Page 42 of Heart Match

He takes control of his length and plays with it against the fabric of my panties. My sex is so sensitive to the friction and warmth of it I’m almost coming. He slips a finger between my panties and my sex, feeling me. He closes his eyes and swallows hard.

‘You are so ready,’ he says opening his eyes to lock with mine.

‘I am.’

He reaches over to the condom next to my shoulder.

‘Let me,’ I say.

He smirks, but doesn’t protest.

I open the packet and begin to put on the rubber on his length. I do it slowly, teasingly. He’s enjoying watching it, his hands on his hips, the muscles on his navel tensing, his eyes fixed on what my hands are doing. His chest rising and falling with his ragged breathing.

Once I’m done, he tips my chin up and kisses me, slowly. His tongue taking its time to play with mine. Then he softly bites my lower lip, sucks on it. I can feel the stubble on his face gazing my chin. While he makes love to my mouth, he tugs my panties to one side and fills me with his cock.

His thrusts are deep and hard, I welcome each and every one of them with need and voracity, saying his name against his mouth. He groans, and trembles. His movements become erratic and I welcome his release. I lose all my senses as my body convulses, my feet curl and my sex climaxes in shock waves pulsating strong and fast around his erection.

‘Fuck, Olivia.’

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My head’s on his shoulder, we’re both watching our hands as they interlace each other. I’m still intoxicated by the fucking and love making of a few moments ago.

‘You like to play tennis, don’t you?’ I ask running my fingers over the calluses on his palm.

He chuckles. ‘Yes, I do.’

I know he’s looking down at me so I glance up to meet his eyes.

‘I’d like to see you play some time.’

‘I’d like that too.’

His expression is serious.

‘But you might have to explain the rules for me. I confess I have no clue. Everything I know about tennis is that you need a racket and several yellow balls to hit.’

Luc laughs, then gently plants a kiss on my head. ‘I’ve got you covered.’

‘Once I was on vacation with my family in Mallorca, we stayed in a resort that had a tennis court. My brother and I borrowed some balls and a racket from the hotel to play. It didn’t take more than fifteen minutes for us to give up playing. I couldn’t even hold the racket, it was too heavy, let alone hit the ball with enough strength for it to reach the other side of the net. Nate was really annoyed that I couldn’t play. He ended up finding other friends to play with him. I went and enjoyed the pool.’

Smirking, he kisses me softly on the mouth, holding my chin to face him.

‘You need a proper racket based on your weight and height.’

‘Good to know,’ I say beaming at him.

I go back to focusing on his hand, the one with the wristbands. He has a silver one, a thick black one and a transparent plastic one with tiny blue bubbles inside.

‘What’s this one about?’ I ask running my finger over the plastic one.

‘It’s from a brand that makes them out of plastic found in the ocean. All the money they get is used to save marine animals,’ he explains.

‘That’s nice. I like the idea.’

‘So do I, that’s why I have a partnership with them,’ he says.

I realise that’s the first time he’s talked specifics about his work, so much has happened in the past days I didn’t bother asking what he does for a living, apart from maybe being part of the Monaco Royal Family. But in a way, I did imagine he worked in the business branch.

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