Page 14 of Ex-Military Biker’s Bride

“Or what?” She winks at me.

“I stop.”

“That's so rude…” But she leaves her hands above her head.

Moving my lips to her throat, I feel her pulse hammering away. Down over her collarbone and then to her tits. They’re heavy and perfect in my hands. When I get my mouth on her nipple, rolling the other between my fingers, she arches up off the bed. She moans, bucking her hips like she wants to grind against something.

“Please…”

“I'm getting there.”

“Slowly. I want you.”

“I’ve been dreaming about you for weeks… I'm not rushing it.”

I work my way down her belly, over the softness there, her breathing quickening. The muscles in her arms are taut as she stretches them above her head.

When I get to her hips I stop and gaze at her again.

“Put that ankle up on my shoulder… the good one can stay on the bed.”

“Do you know how bossy you are?”

“I thought you said you liked it?”

“I wasn’t of sound mind.” Her voice cracks in the middle. “Luke…”

I put my mouth on her clit and both her hands come down into my hair. She's wet and hot. She tastes so good that my cock jerks, desperate to be inside her. I take my time, working her slowly with my tongue while she moans louder and louder.

“Good girl.” I tell her. “Let me hear you.”

She's saying my name, over and over again while her thighs tremble against my ears. I slide my fingers into her, my tongue moving faster on her clit, and one hand fists in my hair. She comes so hard I put my other hand under her ass to give her support as she arches up off the bed.

I stay with her as she works through her orgasms, keeping my mouth on her until she’s shaking her head.

“Too much… I can’t take it.”

She’s flushed pink all the way down her chest, her eyes sparkling.

“You look pleased with yourself,” she says.

I smile at her. Then she smiles back, gets her hand between us and wraps it around my cock. I groan.

“Olivia…”

She strokes me slowly, watching my face the whole time, learning what I like. “You've been leading this. Now it’s my turn.”

She pushes me onto my back. Her mouth is soft and unbearably slow, her silky hair spilling over my hips. I grip the sheet with both hands and groan louder. She hums around my cock and I nearly levitate off the bed.

“Sweetheart… I want to be inside you.”

She lets go and crawls up the bed.

“I'm on the pill and I've had every test known to medicine. What about you?”

“Clean. Nobody in years.”

“Good.”