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As my son walked toward the house, my mind raced. I couldn’t remember him so happy and easy. I waved and said, “Me three. I’ve never seen Bradley so charming.”
She curled toward me. “He takes after his father.”
“Finally, a compliment,” I said and reached for the strap of her bathing suit. Touching was easier than talking.
I lowered one down, and her body pinkened as she asked, “Were you needing one?”
I tugged out one of her nipples, which still seemed to have some dark spots from my suckling earlier. “I do have some lingering questions about you, but generally I think we have a good thing going on.”
I lifted her onto the table and stayed in my chair so that I could feast on her.
She didn’t argue but instead curled her hands around my head and asked, “Can I answer anything for you?”
“No.” I took the strap off her other shoulder so I could see all of her. “I’ll figure you out on my own, but before we head in to read… I need to decide which of these is my favorite.”
She chuckled. “You want to pick your favorite breast?”
“Yes.” I traced both of her nipples, one at a time, and said, “They are both sweet to suckle, perk up fast…”
I sucked one of them in, and she moaned. I let it go and did the same for the other. She held me tighter.
Olivia’s responsiveness was a bonus. If there was such a thing as love, she was seriously the kind of woman a man dreamed about, so maybe we had it all.
Chapter Twelve
Olivia
With my button a table next to the pool and Johnny in the seat between my thighs as the moon grew in the sky, I was hot and aching. Johnny’s lips sucking my nipple while he flicked the other one made me sensitive.
With expert skill, he slipped my bathing suit off and traced my legs to my inner thighs. Wherever he touched, he left a trail of goose bumps.
My nipples were erect, and my lady parts were slippery in anticipation. He kissed me, and heat rushed through every cell of my body. I was practically naked, stretched out for him like I was the dessert.
Blazingwas too tame a word for how I felt. He flicked my breasts, and my nipples bounced. I was half crazed and ready for us to be one. Need rushed through me fast, and desire coursed through my veins. I had no clothing barrier as he stroked my lady bits.
Then he opened my thighs and nibbled at the opening of my core. I rocked as his tongue found my button and he licked and teased me.
My insides swelled, and I hoped he would take me fast. I could hardly breathe.
The fire inside me grew, and my hips swiveled as his attentions grew faster. My clit was roaring with hunger, and little spasms of pleasure erupted from my hands to my feet.
His tongue stopped, and I reached out and helped his dick out of that bathing suit of his.
His wood grew as I freed him, then he took it in hand and pushed in.
My eyes could hardly stay open as my muscles spasmed.Fuck.
I held him as he thrust deep. A storm cloud started to cover my eyes. As his hands pressed against my ass, he hammered into my vagina. I was his.
He continued to pound fast and furiously. I was sure my hair was a tangled mess. A hurricane swirled inside me. I arched backward to enjoy the climax.
He continued to ride me, and I moaned. I couldn’t stop myself. He slid so deep. We were one. As he fucked me, he took my hand.
I was near oblivion and a bundle of nerves as he continued to ram into me. My muscles spasmed. I could have sworn I saw stars.
Then his lips suckled my breasts again as he continued to invade my body. I bounced, caught in a whirlwind of desire. He lunged in and out of me, impaling all of me. I was lost.
What held me in my body was the tenderness of holding hands. There was a spark there, too, and it jolted straight to my soul.
