"Damn, it's even hotter when you say my name right after saying you trust me." He skimmed his hands up my sides, then back down to my hips. He shifted them behind me, cupping my ass. "I trust you too. All the way. I've got an idea for something I've never tried before, but I had a feeling you'd go for it."
"Anything you want to do, I want to do too." I rocked my hips forward, grazing his erection. "Youare the sex god, Oliver. Val Silva has nothing on you."
"I love that you mean that."
He kissed me, slowly, decadently, groaning his pleasure while I moaned into his mouth. Our tongues coiled around each other, slick and hot and hungry, while I hooked my leg around his and he skated his hands up and down my back. The sensation of his fingers dancing over my skin heightened my arousal until my flesh felt electrified, sensitized to his touch. And God, he tasted so good, like magical things I couldn't describe, things that made me want him even more. Maybe he had cast a spell over me so I would bend to his will, or maybe I just loved being with him. I'd do anything he wanted, because I craved the same things he did.
I craved him, period.
Ollie kissed his way down my neck, his tongue teasing my skin, while he traced his hands over my shoulders and along my arms. His lips traveled down my chest, between my breasts, until he reached my nipples, where he paused to lick and nip and suckle them, cranking my lust up a few more notches with every swipe of his tongue. I moaned and thrust my hips, but I couldn't reach his amazing dick, the part of him I hungered for most of all. God, I remembered how fantastic it felt to have him pushing inside me, filling me up, touching parts of me I'd never known existed until he found them.
He bent his knees as he kissed and licked a path down my tummy, inching closer and closer to where my body ached and throbbed for him, to where I was already drenched and ready for anything he might do to me.
"Oliver," I whispered, reaching down to tunnel my fingers into his hair.
Millimeters from my mound, he stopped and looked up at me. "Uh-uh-uh. Keep those hands on the branch."
I grasped it with both hands again.
And now I was completely on fire for him. If he didn't make me come soon, I'd lose my mind.
Before I could voice my need, he seemed to recognize it. He dropped to his knees and laid a hand on my inner thigh, pushing gently, urging me to spread my legs.
"Yes, Oliver, please."
He shoved his head between my thighs, latching onto my clitoris.
The first tug of his teeth on my flesh made me buck my hips and cry out. It felt incredible, so fantastic beyond words, and he'd barely touched me. When he began to swirl his tongue around my taut nub, I gripped the branch even harder and threw my head back. He pushed his hand between my folds, rubbing in an irregular rhythm, driving me so wild that I thrashed and cried out again.
Just when I thought I couldn't get more turned on, he thrust a finger inside me, then another, and another. He fucked me with his fingers while tormenting my nub, his own breathing ragged and labored, just like mine.
"Ollie! Yes, please, yes, yes, yes!"
He nipped my clit, and I erupted.
My scream reverberated through the forest.
But Ollie didn't stop until he'd teased every last spasm of pleasure out of me, until my arms quivered from the strain of holding me up and he'd robbed me of breath.
He rose in front of me, his expression the embodiment of sheer, unbridled lust. His voice sounded deeper and rougher when he said, "Breathe, Mara. Can't have you passing out before we get to the best part."
I did what he said, taking slow breaths until my heart stopped pounding like a jackhammer. I let go of the branch and stumbled a little, still weak from the power of what he'd done to me.
Ollie slung an arm around my waist and hugged me to him. "Let me know when you're ready for more. I can't wait to be inside you again."
"I want that too, and I'm okay now." I walked my fingers up his chest. "But I'd like to give you something special first."
"Just being with you is special enough for me."
"You're so sweet, Ollie. But I've been fantasizing about this all week." I wriggled free of his embrace and knelt in front of him. His cock curved up in front of me, making my mouth water. "I want this."
"Oh... uh... You don't have to..."
He blushed.
I couldn't help grinning and laughing. His embarrassment was the cutest thing I'd ever seen, and it made me want to do this even more.
"Relax, Ollie," I said, "I've done this before. My husband thought my enthusiasm for sex was unseemly, but he loved it when I gave him a blow job. Apparently, it wasn't unseemly to enjoy doing that for him. But I'll love doing this for you so much more."