Page 8 of Sinful Eve

His dirty words, the rough caress of his fingers, and the way his dick swells inside me, send me over the edge. My pussy spasms around his cock, and he swells inside me. He thrusts a few more times before roaring out his release. He drops on top of me, the weight of his body pressing me into the mattress. I don’t know where he ends, and I begin. It’s being lost and found at the same time. Amazing.

I whimper when Carlo finally moves, slipping from my body. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get cleaned up.” He says turning me over.

I follow him into his luxurious bathroom. The bathroom is a dream with a deep tub and a glassed-in shower with multiple shower heads. I barely have the energy to keep my eyes open or to walk. But Carlo doesn’t mind as he leads me inside the shower. He washes me, massaging my scalp as he shampoos my hair. I hum with pleasure as he works conditioner through my thick strands. My hair is going to be a hot mess in the morning but I don’t care. That’s how fucking good it feels.

I return the favor, running my soapy hands over his muscular body. I massage his shoulders, kneading out the knots. He groans and leans into my touch. I follow the dark vee of hair on his chest until it ends in an arrowhead pointing to his dick. I look up for permission and lick my lips when he gives a quick nod.

Sliding to my knees, I take his dick in my hand. His soft length is already starting to harden again. I run my hands up and down his length before circling the base. I look up again before nibbling on his mushroom tip, chaining his eyes to drive him insane. He strokes his hand through my hair.

“Olivia, suck me.”

He doesn’t have to ask twice. Not when I want it as much as he does. I open my mouth and swallow him. I’ve never taken a man this deep into my mouth. His hand tightens in my hair, and I look up at him. His eyes are dark with arousal. I hollow my cheeks, devouring him.

“Damn, girl. Just like that.” He encourages, his hips thrusting into my mouth.

I squeeze him at the base and pump him up and down as I suck. His dick grows even longer and thicker in my mouth. His fingers tighten in my hair. “Olivia, I’m coming,” he warns.

I want it. Want every drop of this gorgeous man; I swallow as he erupts. His body jerks as he comes.

I stand, and he helps me to my feet. I kiss him and say, “Merry Christmas.”

“He sighs. Best gift ever.”

“Now, you’re just being nice,” I say as he turns off the shower and towels me dry.

“I’m never nice,” he protests with a growl.

He carries me back to bed, belying his words. I start to protest, but he shakes his head. “I want you in my arms tonight.”

Carlo lays me on the bed and slides in behind me--pulling me back against his chest. We fall asleep like that, his arms wrapped around me. I wake up to him sliding inside me again. “Good morning, Olivia. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas to you too.”

We spend the rest of Christmas morning in bed. Before we finally make our way to the kitchen. I’m not sure what time it is, but I don’t care. I am in his arms, and we are having a merry Christmas morning.

Carlo

“Uh, uh. Where do you think you’re going?” I snake my arms around her. Pulling Olivia back into the nook she’d created in my arms. Was she really trying to sneak out of bed? What the fuck was that?

“I have to go home.” She sweeps her eyes to the sun, waking up the Chicago skyline with strokes of gold.

“Why?” I could have made the question fancier and beat around a polite bush, but I am not that guy. I need the answer to one question. Her forehead wrinkles so I cut even deeper to the chase. “Is someone waiting for you?”

“No, it’s nothing like that.” When I exhale, she narrows her eyes at my relief. “Seriously. Do you really believe I would have spent the night with you if I had someone waiting for me at home? Waiting on Christmas?”

“Maybe not. But people do things for strange reasons. So, why are you trying to leave before breakfast? And don’t tell me it’s because you have somewhere to be.”

Olivia sighs. “I don’t. And I have no plans today.” She cuts her eyes away again. “I just thought you might.”

“I do. Made them the moment we met. They involve getting to know you.”

She nibbles on her bottom lip. “Look, you don’t have to do all of this.”

I take her chin and angle it up until her eyes meet mine. “Do all of what?”

Her eyes drop again. “We both know that this was just a one-night stand. I didn’t expect it to go this far, but we had a good time.”

“And?”

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