I swallow her frustration with a kiss to her lips. It’s filled with lust and want. She quickly attacks my mouth with fervor I’ve yet to see. Her thighs clench on either side of me as I continue to fingerfuck her, her pussy grinding down on my fingers.
“Please,” she begs. I pull my fingers out of her wet and ready cunt, and within seconds she’s guiding herself onto my dick. When I’m all the way inside her, my head goes back, hitting the back of the chair. It’s never felt as good with any other woman as it does with Olivia. I know that sounds fuckin’ nuts. Like she has some special pussy that’s unlike any other woman’s. But it’s the truth. Every time I’m with her, I feel it. I don’t think it’s her pussy per se—although, it really is a great fucking pussy. It’s the connection we share. When I’m with her, it’s more than just sex. It’s every-fucking-thing.
She begins to move up and down—her arms wrapping around my neck, her fingers threading through my hair. She pushes her tits into my face as she comes almost completely off my dick before grinding back down and taking me all the way back inside her.
“Suck on my tits,” she moans, and I about come right here on the spot. I love when Olivia lets loose, when she turns into a sex-crazed wanton woman. My lips suck on her nipple, and I bite down hard. She moans loudly, picking up speed. My fingers make their way between us, landing on her soaked pussy. I gather up her juices then circle my arm around her back side, pushing a finger into her tight hole.
“Oh my God,” she screams as she picks up the pace, her ass bouncing up and down on my dick, her juices dripping down my balls. I’m mesmerized by the way she moves on top of me. Rolling and shifting her hips in such a way that has me ready to come. I continue to suck her nipple and finger her tight hole as she rides me harder and faster. When I feel her getting close, her walls tightening like a goddamn vice grip around my shaft, I glide my lips to her neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh. Olivia moves forward slightly, her pussy grinding me, her clit getting the friction it needs to get her off.
“Nick…holy shit…I’m. Going. To. Come.” I push my finger a bit farther into her ass, and she loses it. Her movements turn desperate, her clit grinds harder, her cunt begins to pulse around my dick, and then she’s coming all over my dick and balls. I pull my finger out and grip her hips, taking over. Her head is thrown back in pure ecstasy as I push her down, bottoming the fuck out in her tightness as I come inside her.
We both come down from our highs, and she looks at me with tears in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” I’ve used my finger in her ass before, so I can’t imagine it hurt, but you never know…
“Nothing’s wrong.” She begins to sob. “Everything is perfect. I-I love you, Nick.”
“I love you too, Brown-Eyes, so goddamn much.”
Thirty
Nick
It’s the last day of our trip, and we’re packing to go home. It’s an eleven-hour flight, so we’re getting everything ready to take on the plane for Reed so it goes as smoothly on the way back as it did coming here. The bellman knocks on the door, and we head out. We stack all of our luggage on the cart then make our way down to the valet.
Once we’re seated on the plane, and Reed is sleeping in his portable crib, Olivia comes over and sits next to me. “Thank you for this, Nick.” She gives me a kiss on my cheek. “I had a really good time.” She wraps her arms around my neck. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing those words from her. The night we got back to the hotel, after she told me she loved me, I made love to her several times, demanding each time she tell me again. She thought I was joking at first, but once she realized I was serious, she complied, screaming and moaning the words every time I made her come.
* * *
We have less than an hour left of our flight, and Olivia is playing with Reed on a blanket she has spread out on the floor. Killian and Giselle are sitting next to each other, looking at Killian’s iPad. I told them no cell phones allowed on the trip, so of course he found a loophole and brought his iPad.
“Everything okay?” I ask when I notice they’re talking in a hushed whisper. Just the fact they’re sitting next to each other without killing one another should be a red flag. Giselle looks up at me and glares, and Killian gives me a wounded look.