I’d imagined her body more times than I could count over the years, but this was the first time I’d ever seen her naked. I’d seen her in a bikini when we were younger, so I had an idea of what she looked like. Her body had changed over the years, though, and while her chest was a similar size, her hips had filled out. Her ass had also gotten bigger from when she was a teenager, and I was dying to turn her around to see the real deal.
For as much as I wanted to wrap my lips around her hardened, pink nipples, my mouth watering at the sight, this wasn’t about me. It was all about her. I needed to find out what she liked and what she didn’t.
I closed the small gap between us, towering over her. Her breasts pressed against me as I raised her head. Tenderly, I covered her mouth with mine, but I didn’t deepen the kiss. We needed to have a little chat first.
“Is there anything you don’t like to do?”
Her breath fanned my lips, and for a moment I thought she was going to ignore my question. “I’ve never tried it, but I don’t want to do anal.”
I couldn’t help the bubble of laughter that erupted from me. “I doubted that was on the table anyway. But it might be the key,” I teased.
“Pass.”
Moving my hands to her waist, I walked her backward, and all I wanted to do was throw her down and bury myself inside her, but again, I refrained, albeit barely.
“What’s your favorite position?”
Her eyes shifted downward, then sideways before she looked back up at me. “I like missionary. I know it’s boring, but I like the feeling of the guy on top of me.”
“Okay. Are you open to other positions as well?”
“Sure.”
Standing so close, I could feel the heat of her body, the slight tremble of her muscles as she pretended she wasn’t as affected as I was with the proximity.
“You know you can touch me if you want.”
“I know,” she responded, lifting her right hand only to place it on my waist. I was hoping she’d go lower, but I’d let her go at her own pace.
“Is there anything else you don’t want to do?”
“I can’t think of anything right now.”
“Is there anything a guy has done that you’ve liked?”
“Of course.” Her hand fell away, and she stepped back, but she couldn’t go far because the wall was right behind her. My question somehow annoyed her, but I didn’t know why. “I’m not some robot who doesn’t feel pleasure during sex.” Her cheeks flushed. “It’s just that I can’t orgasm.”
“I didn’t think that at all. I’m only trying to figure out where to start off. I want to make this experience as pleasurable as possible for you, with one goal in mind.”
Allowing a moment to pass before I asked another question proved to be helpful. “Do you like it when a guy goes down on you?” The image of another man getting to taste her irked me. The feeling was irrational, but it spiraled through me just the same.
“I don’t know.”
“What do you mean, you don’t know? You’ve never had a guy go downtown?”
“Downtown? Really?” She tilted her head before shaking it.
“Answer the question.”
“Yes, I’ve had boyfriends go down on me, but it’s never for long. After a few…” She swallowed her next words, shifting from one foot to the other. “They didn’t like it, I guess.”
“What guy doesn’t like eating pussy?”
She never answered. But I didn’t expect her to.
Deciding talk time was over, I snatched her hands and raised them above her head, holding them both in one of mine, pinning her between me and the wall.
“If at any time you want to stop, or try something else, just tell me. Okay? No faking anything, and no going along because you think it’s what I want. You’re in complete control. I’m only here to service you.”
A nod was her only response.
With my free hand, I gripped her jaw, moving my thumb toward her mouth. I licked at the seam of her lips, and as she parted them, I dipped my thumb inside, just enough to tease us both. She closed her mouth and sucked the tip. When I moved back, keeping her hands captive above her, she groaned, which made me happy. She didn’t dislike me as much as she pretended to. Or if she did, her feelings toward me didn’t stop her from wanting me.
Snaking my arm around her, I gripped her ass. In desperate need to see it, I released her and turned her around so quickly, she had to lay her hands on the wall to keep from falling.
“What are you—”
I was on my knees before she finished her question, reveling in the gloriousness of her plump backside. I hadn’t lied when I told her I was an ass man, and she had the best one I’d ever seen. It was bitable, spankable, and fuckable, although anal sex was off the table. Not that I would do that with her the first time anyway.
There’s only going to be this one time.
Disappointment ricocheted inside me, but I didn’t want to waste any mental energy on the thought. I needed to focus. Hell, it was hard not to, with all of this in front of my face.
I pinched her cheek right before I bared my teeth and bit her. Not hard, but enough to have her pushing back into me.
“Spread your legs. Wider.” With one hand, I grasped her waist, and with the other, I pushed on the middle of her back until she was leaning over but still able to brace herself against the wall. I wanted to say so many things. Dirty things. Questionable things. But I never uttered a word as I spread her cheeks, dipped lower, and ran my tongue over her wet center. She bucked against me, groaning at the contact. I did it again, this time using my fingers to spread her excitement.
For the next several minutes I licked, sucked, and nibbled at her like she was my last meal, and until this moment I hadn’t realized how hungry I’d been.
Olivia had made many an appearance as I’d pleasured myself over the years, but the reality of her was so much better.
She seemed to be enjoying herself, but because I couldn’t see her face, I wasn’t sure. I’d told her not to fake anything, but there was a possibility she’d gone against my wishes.
Without warning, I pulled away, even though I hated to, and stood up. My abrupt departure had her spinning around, saying something that made me want to snatch the words from the air and crush them in my fist.
“See? Guys don’t like it. Or they don’t like doing it to me.” A sexy shade of pink rose over her throat and exploded on her cheeks.
I seized her hand and pulled her toward the queen-size bed before she could wallow in any more self-doubt.
“I’m not stopping. I want you on your back. I need to see your face. And in case there’s any confusion, I love burying my tongue between your legs.”
She sucked in a breath, and I could see the excitement swirl behind her eyes, even though she tried to mask her stare with indifference.
Olivia Brighton was crumbling right in front of me, and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do to stop it.
I’d make sure of it.
6
Olivia
Luke looked to a spot on the bed, and I situated myself there. When he stared at my legs, which were pinned together, and crooked his brow, the muscles in his jaw ticked when I didn’t spread them quick enough.