“Yes! Oh God, Levon. Yes!”
Continuing to stroke and suckle her through the waves of ecstasy, he eventually kissed his way back up her body as she settled against the bed at last, smiling and sated, her fingers still caressing his hair. Eventually, he was beside her again and leaned down to kiss her. “Good?”
“So, so good.” Olive pulled him in for another kiss, then skimmed her hand down his chest to the waistband of his jeans. “Now, let me return the favor.”
Levon wanted to protest, but he was too far gone to try. So instead he let her roll him over onto his back, then watched as she climbed to her knees beside him, more than happy to let her take the lead here.
She touched him all over, as if learning the terrain of him, memorizing it. His pecs, his abs, his nipples—which she found made him moan when she nipped them gently with her teeth.
Then she was between his legs, flicking open the button of his jeans and drawing down his zipper and—sweet Jesus on a pogo stick. If this didn’t kill him, he wasn’t sure what would.
“Is this good?” she asked, stopping with his fly half open.
Levon nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment. There was nothing he loved more than a good blowjob, and the thought of his Olive pleasuring him that way was his every fantasy coming to life. If he could just last through this sweet torture, that was.
“Awesome,” she said, settling in again to finish with his zipper. Once she had his fly undone, Levon dutifully lifted his hips to allow her to slide his jeans and boxer briefs down and off his body, leaving them both completely naked. Well, except for the glasses.
Olive straightened them on her nose then narrowed her gaze on his hard cock. For a terrifying minute, he thought she might stop, but then she leaned closer and wrapped one hand around him, stroking him from root to tip. Levon couldn’t stop his groan of need.
Looking wickedly pleased with herself, she swiped her thumb over his sensitive head, then lifted the drop of moisture there to her mouth and licking it off. Levon froze. Yep. That was it. That was how he was going to die. Death by sex. But what a way to go. A slow smile broke across her lips as her gaze met his up the length of his body. “You taste good.”
“Do I?” It was a stupid question, but then his brain wasn’t firing on all cylinders at the moment. He watched as she nodded, then leaned forward to kiss the head of his cock.
“I want more.” With a small grin, Olive took him into her warm wet mouth and Levon’s head fell back into the pillow, his eyes closed and his restraint unraveling by the second. It took everything he had not to thrust into her mouth, but he didn’t want to scare her. She was in control here, even if it killed him. Which it might.
Each kiss and lick and stroke and tug drew him one step closer to coming until finally, he felt that telltale tingle at the base of his spine and as his balls drew up tight. He did reach down then to place his hand on her head, not to push her down but to warn her. “I’m close.”
His cock sprang from between her lips with an audible pop. “Yeah?”
Then she went back down on him and Levon was lost. As his world shattered into a million iridescent shards and he came hard in her mouth, all he could picture was his sweet little lab partner with that dirty little smirk on her face, her hand wrapped around his cock and her body hot between his thighs. It was an image that would stay with him forever.
Finally, the exquisite pleasure died away and Olive crawled back up to lie beside him on the bed. She gave him a quick kiss, then settled on his chest, finally taking off those glasses of hers and setting them on the nightstand next to the bed.
“Was that good?” she asked, her breath across his sweat-slicked chest making him shiver.
“Heavenly,” he managed to say, fumbling with one hand for the covers he’d tossed aside earlier, and drew them up around them, tucking a stray lock of hair away from her exhausted face.
Well, that’s one way to distract the woman to keep her from leaving. Levon paused to gaze down at Olive as her breath evened out into the patterns of sleep, then allowed his own eyes to slip closed for a second. He had hours of reading ahead of him, he knew; he had purposefully put off poring over the info Olive had compiled earlier to avoid her noticing that it would take him a while. He could read just fine, as long as he was able to take his time and use all the tricks he’d picked up over the years. Thankfully, once he got through the reading, his retention of information was better than fine; it had to be, with dyslexia always dogging him like a demon and making him freeze up at the worst moments.
But every worst moment seemed far away when he looked at Olive. And it was up to Levon to keep it that way. She would be in his bed every
