Chapter 32
Lucas
I don't bother carrying Olivia to my room. I don't need a bed. I need to be inside her. To feel her skin heat up against mine.
I cradle her face between my hands getting lost in her eyes. I miss looking into them. How could I ever think I’d be better off without her? Pink colors her face. No doubt she feels the sexual tension rising the same as me.
I press my cheek against hers, enjoying the feel of her soft skin. Enjoying her warmth. I love that she can’t hide how much she wants me.
I want to take her right here. Right now. I haven’t cleared away the broken glass so the floor isn’t an option. The couch will do. It has to because I don’t have the will power to wait.
I push her down, and climb on top of her.
"I need you." I whisper pressing my hips against her. “Now.”
She shivers. Her breath catches, but she doesn't protest. Good. I don't have enough control to deal with a protest.
Her milk chocolate eyes lock on mine as she opens her legs, making room for me. She takes a good, long look at me. I have no idea what she sees, but I hope she never stops looking at me like this.
I’ve been aching for her for days. I lift her shirt, not taking care to be gentle. I just want it off. Next, I tease myself skimming my nose down the length of her body along with her pants. She smells like Heaven. I’m losing control.
These moments before we fuck are a delicious form of torture. Wanting her. Knowing I’m about to claim her.
She runs her hands under my shirt and splays them across my stomach just above my waistband. After a moment, they singe a burning trail on my skin as they slide up and pull my shirt over my head.
I brace myself with my hands on either side of her head, leaning over her, my arms straight, showing off my taut muscles. Olivia's back arches to me as my eyes graze over her body, appreciating her black lace bra trimmed with pink ribbon and matching panties.
Her swollen tits spill out of the cups. I’m not going to make it. I close my eyes. Maybe if I don't look, if I don’t focus on her full, pouty lips and smoldering stare . . . I can't. I have to look. I can’t keep my eyes off her.
I don't know what she’s thinking. I want to ask. I want to hear her say how much she wants me, but right now she needs just as much reassurance as I do. I strip my pants off as fast as I can and watch as her eyes fill with heat and longing, drinking me in.
Olivia reaches behind her to unclasp her bra. No. I stop her. I call the shots. I’m running this show. This is me claiming her. Stating that she’s mine. Telling her. Telling myself.
I gather her wrists and hold them together in one of my hands, over her head.
"I want you just like this."
"My pocketbook," Her voice is as breathless as I feel.
"What?"
"Condoms. In my pocketbook."
I nod, letting her know I heard, I’ll comply, but first, I press against her pussy and position my cock so that it rubs against her clit. Olivia moans, and her hips thrust up.
“Uh huh. Don’t move or I might slip in,” I say, while my mouth explores her neck. “Give me a minute to fuck your clit with nothing between us.”
She moans. Sweet, decadent sounds spill out of her mouth. Her chest heaves. “That feels so good!”
“That’s right, baby. Enjoy feeling me so close.”
Just before I explode, I reach for her pocketbook and hand it to her. Olivia fumbles through it for a few seconds, hands me the square packet, and then tosses it aside.
She watches with interest as I roll it on. She doesn't say anything, but those brown eyes burn. They reach into my chest and brand my heart.
Taking her hands in mine and raising her arms up again, I stroke her face with my free hand, moving it slowly down, down her exposed neck, all the way down. I lift one leg and rest it against my shoulder.
I think of taking her right through her panties, but decide against it. I don't want another barrier between us. The need I feel is primal. I need her. I have to have her.
I move the material over and press myself inside, inch by inch, watching her eyes roll back as pleasure spreads over her face. Once my full length is inside, her passion filled eyes meet my stare again.
I know I won't last long. Not with her soft throaty moans and her writhing hips. I don't care. I don’t want to try and block her out of my thoughts. I want to savor every second.
Olivia screams in ecstasy. Her body responds to mine so well. I keep thrusting, watching those heavy lidded eyes and open mouth as she rides the crest of her orgasm. How I want to fuck that mouth.
As that thought takes form and occupies my mind, I know I’ve reached my limit. I hold her tight, her skin, like mine, is damp with sweat. I don’t care. I only care that she’s here with me. In my arms. And that I’m inside her.