Page 40 of Squatch Out!
“Now, lie back, baby.”
I do.
He stands at the edge of his bed and watches me for a moment as he slowly strokes his hand up and down his straining cock. Biting my lip, I tuck one arm behind my head so I can watch him better.
Finally, he reaches for the front of my pants. “Lift your hips. That’s my good girl.” His rumbled praise sends a rush of heat straight between my legs.
In a single pull, he removes my pants and panties. Then he lifts one of my feet and begins kneading his thumbs into the arch before working up to my toes. When I moan, he smiles and brings my foot to his lips, where he kisses my toes, then the ticklish arch before moving up to my ankle. He runs his hands up my calf, followed by more kisses. He bends my knee and places a kiss there too, then gives me a devilish grin as he slides his hands higher.
Spreading my legs, he leaves kisses all the way up the inside of my thigh. By the time he makes it to my pussy, I’m practically shaking with need. To the point that when the first puff of his warm breath hits my center, I’m surprised I don’t come right then. My body clenches tight as he softly strokes his knuckles over the top of my seam before dipping a thick finger inside of me.
“Mmm, so tight and wet for me,” he groans, then he bends down to circle his tongue around my aching clit. When he gently draws the tight nub between his lips and sucks, my back arches off the mattress.
He watches me raptly as I scream his name and beg for more as I come apart beneath him. When I come back to myself, hehas one hand braced beside me while his cock pulses in his other hand, dripping hot drops of pre-cum onto my stomach.
Pushing myself up onto my elbows, I lift my head to kiss him, but instead his lips drop to my breasts, and he peppers light kisses across the soft swells. My fingers sink into his hair when he draws an aching nipple into his warm mouth. Then he moves to the other nipple, sucking and teasing as he slides his knee between my legs, opening me up for him.
“Sean,” I moan. “Please.” I’m ready for him again. Needing him to fill me up.
He lets go of my nipple and drags his lips up my chest, to my throat, and then my mouth, where he captures my lips in a searing kiss. Sliding his tongue deep inside to taste and stroke, until I’m overwhelmed with his smokey taste.
He’s still kissing me when he shifts himself between my thighs so he can notch his cock at my entrance.
“Yes, right there,” I breathe against his mouth. “Please, I need you so bad.”
He groans, and his hips press forward, sliding through my drenched folds. He rocks back and forth like this, teasing me until I’m mindless with need. Until finally, he presses his head against my tight entrance.
“Right there,” I moan as he pushes deep, stretching me with inch after delicious inch until we’re locked together and panting.
“Olivia,” my name is a harsh whisper against the side of my neck, “I’m so fucking close. I don’t know if I can?—”
“Sean.Please, shut up and fuck me.”
He lets out a dry chuckle. “As you wish.” He pulls back and then slams forward. A sob rips through my throat as he hits a bundle of nerves deep inside that has me seeing stars.
“More,” I beg.
He pulls back and then slams deep again. And again.And again.
My arms and legs are wrapped around him as I meet each thrust with my own. Breathing his name like a chant. Begging him for more, more,more. And thenyes, harder!Telling him how good he feels.Please. Just like that. I’m going to come…
My vision swims just before my body explodes into a million bright embers.
Sean’s head falls back, and he shouts my name when he comes, filling me until I’m overflowing before he collapses on top of me. Our hearts are pounding to the same rhythm, and we're breathing each other's air as I wrap my arms around him.
He’s solid and heavy on top of me, and, at least in that moment, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so content. My eyes grow heavy, and I’m helpless as sleep drags us both into oblivion.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
SEAN
Isleep hard and deep with Olivia wrapped tightly in my arms, until the persistent chime of my sat phone wakes me sometime after noon. It’s Owen.
“I’m letting you know that I’m heading to your place, since you stole my truck again. So, this is your warning to shower or do whatever you need to before I get there.”
I grunt my reply.
“Also, we have a meeting with Clive later this afternoon.”
