Before I move another muscle, I gaze into her eyes, the same lust and need I feel reflecting in the chocolatey depths. “Are you sure this is okay, sweetheart?”
Her eyes soften when I ask that question, becoming enormous pools of need. She nods her head and whispers, “Yes.”
Without another word, I slide myself into that tight sheath, and she moans at my entry, throwing her head back in ecstasy. Her nails dig into my shoulders as I begin to move in and out of her, her tight walls nearly making me finish right then and there. I hold back, my pace quickening as her moans and groans get more intense, becoming louder and louder with each one of my thrusts.
“Don’t stop,” she cries, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. Her breasts bobble with each thrust, the pink tips so hard that they must ache. In that moment, I feel her tighten around my member and pulsate as she reaches her release.
“Oh fuck!” she screams. “Randall!”
I’m no better. I erupt into her body in a litany of curse words, my climax so fierce and hard that I’m taken by surprise.
“Shit baby,” I moan. “Fuuuuuuuck.”
I’m surprised that my neighbors don’t call the police on us the second they hear our screams of passion, relief, and pleasure. But the relief of tension is so profound that I can’t help it, my shuddering and groaning unstoppable.
Once we stop panting and the aftershocks of pleasure slow somewhat, she pulls away from me and glances at the time on the microwave. She’s been here for hours already, but it feels like minutes. Her eyes go wide.
“Oh my god, it’s late. I should go,” she murmurs, standing from the stool to retrieve her clothing. I notice with satisfaction that her pussy’s wet, and that my seed’s dripping slightly from the edges.
“No need, sweetheart,” touching her hip and pulling her back to me. “Stay with me tonight. Why not? We had a good time, and we can keep having a good time as many times as you like.”
She hesitates for a moment, her eyes glazed over and misty still from our intimate encounter. The girl is utterly luscious nude, and her creamy skin beckons to me once more. As an added incentive, I reach down and pinch her clit, eliciting a breathy moan and shudder. The need floods back into her eyes, and Olivia bats her lashes at me.
“Okay,” she giggles. “If that’s what the doctor orders.”7OliviaWaking up beside Randall is like a dream.
The early morning sunlight streams in through the openings of the curtains, casting light upon his nude body beside me. My insides melt with thoughts of last night, my center still sore and tingling from the countless number of time we made love on his king size bed. Wrapped in satin sheets, I stare at the doctor’s gorgeous features, his full lips slightly slack as he sleeps beside me.
His dark hair is a mess from my slender fingers running through the strands endlessly, tugging them every time I felt the familiar rush of pleasure run its course through my body. His piercing blue eyes are closed, his eyelids subtly fluttering occasionally while he slumbers. My heart skips a beat when his hand reaches for my hip and pulls me closer to him, pressing me against his hard, muscular body. Is he still asleep? Or does he know he’s doing this?
Randall nuzzles his nose in my neck and places a gentle kiss on the nape, stifling a yawn as he wakes up. He pulls away for a moment and gives me a sheepish grin with sleepy eyes. “Good morning.”
I grin back at him, trying to control my giddy smile as I stare back at him. “Good morning to you.”
His eyes flicker to my bare breasts and his eyes immediately begin to smolder. “Last night was…”
“Amazing,” I finish for him, snuggling closer to his big body and wrapping my arms around his waist. “It was an amazing night.”
“You are amazing, Olivia,” he corrects me. “The last time I had that much fun and genuinely connected with someone was… well, never. I don’t think I’ve ever connected with someone so intimately.”
I bite my lip to try and conceal my ridiculously big smile, but it’s no use. I grin from ear to ear anyway because I’m so glad he feels the same as I do. I don’t know what it is about Randall, but I’m want to stick to him like white on rice. Clearly, I’m in deep trouble even after just one date.
“What are you thinking about, Olivia?” he murmurs while staring deep into my eyes, his cobalt gaze seeing straight into my soul. A faint smile plays on those full lips that were everywhere on my body last night. “Tell me everything that’s going through your head.”
I sigh, my smile still plastered to my face like a giddy schoolgirl. “I’m just thinking that I feel the same as you do. And I think I like you. A lot.”