I throw my arms around his neck, pulling him into me and kissing him deeply.
“So, I guess this is it… I’m staying here for another week.” I grin, unable to contain my excitement.
We both stand, my bag at my feet.
He scoops me up into his arms, leaning in to whisper, “From a scale of one to ten, how inappropriate would it be to fuck you to into oblivion in the bathroom?”
I slap his shoulder, watching all the gawking eyes.
Damn people watchers.
“I’ll make you a deal. If you can hold off until we’re back at your apartment, I’ll do a re-enactment in your shower, but this time I want it hard.”
“The water?”
My head tips back, laughter rippling through me.
“Sorry, Olly, mine’s in gutter this time,” I tell him, gazing into his stunned eyes. “You. All you. Every which way of you.”
“All doors open, huh?”
“Every door open.” I grin, wickedly.
Oliver
Her body is sprawled across the bed, naked and perfect in all its glory.
The bedroom is basking in sunlight which highlights the copper curls flowing down her back and against her soft skin.
I lay beside her, cocooning myself in the gray silk sheets admiring every inch of her body. The way her arms lay beneath her, tracing each curve exposed above the sheets.
Gabriella will be the death of me.
Around her, I become insatiable, begging to be inside her every waking moment.
We have barely left this room or this apartment.
But I am selfish and only have her for a week, and today marks three days left.
I gaze upon her naked form, addicted to the sight. Her skin is glistening with a sensual sweat.
It was just three hours ago you were inside her. Calm the fuck down, boy.
This woman is a masterpiece, and I’ve wracked my brain on how I can make her all mine for a lifetime.
I run my finger along her skin, watching the tiny bumps rise with my movements. She stirs with a contented smile playing on her supple lips.
“Hmmm,” she murmurs, with her eyes still closed. “What time is it?”
“Time for me to fuck you again.” I kiss the top of her shoulder, then slide my hand down between her thighs. “You sore, still?”
She buries her head into the pillow, muffling her laughter. “I’ve been sore all week, but that hasn’t stopped you, you sex maniac.”
“Hey.” I slap the curve of her arse, the sound echoing in the room. “A maniac is known as a person exhibiting extremely wild or violent behavior.”
She rolls onto her front, exposing her tits, making it impossible to concentrate on anything else. They are perfection. I’ve touched every inch of them, sucked on them hard until she screamed my name. My teeth tugged on the tips of her nipples, a pleasurable pain she admitted got her off quickly.
“Um… hello, did you forget Tuesday’s romp in the shower. Or perhaps the midnight express on the balcony? What about the impromptu fuck on the kitchen countertop with the use of your kitchen utensils?”
I’m unable to hide my grin, burying my head between her tits. The smell of her skin is intoxicating. My mouth moves like a magnetic force wrapping my tongue around her nipple causing her to moan in delight.
“Okay, fine. Maniac, whatever. Shut up! I need to fuck you now.” I don’t give her any more time to question my desire to fuck her twenty-four-seven. My mouth slams onto hers, pushing her head into the pillow as I pin her down to the bed. Raising her arms above her head, I pull away to watch the desperation in her eyes.
“Olly, we need more protection,” she breathes. “I used my last diaphragm.”
“Fuck it.” I want my mouth back on hers.
Our tongues are in a battle, feverishly fighting until she lets out a deep moan, the one that makes me rock hard, wanting to explode.
She pushes me back, catching her breath.
“Um… we can’t just ‘fuck it,’” she warns. “I love you, but I want it to be us for now. I’m not ready for kids.”
“Then, I’ll have to fuck you some other way.”
I don’t have much time before she questions my motives. I quickly flip her around, pushing her against the bed again, this time with her back to me until all I can see is that sweet ass of hers.
With her skin in full view, I grab my palm and slap her ass hard enough for her to let out a squeal.
“Guess you can’t be quiet, huh?” I tease. “What shall I do with you?”
“I can take a wild guess.”
Moving her hair away from her ear, I lean in to whisper, “I’m going to fuck you now. It’s going to be hard, and you’re going to scream.”
Her body is waiting, the goosebumps forming along her precious skin. My fingers glide between her thighs, she’s soaking wet again, just how I like it.
My hand is wrapped around my cock, just the slightest touch causes me to moan. I slide myself in nice and hard, watching her arch her back as her knees begin to shake. I fucking love when her knees shake.
“Olly…”
“Shhh,” I whisper. “I’m not coming in here.”
The tightness of her pussy feels like heaven. This is fucking torture. Come on, your cock should be able to hold out for a couple more minutes. Don’t fucking come.
Placing my hands on her shoulders, I push her against the bed, gripping tightly as I continue to thrust into her. Sweat is dripping off my forehead, and unable to control my thirst, I slam harder while I lower my hand, sliding it against her clit. It’s perfect, just the way I like it—pink and swollen. I want
