Page 40 of They All Puck Me

I start trailing kisses up her stomach, savoring the feel of her skin under my lips. Each kiss draws a soft sigh from her, making me crave more. When I reach her bra, I unhook it with practiced ease, letting it fall away to reveal her perfect breasts.

Her nipples are already hard, and I take one into my mouth, sucking gently before devouring it hungrily. Olivia moans, arching into me, her fingers tangling in my hair as she writhes beneath my touch.

"God, Noah," she gasps out. "Lose the pants."

"Yes ma'am," I reply with a grin, standing up to strip off my pants and underwear in one slick movement. Her eyes roam over me appreciatively as I kick the last of my clothes aside.

I kneel back on the bed between her legs, our bodies now skin to skin. The heat between us is almost unbearable, and I can see the same need reflected in Olivia’s eyes.

“Better?” I ask, sliding my hands up her thighs.

“Much,” she purrs, reaching for me.

We come together again in a heated kiss, our bodies pressing even closer. Every touch sends sparks through me; every moan from Olivia drives me wild. There’s no more holding back—just raw desire and the overwhelming need to make this moment last.

I pause, reality cutting through the haze of desire. "Do you have a condom?"

"Shit," Olivia mutters, her frustration clear. "No. I swore off men months ago and decided I didn’t need the temptation."

I can't help but laugh, "And hows that going for you?" She gingerly smacks me in the shoulder. I let out a breath, trying to keep my voice steady. "I don't have one either. I don't usually do this."

She looks up at me, her eyes sincere. "I’m on birth control. And I’m clean. If you’re comfortable with it, then I'm okay with it."

Her trust hits me harder than any slap shot I've taken. She’s putting herself out there for me, and it feels... big.

"Alright," I say softly, feeling something shift inside me. "If you're sure."

She nods, her gaze steady. "I'm sure."

With that assurance, I lean down to kiss her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her lips. My hands roam over her body, relearning every curve and dip. Her skin is warm under my touch, and every gasp she makes sends a thrill through me.

I position myself at her entrance, feeling the heat of her against me. She’s slick and ready, and the sensation nearly undoes me.

"Look at me," I murmur, needing to see her eyes.

She meets my gaze, those green eyes dark with desire. Slowly, I push into her, feeling her body stretch to accommodate me.

“God,” she breathes out as I slide deeper.

The feeling is indescribable—her warmth surrounding me completely. We move together in a rhythm that feels natural and right, our bodies perfectly in sync.

I adjust her position, gripping her hips and changing the angle. Her cry is immediate, raw. "Please, Noah, don't stop."

"Not a chance," I growl, my voice rough with need.

Our movements become more fluid, synchronized. The room fills with the sounds of our moans and praises. Each thrust drives us closer to the edge, and I can feel her tightening around me.

"I'm close," she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders.

I apply pressure to her clit. "Come for me, baby," I command, my voice thick with urgency.

With a shuddering cry, she does. Her body clenches around mine, pulling me into her climax. The sensation is too much, and it sets off my own release. I bury myself deep inside her as I come, filling her completely.

"Fuck, Olivia," I whisper into her ear between ragged breaths. "You're perfect. So fucking perfect."

She clings to me, her breathing gradually slowing down. Our bodies remain entangled as we ride out the waves of our shared ecstasy.

Finally, we collapse together on the bed, our limbs a tangled mess of sated exhaustion. The room is quiet now, save for the sound of our breathing mingling in the aftermath.

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