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The kiss goes deeper, and she rolls onto her back. I lift myself up onto my side, hovering over her. I think we both know we aren’t tired. And even if we were, we aren’t going to sleep.

Olivia’s mouth breaks away from mine, and she gasps for air. I give her a break and kiss her jawline, making my way down her neck, over the swell of her breasts.

“I think this needs to go away,” I tell her, unhooking the latch on her bra. “There’s no way it’s comfortable enough to sleep in.”

“It’s not,” she admits.

I kiss each of her nipples, teasing them momentarily before moving down her stomach, lower and lower until I come to the lace of her panties.

“What about these?” I ask. “Are they comfortable enough to sleep in?”

“That depends,” she says, her hips tilting up towards the heat of my breath. “Are they…getting in the way of anything?”

“I don’t know. You tell me,” I say, pressing my tongue to her, soaking the lace of her panties. She moans at the contact, raking her hands through my hair.

“Nope. Don’t need them,” she says.

“Good girl,” I say before yanking them off her. Now that I have her the way I want her, all skin and no reserve, I take her by the thighs and pull her down to me. I kiss her again, this time working my tongue from her slit to her clit, up and down, watching her rise and fall with the wave of pleasure.

“Faster,” she tells me, but I chuckle into her wet, soft skin.

“That’s not how this works,” I tell her. “You don’t get to decide when and how you get off. I do. That’s my job. Now lay down and come when I tell you to.”

“I don’t know if that’s how this works either,” she says, and I sweep my tongue over her again. This time, sucking on her clit for a moment until she moans, clasping the sheets in her fists.

Because this is how it works. I don’t care what anyone says. What the rules are or otherwise. I want to fuck Olivia with my mouth and that’s what we are going to do. And guessing by the way she’s grinding against my face right now, I’m pretty sure she’s okay with that.

The tip of my tongue grazes across her skin, making her wetter with each sweep. Her legs fall further apart, giving me more access.

“You’re so fucking delicious,” I growl between licks.

“Don’t stop,” she begs, and I raise my head to look up at her.

“What did I say?” I ask.

“You’re in charge,” she whimpers.

“Good girl,” I say, waiting an excruciating moment before finding her clit again with the tip of my tongue. As I flick and flutter, she cries out, thrashing against the bed, needing more, a little more pressure, a little more friction. I can tell she’s nearing the edge, and I slow down, pulling back and making her body shudder against my mouth.

“Luca…” she says.

“You want it?” I ask her.

“Yes,” she whines.

“Then say it.” “I want it.”

“You want what?” I grit out.

“I want you to make me come,” she says, and after another painful couple of seconds, I do just that. My tongue thrashes against her as I suck on her clit. And as she cries out, I keep sucking on her clit, leaving her shaking on the bed until every wave of the orgasm sweeps over her and she relaxes into the bed.

“Alright,” she pants as I move to lay next to her again. “I think I’m actually tired now.”

Chapter 18

Olivia

“Good God,woman! I thought you were dead!”