Page 27 of Operation Wolf: Eli
She looked up at me, and I thought she was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life, her sparkling eyes burning with desire, her pink lips glistening from sucking my cock. And she hadn’t even taken off any of her clothes yet.
“I want to be inside you first.”
Nodding, she leaned back again, but this time, I caught her by the wrists and pulled her up. Taking my time, I bent down, grabbed the hem of her top, and slowly rolled it up, kissing each inch of her smooth, creamy flesh as it was revealed. Her muscles trembled slightly beneath my lips as I kissed my way up her torso and then across her breasts, biting down on one puckered nipple through her bra. I was rewarded with a tiny moan that made me ache for more, and in an impatient move, I pulled her shirt off the rest of the way and carelessly tossed it onto the picnic blanket.
“Woman, you are so gorgeous,” I said, drinking in her exposed upper torso.
Her breasts were larger than I remembered, nearly spilling out of the lacy black bra she wore, but there was nothing fake about the flesh I squeezed through the fabric.
“I could just eat you up.”
“Do it,” she demanded, arching up toward me and offering me her breasts.
I reached down and undid the front clasp, and they sprang free, revealing large pink nipples that made my mouth water.
“Happily,” I said.
Then my mouth was on her left nipple, licking, flicking, and nibbling. Olivia’s moans filled the air as her fingers found my scalp, clutching me to her breast as I teased and tormented her. Her nipples always had been sensitive, I remembered, so responsive to just the slightest touch. I never even needed to touch her between her legs to make her wet. All I needed to do was play with her little pink nubs, and she would be aching and wet and needy.
“Yes,” she hissed as I switched my attention to her other nipple. “Oh yes, Eli, please. More.” She wrapped her legs around my waist, hooking me closer so she could grind her pussy against my cock. “Oh, yeah!”
I smiled against her breast as she shuddered in my arms, an orgasm already upon her. She was the most responsive woman I’d ever made love to in my life, a fact that always delighted me. The number of orgasms the woman could have in a single encounter . . . it blew my mind sometimes.
“Do you like this?” I asked, pushing her jeans down to her ankles. “You like how I make you feel?”
“Yes,” she gasped, pushing her pants off the rest of the way. “Oh God, yes. Always.”
“Does anyone else make you feel the way I do?” I demanded, reaching between her legs and sliding a finger inside her.
“No,” she moaned, writhing beneath me. “No one makes love to me the way you do, Eli.”
She shuddered as I began pressing two fingers against her G-spot, stimulating her.
“Please, Eli, please. I need to come again.”
“Oh yes, Olivia,” I growled, circling her clit with my thumb as I continued pumping my fingers against her hot womanhood. “Come for me.”
Her moans grew louder, and my cock throbbed painfully, wanting so badly to be inside her, but I wanted this more. I wanted her to come apart all over my fingers, and she did with a scream that startled birds into flight from the trees nearby.
“My turn,” I growled when it was over, flipping her onto her stomach.
Obediently, she thrust her ass into the air, and I sank my fingers into the round globes, kneading them and pushing them apart to reveal her glistening wet pussy.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Olivia?”
“Yes,” she panted, pushing her ass more firmly into my hands. “Hard.”
I reached into my pocket, tugging out my wallet with a gold packet inside. Quickly, I pulled out the package, tearing it open and sheathing my cock with the condom.
“Say it,” I demanded, gliding the tip of my cock against her folds.
She was so ready that her juices instantly coated my cock, lubricating it for her.
“Fuck me, Eli,” she begged. “Now.”
“Yes,” I hissed.
Then I groaned as I thrust into her, filling her all the way to the hilt. I gripped her hips as I began pumping into her, the sound of her moans spurring me on. The noises of pleasure and of breathy sighs and whimpers and flesh slapping on flesh filled the air around me, a beautiful symphony that only we made together and one I’d thought I would never hear again.
