Page 44 of Heart Match

‘Do you have something to say to me, Olivia?’

His expression is serious.

‘I am …’

‘What?’

‘Disappointed.’

Even though I say it so he stops tickling me, I feel truth behind the word.

A wicked grin stretches his mouth, the satisfaction that comes with it is as if he has just discovered new land to colonise. I give him my I-want-to-fuck-you stare.

‘Don’t do it,’ he says, serious.

‘What?’

I pretend I don’t know what he’s talking about.

‘Don’t look at me like that.’

‘Why not?’

‘You’re making me hard.’

‘So? Are you tired of me Mr. Lamaire?’

‘Never.’

Oh. Good to know.

‘Then fuck me.’

Luc closes his eyes, exhaling sharply, taking in the dirty words that just came out of my mouth. Then in one move he pulls my panties down, leaving me fully naked and exposed beneath him.

His face turns serious and he studies me for a moment before pressing his hot burning erection to my core, gliding it against my skin. He teases me, applying pressure on my most erogenous zone as he massages my swollen sex in back-and-forth movements, then in tiny circles.

One hand is holding his length, the other holding me tight by the waist. I keep staring at him, waiting for his next move in anticipation, until he pushes into me.

At first, his thrusts are slow, but deep. His hips rolling in a tantalising rhythm, inviting mine to play along. I follow his lead. His thrusts get deeper, stronger, faster, making me moan every time he fills me again, and again.

I raise one arm to keep me from crashing against the headrest. The sounds of his groans and growls echo in my ears and go straight to my pulsing sex. We’re drenched in sweat, our bodies gliding on one another. He fucks me senselessly and mercilessly until we both call out our names into each other’s necks.

He rests his head on my chest, his stubble tickling my skin. I bury my nose into his freshly fucked messy hair. We’re both panting, trembling from the climax. He’s still inside of me and I like that. I like the feel of Luc whole inside of me.

Once he recovers he props himself on his elbows, catches my mouth with a kiss and says, ‘I can’t stay tonight.’

I’m disappointed.

‘I’ve got a very important day at work tomorrow,’ he says, and presses his mouth onto my forehead.

‘Does that mean if you have a good day tomorrow you’re staying longer?’

‘Yes,’ he smiles and steps out of bed.

I follow him as he grabs his clothes from the floor. He watches me walking naked towards him and throws me his T-shirt. ‘Put this on or I won’t be able to leave,’ he commands.

‘Yes, sir.’

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