Page 9 of Lucien & Olivia

I run my tongue over the entrance of her pussy and all the way up to her clit. Fuck, she tastes like sweet champagne. And a little bit of cherry flavored lube.

She moans and reaches up to grip the pillows. Her silky legs are wrapped around my body, her heels rested on my lower back. This is my favorite place in the entire world. I’ve spent so much time between her thighs and I’d spend the rest of my life here.

She’s already soaked and right on the edge again. I slide two fingers into her hot, tight pussy and her thighs tense. Her body writhes and she whimpers softly, biting her red lower lip. I keep my eyes on her face, watching her lashes flutter and shut. She closes her eyes right as she starts building.

I lower my mouth and lick her clit, keeping my tongue soft. She tries to keep her legs spread the way she promised, but I feel her struggle, I see the tremor down her thighs from the corner of my eye. I pick up the pace inside her, stroking her G-spot just the way she likes. Years of fucking each other has taught me all the little spots and places on her body that drive her wild.

“Fuck, Lucien,” she breathes.

Her hand shoots down and she grips my hair, holding me in place. I was hoping to hold back, to have another drink with her, but I’m going to need to fuck her after she comes.

I’m so hard…fuck, she gets me so hard it hurts.

“I’m…” she whispers, but she can’t finish her sentence.

Her pleasure makes her back arc, but I keep her pinned down against the bed with my hand on her lower belly. She twists and I know she’s coming slow and thoroughly this time. I can feel the lazy pulses of her pussy around my fingers as she moans, her red nails tangled in the pillowcase.

She’s still going when I slip my fingers from her and lift her, bending to lick all the wetness from her pussy. She shudders and from her lips comes the sweetest, little gasp.

“You make me feel so good,” she moans.

My cock throbs and I get on my knees, pulling my zipper down the rest of the way. I push my pants down and take my cock out, spitting into my palm and wrapping my fist around my length. Her eyes fall and she bites her lower lip.

“Do you need fucked, baby?” I ask, jerking myself lazily. Letting her watch.

Her toes curl in her pretty, open heels. Her hips rise, begging me silently. She’s wet, so ready. I sink down over her and reach between us, gripping the base of my cock. Her pupils blow as I drag it over her entrance. Dipping the head in just a little bite to tease her.

Then she cries out as I thrust to the hilt. Filling her so fast I know she feels the pain and pleasure ripple through her body.

“Good girl,” I breathe.

CHAPTER SIX

Olivia

We lay in the bed, clothes rumpled and bodies sticky from sex. He traces my neck with his fingertip, watching me like there’s nothing else in the room. I snuggle in closer and bend to kiss his chest right below his collarbones. On the worn skull tattoo between his pecs.

“Would you like your gift?” I whisper.

He rolls onto his back, propping himself against the headboard. He has a ghost of a smile on his face, it never reaches his mouth, but I can tell when it’s there. I’ve gotten good at reading his microexpressions.

“Alright, what do you have for me?”

I scramble down, pulling my panties up and my skirt down. His cum slips from me and I feel it soak my panties, but I’m too distracted to care. He outdid my gift, but I’m still pleased with mine. I always struggle deciding what to buy for him.

What do you buy for the man who has it all? He’s not motivated by material things unless he’s buying them for me or the boys. He likes experiences, mainly the experience of being in bed together, but it seemed silly to just fuck him as a gift.

As if I don’t fuck him every other day of the year.

Any time he wants.

I return to the bed with the little box wrapped in deep blue paper and tied with silver ribbon. He gives me that look, the one that means he finds me amusing, that he loves me. It’s hard to discern that expression past all the hard coldness in his face, but I see it deep in those icy eyes.

“I know you’re not gone as much as you used to be,” I say. “But here…so you won’t forget me when you are.”

He shakes his head once.

“You’re the only thing on my mind when I’m not with you,” he says.

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