Page 75 of The Felicity Theory (The Laws of Love 4)

In front of him, Oliver’s cock jutted, hard and proud and oh, so damn ready for action.

She quirked an eyebrow. “Want to?”

Heck, was she offering—what he thought she was?

“I—god—no!”

“Why not?”

“It—it would feel like using your body.”

“Like I just used yours, you mean?”

“It’s objectifying,” he rasped out, staring mesmerised at her beautiful tits.

“Not if I want you to. And believe me Oliver, Ireallywant you to. I’m offering… are you buying?”

Shit, he was literally salivating here, the end of his cock leaking, and she dipped her head and licked off a drop with a wicked little moan of appreciation. And that did it.

Fuck yeah! He was buying!

“Oh Christ!” he gritted out, his balls tight and drawn as she sandwiched her breasts around his length. And he didn’t need lube because his own juices were more than enough. Hands on her shoulders to steady himself, he tried not dig his fingers into her skin, tried not to be mesmerised by the sight of his engorged cock pillowed in all that beautiful flesh, nor say all the dirty wicked things that sprang to his lips that would just prove he was… a neanderthal.

But when she decided to squeeze her breasts even more firmly around his shaft, and looked up at him out of eyes dark with lust and murmured “You’re magnificent”, he couldn’t halt the upward momentum in his cock any more than he could halt time.

With one final triumphant thrust, head thrown back on a shout, Oliver came with total and utter abandonment all over Felicity’s amazing breasts.

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When she’d cleanedthem both up with a wad of tissues from the box by the bed, Felicity snuggled her head into his chest. She felt the rise of his ribcage as he inhaled, as though he was going to say something. And she knew words would spoil the bliss state they were in.

When he cleared his throat, she put her finger to his lips. “No!”

He inhaled again. She pressed her fingertip harder against his mouth.

“Don’t say a word,” she whispered fiercely. “Don’t even think.”

A laugh rumbled from low in his chest. “You’ve rendered me pretty much incapable of both.”

“Good. Because, for tonight, the world only exists inside the parameters of the Shaggin’ Wagon. There is no existence outside of here, no thought, no regrets, no ‘what will we say to each other in the morning?’ Got it?”

“Got it.”

And with that, she relaxed. His arm was still around her shoulders, her head resting on his glorious chest, her fingers playing lightly over his pecs, and there was no awkwardness at all, despite the fact he’d helped her to mop up a river of semen just now. Her fingers travelled to her hair, which was a little stiff in places. Hmm, seems it had gone a bit higher than her breasts.

At which she let out a delighted little gurgle and murmured, “I hope your brain cells are suitably blown.” Adding cheekily, “And other things.”

“All completely blown.”

At which she smirked and inhaled his lovely sex-drenched smell.

To her surprise, a moment later he tipped her off his shoulder, shifting onto one elbow to look at her as she lay back on the pillow, her hair splayed around her shoulders.

“Though I did have one thought while we were… I was… erm…” he bit his lip, endearing, almost shy. “I thought maybe you were a wild sprite about to carry me off into the never-never.”

“A sea siren disguised as a squirrel.”

“More like a sex-crazed Gumnut baby.” He trailed a finger across her brow and tucked a strand of hair round her ear. “When I first saw you at the airport you made me think of an elf.”

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