Page 69 of Love in Fine Print

The dark, dusty pink circles of her areolas were the perfect half-dollar size and made my mouth water. I bent down, claiming one then the other. Flicking the hardened nubs of her nipples with my tongue as my teeth bit down with just enough pressure to make her back arch.

Her hands flew to my head, and she fisted her fingers in my hair. One hand massaged her ass cheek as the other moved between our bodies. My fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her lace panties before sliding between her legs.

I cupped her wet heat and my fingers slid along her damp folds. I applied pressure with my fingertips to the base of her opening as I ground the heel of my palm against her clit. I continued caressing her seam until soft, mewling sounds of pleasure filled the air and my hand was covered in her juices.

“That feels so good,” she whimpered.

I knew I could easily take her up and over the edge with my fingers. I’d been grinding the base of my palm against her clit, and it was swollen and sensitive. A few brushes of my fingertips would send her flying.

But I wanted to taste her. I needed to taste her.

Without warning, I picked her up and carried her to the couch. The bed was just in the next room, but those extra ten steps seemed like miles when I was so close to finally giving us what we both wanted.

She gasped, and her legs wound around my waist. I could feel the heat of her sex through my sweats. The warmth sent my balls tightening against my body and my cock surging with arousal.

This was going to be embarrassing if I came in my pants. I’d heard of that happening to guys, but it had never happened to me. Not even when I was a horny teenager who got a boner from a strong wind.

I laid her down on the cushions and slid her panties down as I kneeled beside the couch. My hands moved to her knees, and I spread her legs apart. Leaning down, I pressed soft kisses to her inner thighs, first the right, then the left, taking my time as I moved my way up to the apex between her legs.

When I reached her sex, my fingers glided along her delicate folds. I could see the seam of her opening pulsing with need. Ipressed my lips against her slit, sealing my promise to give her body exactly what she needed.

Her back arched as I licked along her core. My tongue was flat as it slid up and down her soft, dewy flesh several times before I finally turned my attention to her most needy place. Using just the tip of my tongue, I gently massaged her clit.

She cried out with words of encouragement, urging me not to stop. My cock was throbbing painfully as I tasted her sweet and tangy juices. Every cell in my body was screaming with sensual tension, clamoring for its release. I ignored my own needs and concentrated solely on her.

My fingers teased her arousal-coated opening as I continued making love to her with my mouth. When I felt her body begin to tremble, I pushed one finger, then two, inside her tight canal as my tongue illicitly stroked her delicious bundle of nerves.

As my fingers moved inside of her and my mouth clamped over the hood of her sex, I felt her body begin to tremble as a rush of liquid heat coated my digits. Her thighs tensed against the side of my face and her hips rolled seductively as she rode out her release against my tongue and fingers.

When her legs relaxed, falling open, I pressed two more kisses against her tender flesh. I had no idea what the rest of the night had in store for us, but if this were all that happened, I’d be a happy man. The fact that Olivia had allowed me this access to her body was more than I’d dared to hope for, and it was enough. Just being with Olivia and her being my wife was more than I ever imagined. It was a dream I didn’t even know I had come true.

29

OLIVIA

Ben’s breathfanned over my stomach as waves of aftershocks rolled through me. I’d never been with a man who had made me come the first time we were together. It usually took several encounters before I could relax enough to let myself go.

That was not the case with Ben. Maybe it was because this relationship was legal. We’d signed a contract. I was comfortable with contracts. I wasn’t comfortable with feelings. Feelings and I were not friends. But this, our relationship, was recognized by the state of California. It was legally binding.

My fingertips roamed over Ben’s wide shoulders as his mouth grazed my body and he moved up to hover above me.

“You taste so good,” Ben rasped against my lips as his hand cupped my breast and he squeezed as he kissed the tip of my nipple.

I wanted to return the compliment, tell him how good he’d made me feel, but when I opened my mouth to speak, no words came out. The orgasm he’d just given me had left me speechless and satisfied, but I guess I was greedy because it also left me wanting more. I wanted to feel his skin against mine. I wanted to taste him, to touch him the way he’d explored me.

I grabbed at the back of his t-shirt as I demanded, “Off.”

He looked down at me and the corner of his mouth tilted up in a half-grin that was giving very serious bad-boy vibes, which caused my lady parts to throb. Or should I say throb even more.

“Yes, ma’am.” Ben stood up and quickly removed his shirt before hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his sweats. This was the moment I’d dreamt about since the first day I’d seen him at the park. My mouth watered as he slid his joggers and boxer briefs down his powerful legs. He stepped out of them, and when he straightened back up, his erection was jutting out proudly from his body.

And it had every reason to be proud. It was very, very impressive.

He started to lower back down on the couch, but I sat up. When I did, he took a step back and looked down at me. My eyes were lifted to his, but my face was mere inches from the head of his cock. I didn’t break eye contact as I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his healthy girth. His shaft pulsed in my hand, and I watched as his jaw ticked and his nostrils flared. I tightened my grip and lowered down on my knees in front of him. His hand raked through my hair as I pressed my lips to his engorged tip. I kissed him softly, before sliding out my tongue and tasting the salty drop of his arousal.

A male groan of appreciation ripped from his chest as my lips parted and using my hand, still wrapped around him, I guided him into my mouth. The velvety smoothness of his skin slid against my tongue. I took him deep until I felt the head of his cock hit the back of my throat, then I took him even deeper.

“Fuck,” he gritted out as I choked on him.

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