Page 43 of Wild Nights

I hurried to comply, excited to watch him eat whipped cream off my naked body. I wanted something different in my life, and Oliver was certainly giving me that. It was too bad this couldn't last.

Oliver slowly unbuttoned his shirt while he watched me undress. Then he grabbed the whipped cream. "On the bed."

I climbed onto the bed, laying down to watch him shake the canister, his gaze perusing my body. Instinctively, I spread my legs for him.

He made a sound in the back of his throat. "Gorgeous."

I'd never get tired of hearing him say that. I loved that he thought I was beautiful. That he couldn't resist touching me, kissing me. I reached for him. "Oliver."

He placed one knee on the bed and held up his hand. "Let me take my time."

I bit my lip and nodded. He was driving me crazy, but I knew I'd enjoy every second of it. He shook the canister one more time, then placed a dollop of cream on each nipple.

I sucked in a breath at the cool sensation.

"I think this is the best idea I've had yet."

I loved that we could be so hot for each other but laugh at the same time. I wasn't sure what that meant. Because I'd never been with anyone where I had this dynamic. I trusted him to take care of me, our chemistry was palpable, but at the same time, we could relax and make a joke in the heat of the moment.

He was the perfect man. I widened my legs farther as his gaze moved lower. He poured more on my belly button, then my clit.

"I think we need more here, don't you?" Oliver raised his heated gaze from my pussy to my face.

"Oliver, please." My voice sounded breathless. I wanted his mouth on mine. I couldn't wait. I grabbed the canister, throwing it on the bed next to us and then pulled him down. "I need your mouth."

"Mmm. I aim to please."

I grabbed the hair on the back of his head and held him to me as he licked and sucked one nipple, then the other. I was so hot; my entire body was flush with desire.

Then he slowly licked and kissed his way to the dollop on my belly button, and then finally, he settled between my legs. "Your pussy is delicious without the whipped cream, but I couldn't resist. The hot mixed with the cold. Irresistible."

"Oliver," I pleaded, hoping he'd take mercy on me.

Then he devoured the whipped cream on my pussy. Eventually, he was all I could feel: his mouth, his lips, his tongue. I shamelessly rode his face, needing more. He slid his fingers inside me, and I went over the edge, trembling and shaking as he eased me through it.

He moved up my body, kissing my lips. I tasted my sweetness combined with the cream. I'd never tasted anything better. "I need you?—"

"I know what you need." He reached for a condom hemust have grabbed earlier with the canister and rolled it down his shaft. I'd never seen anything hotter than his muscles taut, his expression tight. He was barely holding back, and I loved that I affected him like this.

He eased his dick inside me, and I moaned. I couldn't help it. I felt bereft when he wasn't inside me. I needed more. I needed him filling me up. I savored the desire and emotion swirling in his eyes. This wasn't just a physical thing for him.

Oliver was a serious man, someone who took his responsibilities to heart. He didn't enter this situation with me lightly. I meant something to him, and I held that close to my heart.

When he was seated to the hilt, he paused, kissing my lips softly. "You okay?"

"Mmm. So good." Then I tilted my hips, urging him to move.

"You're a vixen; you know that?"

I laughed softly, my hands running over the flexed muscles in his back. "You love it."

With a growl, he pulled back and slid inside me in a delicious rhythm that had me forgetting about everything: what awaited us outside of this room, our responsibilities, our families.

I needed this man inside me. I couldn't think beyond that. Then he was hitting a spot inside me that had my walls clenching around him. I felt desperate with need.

"I got you." Oliver pressed on my clit, and I careened into a world of pleasure I only experienced with him. The waves of bliss washed over me as he thrust harder. When he pressed deep, he dropped his forehead to mine. His entire body shuddered. I waited for the racks of pleasure to dissipate. When he finally relaxed, he murmured, "That was intense."

I ran my hands up his back. "So good."

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