"Oliver," I whispered, reaching down to tunnel my fingers into his hair.
Millimeters from my mound, he stopped and looked up at me. "Uh-uh-uh. Keep those hands on the branch."
I grasped it with both hands again.
And now I was completely on fire for him. If he didn't make me come soon, I'd lose my mind.
Before I could voice my need, he seemed to recognize it. He dropped to his knees and laid a hand on my inner thigh, pushing gently, urging me to spread my legs.
"Yes, Oliver, please."
He shoved his head between my thighs, latching onto my clitoris.
The first tug of his teeth on my flesh made me buck my hips and cry out. It felt incredible, so fantastic beyond words, and he'd barely touched me. When he began to swirl his tongue around my taut nub, I gripped the branch even harder and threw my head back. He pushed his hand between my folds, rubbing in an irregular rhythm, driving me so wild that I thrashed and cried out again.
Just when I thought I couldn't get more turned on, he thrust a finger inside me, then another, and another. He fucked me with his fingers while tormenting my nub, his own breathing ragged and labored, just like mine.
"Ollie! Yes, please, yes, yes, yes!"
He nipped my clit, and I erupted.
My scream reverberated through the forest.
But Ollie didn't stop until he'd teased every last spasm of pleasure out of me, until my arms quivered from the strain of holding me up and he'd robbed me of breath.
He rose in front of me, his expression the embodiment of sheer, unbridled lust. His voice sounded deeper and rougher when he said, "Breathe, Mara. Can't have you passing out before we get to the best part."
I did what he said, taking slow breaths until my heart stopped pounding like a jackhammer. I let go of the branch and stumbled a little, still weak from the power of what he'd done to me.
Ollie slung an arm around my waist and hugged me to him. "Let me know when you're ready for more. I can't wait to be inside you again."
"I want that too, and I'm okay now." I walked my fingers up his chest. "But I'd like to give you something special first."
"Just being with you is special enough for me."
"You're so sweet, Ollie. But I've been fantasizing about this all week." I wriggled free of his embrace and knelt in front of him. His cock curved up in front of me, making my mouth water. "I want this."
"Oh... uh... You don't have to..."
He blushed.
I couldn't help grinning and laughing. His embarrassment was the cutest thing I'd ever seen, and it made me want to do this even more.
"Relax, Ollie," I said, "I've done this before. My husband thought my enthusiasm for sex was unseemly, but he loved it when I gave him a blow job. Apparently, it wasn't unseemly to enjoy doing that for him. But I'll love doing this for you so much more."
He combed his fingers through my hair, gazing down at me with a tender smile curving his lips. "You're the sexiest woman in the world, Mara. I'd love for you to do that."
"Maybe you should hold on to the branch. I plan to make you come so hard your knees will buckle."
"Damn, that sounds incredible."
He moved to stand directly under the branch, clasping it with both hands.
I knelt in front of him and took his erection in my hand, closing my fingers around its girth, loving the heat and firmness of him. A drop of moisture formed on the head of his cock. I licked it away, making him shudder and suck in a breath.
"Are you ready, Oliver?"
"Fuck yes."
I pumped his length in a leisurely rhythm while I began to massage his inner thigh with my other hand, easing it upward inch by inch, moving closer and closer to his groin. His head fell back, the look on his face the epitome of pleasure. He groaned softly when I cupped his sac and gasped when I fondled the skin behind it.
"Mara," he said through gritted teeth. "You're so---uh. So hot."
"Can't wait to taste you." I rasped my tongue over the crown of his cock, flicking it out to taste the slit. His breathing turned rough and labored, and I grew even slicker than he'd made me when he put his mouth on me. "Oh Oliver, I'm going to eat you up."
Knowing he loved giving me oral sex as much as he loved receiving it from me made this even hotter, even more perfect. I took him in my mouth, sliding his length in as far as I could before I pulled away.
"Fuck, Mara, you better hurry." His face had become pinched even while it took on a look of sheer ecstasy. "I don't think I'll last long, not with you doing this to me."
"Look at me, Oliver. I want you to watch me feast on you and swallow everything you give me."
Chest heaving, he bowed his head to watch me. His gaze drilled into mine, and he licked his lips. "I definitely won't last long if I'm looking at you."
"Doesn't matter how long it takes, as long as your eyes roll back in your head."
I swallowed him, drawing his cock deep inside my mouth while I massaged his sac. He tasted so good, though I couldn't describe the flavor of his skin. No words on earth seemed right, but giving him this gift seemed like the most right thing I'd ever done with a man. Nico might've loved blow jobs, but only because of the pleasure it gave him. He'd always kept his eyes closed, focused solely on how what I did affected him. He never said anything until after he'd come, then he would tell me, "I really needed that."
Ollie called me sexy and wanted to watch me do this to him. I had no doubts that afterward he would compliment me in the
