Page 127 of Love on the Byline

“I love how you say my name,” he murmured against hercenter.

She whimpered again as his tongue slid over her.

“What do you like?” he asked, looking up at her.

Shrugging, she answered, “Everything, if you’re the onedoing it.”

His nostrils flared and he pressed a kiss to the inside ofeach knee.

Nothing had ever felt so good as his hands against her skinor his lips moving along the sensitive backs of her knees.

He helped her roll onto her side, layering kisses along herlower back and covering every inch of skin he had access to as he moved infront of her and helped position her leg over his shoulder. His fingers brushedthrough her crease before sliding around to curve over the swell of her ass.

He rested his head on her other thigh. All Blake could seewhen she looked down was the top of his head. All she could do when he finallyput his mouth on her was slide her fingers into his hair and hold on for dearlife.

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Ollie needed to keep his head about him. Blake tasted likeevery fantasy he’d ever had rolled into one delicious, spicy cocktail and hewas drunk on her already.

He suckled gently at her clit, delighting in every whimperand moan she made and craving the pinch of pain from her fingers tightening inhis hair.

“Ride my tongue,” he said, gratified when the muscles of herthigh tightened in his grip.

He was painfully hard. He wanted to roll her to her back andsink into her, but he was determined to hold out until she broke apart in hismouth.

He lapped at her with the flat of his tongue and pressed histhumb into her sex. Her body writhed and her soft cries filled the room.Slowly, with singular purpose, he circled her clit while slowly shifting his fingersto penetrate her.

Ollie’s own release simmered not far beneath the surface,but he ignored his pulsing need, wanting to prolong this for as long aspossible.

Her hips ground against his mouth, searching for what sheneeded, and he wanted to give it to her. Blake deserved only pleasure. Shemoved against him in undulating waves that made him groan.

He could feel her pleasure mounting as he locked one armaround her thigh.

“Ollie, I’m...I...” She began to tremble.

He lapped at her damp skin, urging her to let go. And thenhe felt it begin. He slid two fingers deep inside and sucked hard on herswollen clit as she spilled over, gasping his name.

She grabbed fists full of his hair as she cried out.

Slipping his fingers free of her, he brought her down slowly,kissing every delectable inch of skin between her thighs. He traced the delicateseam with his tongue and sucked gently at the swollen lips of her pussy,pleased at the hitch in Blake’s breathing as she rode out the aftershocks.

Rolling her on her back, he lifted his head to look at her.She was gloriously splayed out over the bed, spent and smiling.

She stared up at him with wide eyes. “I think you broke me.”

“I hope not, I need you.” He rose up to lie beside her, onehand splayed across her belly because he couldn’t not touch her. “Thatwas so goddamned sexy,” he confessed, suddenly aware of his cock pressing intoher hip.

He could come like that, and it shocked him to realize it.

Blake glanced down at his erection and then back up to meethis eyes as she wrapped her hand around him and squeezed.

When she lifted her other hand, it held the condom.

“Put it on me,” he commanded softly.

Without hesitating, she pushed him onto his back. Gone washer languid, post-orgasmic haze. Her expression was one of determination andmischief. Before Ollie could blink, she had ripped the packet open and sheathedhis cock. Her thighs shook as she lifted herself up and then down over hiserection. The movement sent waves of pleasure rushing through his body untilall he could focus on was how good it felt to finally be inside her.

She started to ride him in earnest with slow rockingmovements, working herself against him in a way that could only go untended forso long before something had to give.

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