Page 61 of Finally Home

Finally, he spins me to face him. Breath whooshes from my lungs when I see him looking up at me, water droplets gathering on the strands of hair that have fallen in his face. I brush the pieces back, and he leans into my touch.

His eyes dip down to my pussy, which is right at eye level. Slowly dragging his tongue over his bottom lip, he stares at melike I’m his last meal. I swallow thickly as he leans forward. The tip of his tongue drags ever so slowly through my slit. He laps at me and hums in approval but eventually grunts. It’s as if he can’t get more of me. Quickly, he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder to give him better access.

Ollie ups the pace, licking and sucking and biting. I link my fingers in his hair, using it as leverage as I grind my pussy against his tongue.

“That’s it, baby. Take what you want. Make yourself come on my tongue.”

The noises that leave his mouth vibrate against my skin. They make it sound like he’s loving this just as much as I am. This man loves giving me pleasure.

“Oh fuck.” I slam my palm against the tile as an orgasm hits me, stealing the breath from my body. It’s intense, it’s explosive, it’s everything.

Ollie drops my legs down and, as he rises to his feet, drags his tongue over his lips, tasting my release.

“You are so sexy when you go after what you want.” He seals his lips to mine. He chases my lips as I pull back.

“It’s now my turn,” I tease.

I reach for the shampoo bottle and take a long inhale, searing the scent into my mind. I massage the shampoo in his hair.

There is definitely a crazy amount of sexual tension floating between us, but this moment is so much more. It’s intimate and sensual.

After I rinse the shampoo from his hair, he shakes his head like a dog, and water sprinkles all over my face and the shower wall.

“You’re crazy.”

“You make me crazy,” he taunts.

“Will you hand me the bodywash?”

He nods. Ollie steals my breath the way he stares at me while I lather up the scrubby.

“You need to hurry, otherwise I’m going to need to take you right here.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure I see the problem here, Mr. Mosby.” I drag the loofah over his chest, just as slowly as he had.

Neither of us loses eye contact as I drop to my knees, careful not to slip. He hisses out a breath when I wrap my palm around his shaft.

“Oh fuck,” he pants as I stroke him back and forth. My thumb brushes over the tip of his cock before I repeat the same action with my tongue. His body jolts, and I smile as I wrap my lips around his cock.

Ollie tangles his fingers in my hair as he pushes my head further onto his cock. I use my mouth and hand in tandem.

“Hollie.” His voice strains, and I tighten my lips around his cock, trying to bring him the pleasure he brought me just moments ago, but as I go to dive back down on his cock, I’m pulled off with a pop and brought to my feet.

My feet don’t stay on the ground for long, though. Quickly, I’m back in the air with my legs wrapped around his waist. Ollie moves us so that my back is against the shower wall. The cold tile forces a hiss from my lips as my back arches, only bringing us closer.

“Need to be inside you now.”

I nod, feelings just as desperate as Ollie is.

“Shit, I don’t have any—”

“It’s okay. I need you, too. Please.”

Ollie grips his shafts and lines his cock up to my entrance.

“Please,” I beg as he sinks inside me in one powerful thrust.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit,” he breathes. “I’m not going to last long because you feel too good surrounding me with your tight, wet heat. I’m going to need you to hold on tight, baby.”

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