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Still.

“Damn, you look hot when you orgasm. Seriously, the way you bite down on that bottom lip.” Oliver leaned in and nibbled my bottom lip to demonstrate. “Sexiest thing ever,” he declared and pushed his hips against me so I could see the effect I had on him.

“And you, Oliver, how do you look when you come?” The question surprised him, turned him on.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” The promise in his eyes made me shiver and suddenly, I really wanted to see his face when he came apart.

“I know.” I pushed at Oliver’s chest and stood, slowly unzipping my dress until I was sure I had his full attention. “I plan to be the reason for it.” I tugged the dress over my head and tossed it at him before grabbing a pillow and kneeling between his thighs.

“You don’t have to, Eva. Really.”

I looked at Oliver’s big blue eyes, nearly navy with desire, and licked my lips. “I know I don’t have to. I want to. Call it curiosity.” Call it arousal or horniness, call it need.

“But… oh, shit!” His hips bucked up the moment I had his cock in my hands, stroking up and down. “Eva,” he growled when my thumb slid over the bead of liquid at the tip of his cock.

“Yes? Tell me what you need, Oliver.”

“Fuck,” he bit out when my tongue swiped the same spot where the bead had been. “Eva.” His words came out in harsh, sharp pants and I smiled, knowing it was because of me.

Closing my eyes, I wrapped my lips around Oliver, lost in the act of tasting him, enjoying the way his sounds guided me. I moaned and his hips bucked, giving me more of him. “You’re so fucking hard, Oliver.”

“Shit,” he panted and thrust his hips up once again. “Eva.” His fingers sifted through my hair with just enough force to let me know his control was snapping. “Eva.”

I was too far gone to stop now and the sounds he made further dampened my already soaked panties, but every growl and groan was like a hit of a drug that I needed to hear again and again.

“Enough!” The growl came out loud and harsh but his moves were gentle, the way he tugged my hair to get my attention, the serious look in his gaze when he whispered harshly, “Enough.”

“I wasn’t done.”

“Yeah, well, I want to come inside that pretty little pussy of yours. Let’s save your smart mouth for another time.”

A shiver shook my whole body, making it easy for Oliver to pull me close and slide the red panties down my thighs. One flip of his fingers and my red lace bra landed on top of my panties. “Oliver, please.”

“Soon.” He said soon, but his mouth began a slow and sensuous journey starting at the back of my knees and working his way up in a slow, torturous pattern that had me shaking like a leaf.

He kissed the back of my knee.

The small of my back.

The crease of my right thigh.

The small tip of swollen clit, exposed.

My nipples.

My jaw.

And, finally, his lips were on mine as he hoisted me in the air, gripping my ass like he couldn’t get enough of me, sliding me slowly down his long, thick cock. “Oh, sweet fuckin’ hell!”

“Eva, babe,” he growled but I couldn’t hear him, not with the blood rushing through my ears at the way he filled me. I was overfull and had never felt so good. “Eva,” he growled again and began to pump his hips, meeting me each time our bodies connected in a deep thrust.

“Oliver, don’t stop. Please!” I was wild and out of control; the only thing on my mind was another orgasm at the hands of this sexy man who drove me crazy in every way imaginable. “Oliver.” I gripped his face and kissed him hard, riding him until I felt the cool of the living room wall against my back.

Oliver pulled back, his gaze dark and fierce. “Hang on, Eva.”

I nodded and wrapped my arms around his neck, moaning nonstop as he slid slow and deep into my body, thrusting faster and deeper and his own pleasure swamped him. “Oh, yes! Fuck yes! Oliver!”

“Fuck, I love the way you scream my name.” His mouth crashed down on mine and we kissed and we fucked, hard and fast, wild and unsophisticated. There was no grace or elegance to how we came together, it was almost feral. Intense and raw with every stroke, every kiss. Every touch.

And then another orgasm was right there, barreling down on me while I stared up at the handsome, tortured face of Oliver fighting his own pleasure. “Let go, Oliver.”

He shook his head, determined to wring out every last ounce of pleasure, knowing as I did that this was our only night together. “Not. Yet.” His hands gripped my hips even tighter and he thrust hard and fast, and even though my orgasm had faded, my nerve endings were highly sensitive and the most ungodly noises came from my mouth.