Page 113 of Love in Fine Print

I didn’t know for sure, but what I did know was when I saw the outline of Olivia’s darkened areolas peeking through the white lace covering it, the sight awakened a beast in me. It made me feel like a savage, I wanted to bite into the flimsy, see-through material with my teeth.

Since I figured the garment probably cost more than a car payment, I refrained from ripping it apart. But that didn’t stop me from cupping her luscious mounds in my hands, lowering my head, and claiming her lace-covered nipples with my mouth. I sucked her hardened nubs into my mouth, gently nibbling them with my teeth and then licking the hardened peaks through the lace barrier.

Olivia was a creature of habit, she always wore matching bras and panties, which meant she was wearing little white lace underwear beneath her black pencil skirt. Keeping one hand on her breasts, I gathered the material of her skirt in my handand tugged it up her legs. A whimpered sigh fell from her lips as I trailed my touch up her inner thigh and slid my fingers to the apex of her leg. Sure enough, my fingertips grazed the lace material covering her damp folds.

“Turn around,” I instructed as I spun her so she was facing away from me. Her hands landed on the flat surface of the round kitchen table. I tugged her pencil skirt up over her hips.

“Spread your legs,” I roughly commanded.

She did as I asked, and my hands ran up over her ass and hips. Moving my thumbs beneath the thin straps of her thong, I slowly slid the garment down her legs. A groan vibrated deep in my chest as I lowered down to my knees while she stepped out of her tiny lace panties. My hands clamped onto the full flesh of her butt cheeks. I squeezed the mounds, pushing them apart to reveal her sex. I could feel the heat radiating from her core a few inches from my face. My fingers caressed her feminine core; each glide was easier thanks to her arousal coating her silky soft skin, causing it to be slick.

I slid up and down her seam, increasing the pressure of my fingertips at the base of her slit. Her opening began to clench and then relax against my touch. Using my fingers, I spread her open, revealing the light pink skin of her most intimate area. As my mouth got closer to her sex, I could feel the heat of her core as her body pulsed with need.

“Please,” she begged as her fingers gripped the tabletop.

I loved getting her close to the edge like this. As a person who was always in control, I loved being the man she relinquished that control to. It served as a powerful aphrodisiac.

“Please what?” I asked as the lips of my mouth brushed lightly against the lips of her sex.

“Please touch me, lick me, fuck me.”

A moan ripped from my chest at her request.

“Yes, ma’am.” I grinned as I covered her core with my mouth. Within just a few licks, I felt her body vibrate with release. Her thighs were still trembling as I licked her clit and pushed two fingers inside of her. I stroked her intimately as I flicked my tongue over her pleasure button, keeping my pace steady until her chest collapsed onto the table.

I hadn’t planned on having dessert before dinner, but I was damn glad I had.

49

OLIVIA

All of myenergy drained out of me as my sex throbbed with aftershocks of the orgasm that Ben had just given me in less time than it took to tie my shoes. The man had magic fingers. And a magic tongue. And a magic dick.

He was gifted and knew my body in a way that no other person had. After hearing the news that I’d been offered partner, I’d been a ball of anxiety. But just a few minutes with Ben and everything was better.

“Was that good?” he asked as his fingers traced the seam of my wet vagina.

“Yes.”

I felt his hands move up to my ass. His palms flattened on each one of my cheeks and his fingers tightened, squeezing my flesh. His breath fanned against my backside before I felt his tongue lightly tease the dip between my two cheeks. It felt so naughty to have him lick me in such a forbidden area. I’d never been a fan of ass play, but then again, I’d never let anyone get close to it to know if I liked it or not. Ben had full access to my entire body, and he knew it. He knew that I trusted him implicitly.

The candles weren’t the only things flickering around us. The air was charged with electricity. I felt like we were in our own private sex bubble. There was something different about spontaneous sex rather than sex in bed. Both were good, but this felt more urgent. It added an extra layer of intensity to the experience.

His illicit licks caused pleasure to curl deep in my belly. Each time his tongue laved against my naughty knot, the inner walls of my core clenched with growing anticipation. I knew that there was no way he could bring me to orgasm like this, but he was bringing me right to the edge. A familiar pressure began to build low in my belly as tingles spread throughout my body.

When he stood, I braced myself. His breathing was labored and heavy and I sensed that I wasn’t the only one on the brink of release. He inhaled slowly as he caressed and then lightly swatted my ass cheek.

“Yes,” I whimpered as my sex clenched in need. “Harder.”

His second slap was firmer and made a much louder noise, which caused the sensations I felt to amplify. His final swat caused my back to arch. I cried out in pleasure at the sensual sting as I felt the head of his cock press against my opening.

My entire body stilled at the anticipation of him filling me up. Even though he’d already brought me to completion, my body still ached for him to be inside of me.

I kept thinking that I would get used to being with Ben. That the thrill, the excitement, the pleasure, the fulfillment would wane. The “honeymoon” period would end. But, so far, it hadn’t. I wasn’t sure if that was because we both knew this relationship had an expiration date, so we were enjoying every second. Or if the chemistry we shared was truly that explosive and primal.

Was he my unicorn sexual soulmate?

That wasn’t the only question I had rolling around in my head at the moment. Part of me had wanted him to ask what mystepping into a role in the matchmaking business would mean for our marriage. If I did step into that role and we separated, would that really be a good look for the business? Would that be a reason to stay married? Those things needed to be discussed. But not right now. Not when my body was primed and ready for him.

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