Chapter 17
Wesley
I held her gaze as the words flew from my lips. I had no fucking idea where they’d come from or why they’d slipped out so effortlessly, but I found myself meaning every syllable of them. My fingertips slowly parted her folds, exposing her beautifully swollen clit to me as her hips began to rock. I slowly circled it, watching her abs jump with every touch I made against it. Her hands fell to my chest before I lifted my lips to capture hers, and for a moment, we simply sat there and kissed.
Her lips tasted like white wine and butter, reminiscent of the meal we’d just shared together. Her tongue darted out along my lips, licking off the remnants of her own tastes as I groaned into her mouth. This woman would be the death of me, that much I knew for sure. How eager she was to devour all of me was something I hadn’t found in any other woman. Sure, they wanted to fuck me. Run their fingertips along the divots of my muscles. Sure, they wanted to show me off. Maybe have some salacious sex in a broom closet or some shit.
But this was different.
Olivia was different.
The moment I circled her clit again, her kiss faltered. She gasped into my mouth as her hips began to rock, but every time I pressed down onto her sensitive mound, her hips would falter. I wanted her to come like this. To soak my hips in her juices before she collapsed on top of me. I wanted to hold her close, feel her panting into the crook of my neck while her heart hammered against my chest.
“I want you to come for me, Olivia,” I said.
Her fingernails dug into my chest before she raised back up a bit, and she was bouncing her hips on top of mine again. My cock pulsed every time her pussy gobbled me down, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. Olivia’s lips were puckered into an ‘O,’ and her eyes were screwed shut. Her body was shaking with every touch to her clit, and her pussy was beginning to draw my cock deeper and deeper into her body. Her warmth chased away the chill of the ocean, drenching me in her wetness as her hips splattered it all along my body.
I found myself not wanting this moment to end.
I dug my heels into the towel-covered sand and began to thrust up into her body. She was growing weak, heaving for air as her body stilled with my motions around her clit. Her pussy clamped down onto me, pulling from me the come I wanted to give her. My balls filled with need, smacking against her ass with every pounding of my hips.
“Holy fuck, Wesley, you feel so good,” she moaned.
Faster and faster, my fingertips circled, causing Olivia to raise up onto my hips. I buried himself into her as her hands grabbed her tits, massaging them as she droned out into the nighttime. Her body quaked and trembled on top of mine as fluids poured from her body, and I had to grab onto her hips to keep her from falling over from the sheer force of her orgasm. I watched her chest flush as I squeezed her tits into a vice grip. Her pussy was pulsing around my cock, begging me to come as I slammed up into her hips one last time.
And one last time was all it took.
“Yes, Olive,” I grunted. “Milk it good.”
I bit down onto my lower lip while my dick spilled into her body. Olivia finally collapsed on top of me, her face falling into the crook of my neck while my dick shot out from between her legs. My thick streams of come shot out into the night, covering the blanket and dripping down to my balls, but I didn’t care. I could feel Olivia’s heavy breathing, along with her heart pounding against my skin.
I wrapped my arms around her and held her close as we both recovered from the shock of our orgasms.
I ran my fingertips through her hair as Olivia’s breathing began to settle, but it wasn’t too long after that she shot right back up. At first, I thought she was ready for another round, and I could feel my dick slowly springing back to life. But when she rolled her body off me and began searching for her clothes, I propped himself up and watched her closely.
“Everything all right?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Just, uh, got a long day tomorrow. Can’t get to bed too late.”
“Olivia,” I said.
“I gotta make sure all that paperwork can get processed before the weekend,” she continued, not answering me. “Wouldn’t want to wait any longer for your deal to close, would you?”
“Olive.”
“I’ll call you tomorrow, or text you or something, all right?” she asked.
“Olivia, just wait.”
I watched her stumble into her clothes before she grabbed her flip-flops. Just as I got up to put my clothes on, she was already stumbling for my house. I jumped into my shorts before I grabbed the towel and my shirt. Then, I raced after her to try and catch her before she left. I knew Olivia well enough to know something had spooked her, and I wanted to sit down and figure out what it was.
I wasn’t ready to let her go yet. Not like this.
But, by the time I got to the house, I was watching her headlights pull out of my driveway. I tried flagging her down, jogging after her car before I found myself in the middle of the road. Olivia sped down my street and made a sharp left turn, ignoring the stop sign as I watched her drive out of sight.
What the fuck just happened?