He combed his fingers through my hair, gazing down at me with a tender smile curving his lips. "You're the sexiest woman in the world, Mara. I'd love for you to do that."
"Maybe you should hold on to the branch. I plan to make you come so hard your knees will buckle."
"Damn, that sounds incredible."
He moved to stand directly under the branch, clasping it with both hands.
I knelt in front of him and took his erection in my hand, closing my fingers around its girth, loving the heat and firmness of him. A drop of moisture formed on the head of his cock. I licked it away, making him shudder and suck in a breath.
"Are you ready, Oliver?"
"Fuck yes."
I pumped his length in a leisurely rhythm while I began to massage his inner thigh with my other hand, easing it upward inch by inch, moving closer and closer to his groin. His head fell back, the look on his face the epitome of pleasure. He groaned softly when I cupped his sac and gasped when I fondled the skin behind it.
"Mara," he said through gritted teeth. "You're so---uh. So hot."
"Can't wait to taste you." I rasped my tongue over the crown of his cock, flicking it out to taste the slit. His breathing turned rough and labored, and I grew even slicker than he'd made me when he put his mouth on me. "Oh Oliver, I'm going to eat you up."
Knowing he loved giving me oral sex as much as he loved receiving it from me made this even hotter, even more perfect. I took him in my mouth, sliding his length in as far as I could before I pulled away.
"Fuck, Mara, you better hurry." His face had become pinched even while it took on a look of sheer ecstasy. "I don't think I'll last long, not with you doing this to me."
"Look at me, Oliver. I want you to watch me feast on you and swallow everything you give me."
Chest heaving, he bowed his head to watch me. His gaze drilled into mine, and he licked his lips. "I definitely won't last long if I'm looking at you."
"Doesn't matter how long it takes, as long as your eyes roll back in your head."
I swallowed him, drawing his cock deep inside my mouth while I massaged his sac. He tasted so good, though I couldn't describe the flavor of his skin. No words on earth seemed right, but giving him this gift seemed like the most right thing I'd ever done with a man. Nico might've loved blow jobs, but only because of the pleasure it gave him. He'd always kept his eyes closed, focused solely on how what I did affected him. He never said anything until after he'd come, then he would tell me, "I really needed that."
Ollie called me sexy and wanted to watch me do this to him. I had no doubts that afterward he would compliment me in the sweetest way. He was that kind of man.
His breathing grew even heavier, and his lids drifted half shut, but he kept looking at me. Our gazes were tied to each other with an invisible thread, a link between us that I'd felt since the moment I'd met him.
I worked his cock with my mouth, my lips covering my teeth, while I stroked the skin behind his balls. He groaned and grunted and murmured my name, his voice rough and almost hoarse. I dragged my tongue over the tip of his erection, and he hissed in a breath. His entire face scrunched up with blissful agony when I began to slide my mouth up and down his length, sucking and laving him with my tongue even as I grasped the base of his cock and pumped there too.
"Shit, Mara," he growled. "God, I'm about to---"
With a shout, he came. His whole body jerked. The salty flavor of him filled my mouth, making me hum with pleasure. I kept going until he was done, completely done, and so spent he dangled from the tree branch with his head limp, his chin almost touching his chest. The most adorable look of dazed rapture came over his face.
He managed a lopsided smile. "You rock the blow jobs, Mara. Any guy who couldn't see what a hot, amazing woman you are is a total idiot and a complete dick. I've never been with a sexier, more exciting woman in my life."
I couldn't help smiling. "Anytime you want this again, let me know. I loved doing that to you, and watching your face while you came. It got me so turned on."
He peeled his hands away from the branch to kneel in front of me. Gliding his hands up and down my arms, he leaned in to kiss me.
I expected a lips-only kiss. I mean, what man wanted to taste himself in my mouth? But Ollie didn't care. He sealed his mouth to mine and thrust his tongue deep, letting out a groan of pure carnal delight. We kissed with languor, like we had all day to sit here on our knees, in the woods, enjoying each other's mouths until the sun set and the moon rose, and then we could make love by moonlight.
We didn't get the chance. A phone rang.
Ollie kept kissing me, wrapping his arms around me and crushing my breasts to his chest, crushing my entire body to him.
The phone rang again, and I pushed his face away with my palms on his cheeks. "Is that your phone or mine?"
"Don't know. Don't care."
He claimed my mouth again, devouring me so deeply and hotly that I forgot about everything else in the world.