A shimmering, sensual heat rippled through me, fanning out through my entire body like delicate waves on a sun-warmed pond.
"I've wanted to do this since I first saw you," he said, inching backward on all fours. "Can't wait anymore. Gotta eat you up."
He kept backing away until his head was above my hips, then he eased my thighs apart with one hand. When he lay down with his face inches above my mound, I sucked in a breath, knowing what he planned to do and craving it with a need so intense it made me a little lightheaded. He took off his glasses and tossed them onto the bedside table. I gripped my pillow with both hands, suddenly breathing hard, almost panting. Ollie smiled with a hunger that stole my breath as he lifted my legs to rest my knees on his shoulders.
The second his tongue touched my flesh, I gasped and jerked.
He nuzzled the hairs on my mound, darted his tongue out to tease my skin, and kept his gaze on mine the whole time. I clenched my pillow harder, my fingers punching into it. He thrust his tongue between my folds and circled it around my taut nub, his tongue so agile it encircled my clit, wrapping around it again and again, the silken warmth of it driving me wild.
"Oh, Ollie," I moaned.
"Call me Oliver."
"I thought...oh...you didn't like that."
"Now I do, while I'm feasting on you. I want to hear my full name when you come. Please do this for me."
"I will, Oliver."
He shoved his head as far between my thighs as possible and devoured me. His tongue lapped and swirled, his breaths blustered over my flesh, and his teeth scraped and nipped at me. I writhed wildly, panting and gasping and crying out, not giving a damn if anyone heard me. The pleasure mounted inside my body, a rigid coil winding tighter and tighter until my back bowed into the mattress and my head came up off the pillow. My knees drew up too, and I clutched his head while it bobbed as he tormented me with more and more demanding strokes of his tongue.
But when he stopped, I almost screamed---in frustration.
I gripped a handful of his hair and pulled his head up so I could see his eyes. "What are you doing? Don't stop. Make me come, dammit."
He chuckled. "You're so cute when you're sexually frustrated."
"Will you do it if I beg? Please, Oliver, please." It came out more throaty than pleading, but considering the way his eyes narrowed and he licked his lips, I didn't think he cared.
He drew in a ragged breath. "Fuck, that's so hot. Hearing you say my name that way."
"Oliver," I purred, letting go of his hair. "Make me come, please. Then I'll return the favor."
I swore his pupils blew right as I watched. His eyes became dark, shimmering pools of carnal need.
He pulled my clit into his mouth and rolled his tongue around it.
And I came, just like that. My fingers clenched his hair again, my entire body caved in, and the cry that exploded out of me echoed off the walls. The pleasure ripped through me in waves so powerful I lost my voice and my breath. He kept licking, kept tormenting me with the most wonderful blend of ecstasy and pain I'd ever experienced. My muscles spasmed with such intensity that I was sure I'd be sore later from the strength of this one unbelievable climax.
When it finally subsided, I collapsed onto the bed. "Oh. Wow. God. You weren't kidding. You absolutely do rock the sex."
"Glad you're satisfied." He sat back on his heels, kneeling near my feet. "But that was only phase one."
"Wait a minute so I can catch my breath and then it's my turn. I want to feast on you."
"Later. I'm on a mission right now."
I stretched my arms above my head, dancing my fingertips along the top of the headboard. "What mission is that?"
"To fuck you so long and so good that you'll never want to be with anyone else."
"Oh yes, please do that."
He rose onto hands and knees, crawling up my body, his expression one of pure hunger and determination. He wanted me that badly. I wanted him just as much, maybe more, so much that my pulse raced and my breaths came fast and short.
Growling softly, he skimmed a hand over my belly and up between my breasts, his fingers grazing them, setting off a flurry of excitement that tingled over my skin and made my clit pulsate. My skin grew so sensitized to his touch that I choked back a whimper, every brush of his fingers a beautiful torment. No one had ever touched me the way he did or made me feel the way he did. I'd known him for such a short time, yet I couldn't deny that I felt more comfortable with him than I ever had with anyone else.
Sex with a virtual stranger? Never, not me.
Except today. With him.
He dipped his fingers into his mouth one by one, moistening their tips until they glistened. When he swirled his damp fingertips around my nipple, not touching it, I wanted him so much I almost whimpered again. He circled his forefinger around and around, moving ever closer to my rigid peak, his focus intently on the task, until at last he brushed that finger over my nipple.
I gasped, my back arching.
"You like that," he murmured, his gaze shifting to my face. "You want me to take this"---he raked his thumb across my nipple---"into my mouth and make you squirm because it feels so damn good."
"Unh. Yes. Please."
He laved the peak with his hot tongue, leaving it aching and moist, the air chilling my skin, the sensation even more arousing. "You taste incredible, from your lips and your skin to your cream."
I could manage nothing more useful than a desperate grunt, since he'd latched his mouth onto my nipple again, suckling and swiping
