Page 41 of Heart Match

‘Olivia,’ Luc says, towering over me, hand propped on the door frame above my head.

‘Hi,’ I almost don’t find my voice.

A long moment of staring stretches between us.

‘I can’t get you out of my mind,’ he rasps.

A shot of adrenaline runs through my veins, speeding my heartbeat absurdly.

‘You’re not a one-night stand.’ The words are out before I can rationally measure them. I don’t even know why I said them. Is it true? Or I said it because I want to fuck him this bad?

The smile tugging on his lips reaches his eyes that now are diverted to my mouth.

‘Good,’ he says.

He takes one step forward and presses his body against mine, making me take steps back until he closes the door behind him. His hand slips around the nape of my neck and through my hair as he lowers his face closer to mine. My breathing is so uneven and loud in my ears, I know Luc notices what he’s doing to me. Still, his eyes ask for permission when they lock with mine. And I give it to him—I give him all the permission he needs to kiss me. When my lips part, he tightens his grip around my waist and neck and his mouth crashes onto mine. I rake and tug on his hair as his tongue slips into me, relentlessly kissing me, claiming me.

His mouth makes love to mine in a demanding way, showing that he too has been craving it the whole day. Right then, I have no doubt he wants me just as much as I want him, in every single way.

He cups my ass and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and dig my fingers deeper into his hair, desperately wanting him. He moans against my mouth and the sound rushes all my blood to my core.

He takes me to my bed, sitting me on the edge of the mattress. He tugs under the hem of my tank top and pulls it up. His eyes are on fire when he catches sight of my very much transparent nude bralette. I open his jeans, unzip them and pull them down his legs, leaving him only with his sexy white Calvin Klein boxer briefs. He’s so hard under his underwear it makes me pool my panties. He’s looking down at me, his eyes begging, imploring.

Propping one knee on the bed, his hungry wet mouth takes mine as he lays me on my back so that now he’s on top and I’m between his knees. Luc’s hips begin to move back and forth, grinding against me, and I immediately welcome the movement. His erection is pressed against my sex, the fabric of our underwear keeping them apart. He’s so hot, so gorgeous, so fuckable.

He stops kissing me and I almost protest, craving the touch and the taste of him on my tongue, the closeness. He stares at me for a moment to study my face long enough to make my heart pulse harder on my extremities. His eyes are dangerously dark, filled with lust, his breathing just as fast and heavy as mine.

‘What’s wrong?’ I ask, breathless.

‘You have that face on—it drives me crazy.’

‘Should I stop then?’

I’m serious, staring hard into his eyes, and so is he.

‘Don’t,’ he rasps.

He frees his cock from his boxer briefs and strokes himself as he watches me. My sex tightens at the sight of it, I don’t know where to focus my gaze. His heated heavy eyes, the ridges of his abs contracting as he touches himself, or the very part of him being stroked by his hand. Fire bursts from between my legs to my chest. The scene is beyond arousing, the muscles of his biceps flexing as he plays with himself, the crest of his penis red and swollen. I could come by only watching this.

He stands up, discards his underwear on the floor and reaches a condom in his jeans. All the while I keep staring, watching every movement he makes with hungry, eagle eyes. The anticipation is driving me out of my mind.

He throws the condom next to me and joins me again on the bed. His mouth lands on my sex, he pushes his tongue against the fabric of my panties and the feeling makes me quiver, my toes curl. He sucks on my clit, and gently bites it, then flickers his tongue, tasting me through the silk. I tug his hair, pulling hard; a groan escapes his throat and the sound of him motivates me to move my waist to meet his mouth, with more pressure.

He then traces a path from my clit to my belly button, where he sinks in his warm and wet tongue. My core contracts in response. Luc moves up to my breast, and there he pinches my nipple under my bralette with his lips. They’re soft, and warm, and wet. He reaches my neck and sucks on it, making me moan. I have the feeling I won’t hold on much longer if he doesn’t stop with the teasing soon. I’m so ready for him.

‘Do you want to fuck, or do you want to make love?’ he whispers in my ear.

What? Oh God.

The question and the way he asks it is beyond provocative and sexy, it almost makes me come in my underwear.

‘Can we do both?’ I rasp, barely recognising my voice.

‘I’ll do my best,’ his voice comes out hoarse and warm, his hooded eyes staring down straight into mine.

I leave one hand on his hair, the other I slip down onto his warm and hard shaft, making him groan and bury his face between my breasts. The smell of his hair teases my nose, taking me to places I haven’t been before.

He slowly begins sucking and licking and nibbling my skin, driving me insane. All I can smell is Luc, all I can think about is him inside of me and those eyes connected to mine.

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