Page 142 of Finding Olivia (Trace + Olivia 1)

He hovered above me, and his mouth descended on mine. At the same time his fingers came into contact with my aching core.

I cried out, and he used that to his advantage, snaking his tongue inside my mouth. His finger and tongue pumped in and out of me in sync. My breathing accelerated as my body built towards my orgasm, but when he sensed that I was about to go over the edge, he backed off, slowing the speed. I mewled in protest and he chuckled.

The speed of his finger increased and his tongue plunged into my mouth at the same speed. Faster, faster, faster.

I was so close but he was slowing down again.

He kept the pace slower this time and after a few minutes, my orgasm was in sight, but then he stopped all together.

“Trace!” I cried out. “Please!”

“This is called, teasing, baby,” he chuckled warmly.

My eyes were closed but they fluttered open to glare at him. “This is torture.”

“I don’t think people enjoy torture, and baby, I know you’re enjoying this,” he winked and ducked his head under water.

I thought he was swimming away, but instead his hands clamped down on my thighs, holding me in place, as his mouth closed around my clit…under water.

What was he? A freakin’ merman?

He came up for air and went right back down.

Something about the water swishing around me, mixed with his tongue sliding up and down my folds, had me reaching an orgasm quicker than usual.

He came up for air again and I lost that peak.

At this point, I was on the verge of tears. I wanted my orgasm, dammit!

Trace shook the water from his hair. “No more teasing, I promise. But you’re not coming until I’m buried inside you, and can hear you scream my name.”

I whimpered at his words.

He picked me up and my legs automatically wrapped around his waist.

He leaned his back against the side of the pool, and reached between us, guiding his cock inside me.

We both moaned at the same time as he slid in all the way.

He cupped my butt, and held me there, neither of us moving.

“God, I was right, this is perfection,” he growled.

I’d agree but I couldn’t open my mouth to find the words to voice it.

“I have to move, baby,” he warned before he slid out a little, and back in, the water causing more friction than usual.

I clung to his shoulders and rested my head on his chest.

Our labored breaths filled the cavernous room and my hips rolled against his thrusts.

I was finally near my orgasm, one he wasn’t going to steal from me, when I leaned back and opened my eyes.

Over Trace’s shoulder, and through the glass on the door, my eyes connected with a deep pair of blue ones. They were narrowed in anger as they watched us shrewdly. I was too far-gone in a pleasure-induced coma to care, but I knew I would be pissed later that Aubrey was watching us. Couldn’t the bitch go away?

I tore my gaze from hers, and kissed Trace, cupping his cheeks in my hands. His tongue flicked against mine and I gasped in pleasure as he nudged a sensitive spot inside me.

“Trace!” I screamed out his name and my hands dropped from his cheeks to his shoulders. My orgasm tore through me and my whole body shook. He kept a firm grip on my hips as I shook. When he was sure that I was able to stand, he set me down on my feet, and slipped out of me.

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