Oliver's Hunger
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Ursula felt how her body took on its own unconscious rhythm, how she moved without thinking of it, as if something inside her had taken over the lead. With every stroke, his erection dragged against her sensitive clit. Tendrils of pleasure reached for her, vibrations hummed through her body, and flames started dancing on her skin, turning her hot. Her long hair, falling over her back, caressed her naked skin, the touch as delicate as if somebody were teasing her with a feather. And all the while, Oliver moaned out his pleasure, a sound that penetrated the walls of her heart.
“Oh, baby,” he murmured, his hands stroking her breasts, his fingers playing with her hardened nipples, only adding to the lust that coursed through her body.
Needing more friction, Ursula reached for his hard-on and pressed it firmer against her flesh as she continued to slide against him. A loud moan escaped her lips when she felt a bolt of electricity shoot through her.
“Oh, yes . . . that’s it . . . that’s it,” she coached herself.
Oliver’s hand slid to the back of her neck and pulled her head to him. “God, you’re beautiful.”
Then he captured her mouth and seared her lips with a kiss. His tongue speared into her as he tilted his head and sought a deeper connection. Without hesitation she responded to him and allowed her mind to let go of everything. Nothing mattered right now except the man whose lips were fused to hers. His taste was drugging, his body tantalizing. And beneath her palm, his shaft was pulsing, indicating his need to take her.
On the next upward stroke, she sensed a heat wave slam into her out of nowhere. Then her entire body felt like floating. She let herself fall and felt the waves of her orgasm crash into her. Her heart stopped, and her breath deserted her.
As she rode out the waves that battered her body, Oliver released her lips and smiled at her, his hand combing through her hair. “See,” he whispered. “I knew you could do it.”
Ursula slung her arms around his neck and pulled him close. “Thank you.”
His hand slid to her lower back. “I was happy to help.”
She felt his cock twitch against her tender sex, reminding her that he was still hard.
“Would it be ok . . . ” he started and drew his head back to look at her, before his eyes dropped down toward his erection. “I won’t need long. I’m close to coming.”
“You won’t need long?” she asked.
He shook his head. “No, I promise. I know your body is exhausted right now. Thirty seconds tops,” he said, his voice almost apologetic.
She had to smile and tipped his chin up with her hand. After all he’d done for her, he wanted to short-change himself? Not if she could help it! “That’s a shame, because I’d love to feel you inside me longer than just thirty seconds. But if that’s all you can do . . . ”
He squared his shoulders, raising himself up from his slouching position. “No! That’s not what I meant. I could do it in thirty seconds if you needed me to be quick, but if you don’t . . . Baby, I can hold out for as long as you want me to.” A devastatingly handsome grin spread over his face. “And maybe this time we can come together?”
“Don’t you think that’s a little ambitious?”
He drew her head closer to his, bringing his lips within kissing distance, self confidence now rolling off him in spades. “I love a challenge.”
Then his lips were on hers, and his hands gripped her hips, urging her to lift up. The thick head of his cock probed at her sex, pushing inside her without resistance. When she sank onto him, impaling herself, he released her lips and groaned.
“That’s even better than I imagined.” His hand on her nape, he stroked his thumb over her cheek and pressed his forehead against hers. “This is more than I deserve.”
“You saved me.”
“Is that why you’re sleeping with me?”
She slowly shook her head.
“Good, because I’m not into thank-you or pity sex. I’d rather like to think that you’re sleeping with me because you’re attracted to me.”
She chuckled softly. “How would you know the difference?”
“By your reaction to this,” he claimed, and lifted her hips higher, then slammed his cock upwards, driving hard into her to the hilt.
A loud moan left her lips, and her head fell back. Her knees felt like jelly and her heart raced. With one thrust, he could do this to her, turn her into a woman who was controlled by lust alone.
“See,” he continued. “That’s the reaction I was looking for.”