even deeper inside of her. Olivia lets out a yelp and I wince, hating that I might have caused her any pain. I put a hand on her neck and another on her hip and kiss her so sweetly, so tenderly, trying to make her forget about the slight discomfort. I pull on her hip, encouraging her to start moving. Olivia takes the hint and very slowly and cautiously starts to move herself against me.

  You ever have those moments that you know are going to be etched in your mind until the day you die? A moment that is so perfect, so right, so...beautiful? This is one of those unbelievably rare moments for me. This will sound corny as hell, but the look on Olivia's face when she lowered herself onto me, the way she felt as her warmness surrounded me, was magical and something I've never experienced. What is it about her?

  My hand slides up her back, grabbing her by the back of the neck as I bring her mouth to mine. I softly kiss her lips and gently suck on her bottom lip until it slips out of my mouth. Olivia eventually finds a pace she's comfortable with and I rock with her, letting her control it. She wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her firm breasts against my chest as I push and pull. It's a slow, steady pace, and it feels incredible, but I need more. I twist my body and take her with me, easily and quickly laying her beneath me. My cock slips out of her and I groan as we disconnect.

  “Noo…” Olivia moans, feeling empty too.

  I lie over her body, my hands supporting me as I take her pebbled nipple into my mouth and suck it briefly. I move up her body, kissing the tops of her breasts, along her collarbone, and up her neck. I eventually kiss her deeply. My cock bounces as I lie between her thighs, straining to find its way back inside her like her pussy was a homing beacon. I lean forward, pressing against her as the tip of my penis finds its mate. I slowly shift my hips to move inside her, my eyes gauging her reaction. She lets out a faint, pleasure-filled moan as I slide in deeper.

  Olivia's hands grasp my shoulder for support, her mouth gaping. “Yes...” she moans as she opens her hips wider to accommodate me. She's beautiful like this—vulnerable and accepting all that I'm offering. Olivia rakes her nails across my back and I arch my hips, driving farther inside her. She lets out a high-pitched squeak and I pause, still buried deep inside her.

  “Did I hurt you?” I ask with concern. I search her eyes for a sign. “Talk to me, Olivia. Tell me what you need.”

  “Don't ...don't stop. Please …” she begs.

  “Ahh…there's that 'please' I like so much,” I growl, smiling as I bury my head in her shoulder while simultaneously thrusting my cock into her.

  Her arms wrap around my back and hold me tight as I slide in and out again and again and again. We find a steady rhythm as I pump into her. All of my muscles are straining and taut, a sheen of sweat spreading across my skin. My pace is steady and strong as she wraps her legs around the back of my thighs, encouraging me.

  “Owen, baby, wait… I want… I need… Oh God that's so good,” she pants. “I want you to take me from behind. Owen, please…”

  Without words, I rise to my knees as she flips over onto all fours on the bed. When she wiggles her perfect ass at me, I give it a good smack. Olivia lets out a surprised yelp. She's such a playful little minx. Her behind jiggles perfectly, and I know I'll be seeing my handprint on her ass very soon.

  “Only because you asked so nicely, I'll gladly take you from behind. But I won't be gentle about it,” I warn. “I fucking need to be inside of you.” I pull on her hips and position myself behind her.

  Olivia peeks at me from over her shoulder and bites her lower lip. Perhaps she doesn't believe me. Her mista
ke. I grab her hip with one hand and guide myself into her, teasing her with just the tip, making sure she's good and wet. And my God, is she wet. I can't help it. I lunge forward, thrusting myself into her all the way.

  “Fuuuck,” I groan as I plunge into her. This position allows me to be nice and deep, just how I love it.

  I grab her hips and push and pull her against me. Olivia throws her head back, and it looks like everything is in slow motion. Her hair softly falls onto her back and then to the side as she turns to look at me again. She starts pushing back into me. Goddamnit. She fucking loves this. I watch my cock slide in and out of her body as I listen to her moan with every deep thrust.

  Olivia lays her head on the bed, arches her back like a cat, and groans with every stroke I give her. It's fucking hot. To make things even hotter, she pushes herself up from the mattress and wraps her arm around my neck. I reach one hand around her waist and another takes hold of a breast, squeezing gently. Olivia's head lolls onto my shoulder and she turns to kiss me on my neck. I gaze into her eyes and very purposefully, very slowly, thrust up and into her, making her feel my entire length. The whole thing is so intimate and so foreign to me that it overwhelms me.

  “You feel so good,” she purrs. “Make me come, Owen. Get me there.” She tilts her head up and kisses me gently.

  I slide my middle finger into Olivia's mouth. She sucks it softly like she was sucking my dick. Her cheeks hollow and her tongue dances across the pad of my finger. It has a direct correlation to my dick, and I know I need to get her to come soon before I lose it. I'm on the verge.

  With my finger good and wet, I bring it to her clit and begin to rub in quick, small circles. She presses her ass into me as I thrust up into her, my hips moving on their own accord. Get her there. Get me there. I rub her clit faster as my other hand tweaks and pinches her nipple. I kiss her shoulder, lightly biting it as I begin to pound into her harder and faster.