Page 76 of Café Diablo

She grips my hands tightly and holds me steady.

“I’m going to make love to you, Ned,” she explains, her hips balanced in the air, precariously over my tip. “I’m going to make love to you and I want you to watch me do it. I want you to feel me worship you. Take you. Adore you. And just because you can’t use your hands doesn’t mean you won’t be touching me.” She presses her chest into mine, slithering her body against the slick heat of our hide. “God, you’re already touching me with so much of your perfectness.”

My head fogs and my skin turns to fire.

“And you’ll touch me with the way you look at me.” She pulls back to steady me with her stare. And I can’t look away, because whatever truth I’m trying to avoid, her witness to me is more powerful. I’ve never felt so vulnerable, arms up, woman on top of me who’s stripped me to the core—and she still wants more.

I meet her gaze, not sure how to stand in it. She seems satisfied that I’m fully present and here with her, leaning forward and dragging her lips to my ear.

“Ned,” she whispers, my name starting to feel like a prayer upon her lips. “I’m going to take you inside me,” she whispers into my ear, sucking the lobe between her teeth and making me whimper. “I’m going to take you slowly—inch by inch.”

Suddenly, she pumps her hips, plunging my engorged head—just the tip, that first inch—into her silken depths.

“Oh, fuck!” I curse, dropping my face into her neck, as her hips bob and the soft mouth of her pussy sucks on my cock.

“Mmmmm, Ned!” she moans as she plays wickedly with my tip, swirling and dipping but never taking more than that velvet cap. God, I want to pump into her, so deep, but I don’t, because the mews and sounds escaping her mouth are a wicked language I want to become fluent in.

“Olivia,” I pant. “You’re the devil.”

A demon.

A siren.

A consuming enchantress pulling me under the surf with the pump of her shallow thrusts, begging me to surrender.

“Ned—” She shakes her head against my mouth, crooning as I try to kiss her. “When I take you—”

She plunges deeper, taking a second inch.

“Demon.”

“No, just Olivia,” she teases, her voice breathy as her pussy clenches and bobs.

“I think they mean the same thing.”

“Ned, I need you to understand,” she pulls back to look at me, her body tacky with sweat. Her red nipples are pert and covered in blush, matching the blotchy sex-flush that blooms over her thighs and stomach. She’s a fucking vision strung above my cock. “When I take you fully,” she continues, “you need to understand I’m not just taking your cock. I’m takingyoucompletely, body and heart.”

I look her up and down, unable to do anything but gaze at her naked beauty.

“Olivia, I think you’ve already done that.”

Her eyes lift to mine, soft and surrendering amidst her domination. I don’t know how it’s possible to be both in control and not—to know I command her heat and her surrender even though she’s the one on top. I gaze at her ability to be both power and submission, and I want both of us to be that—out of control, but trusting each other.

I lift my hips and part her.

“Ned!” Her mouth drops open in excited shock.

I push deeper, her eyes fluttering at the small advance I’ve taken, her pussy clamping around my cock like a sprung trap. And I too belong to her in this moment. What I’ve taken she’s also given.

Her body is a part of mine.

My pleasure is hers.

Our need is both of ours to unravel.

Olivia keeps chanting my name as she takes the rest of my cock slowly. She’s so warm and tight that my balls are clenching at her slow descent.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I praise, mesmerized by how her hips roll and undulate as she takes me fully. My cock throbs inside her and without my hands to touch that gorgeous body all I can do is focus more intently on how we do connect—the warmth and clench of her pussy, the roll of her ass on my balls and legs.

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