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I sighed as his fingers unerringly found my wet slit, stroking me with practiced ease like a musician with his favorite instrument. I clutched his head to my breast as I arched into him with a soft cry, the dual pleasure of his mouth and hand on my breast while his other hand lingered lightly over my mound.
His mouth turned to my other breast as his fingers teased the entrance of my womanhood. My nails dug into his back in greedy anticipation and he laughed softly, the vibrations sending pleasure skittering to my center, where his fingers hovered.
“Oliver!” I moaned, unable to manage anything intelligible behind his name.
He took the cue and stroked me where all my pleasure converged. I arched off the bed with a cry, my legs falling open to welcome his questing fingers. He seemed to know just how to drive me crazy with need and wanting.
I opened my eyes and found him looking at me intently, his eyes wild and dark as they focused onme. His jaw clamped as he held himself back to give me this pleasure.
How sweet, how generous…
I came apart when he circled the pearl of my center, crying his name over and over and over.
He let me ride wave after wave of pleasure until I collapsed back on the bed. He slowly took my pajama bottoms off and kissed his way up my bare legs, parting them gently.
And then I felt it, that first delicious stroke of his tongue on my center. Warm and soft, I moaned as I fell back on the bed. I had hardly come down from my first high, when his fingers and lips relentlessly paid homage to my body.
No one had ever kissed me there before but with Oliver, it felt only natural to welcome him into my most intimate parts. As his mouth devoured me, his tongue warm over my clitoris, I felt myself climb higher and higher, approaching my peak. My hands speared into his hair as I held him into me, a wordless plea for something I could not name.
I was driven crazy by pleasure, but Oliver seemed to live for my moans. His kisses were slow, and he consumed me as if he were at a banquet and he had all the time in the world…
I had never been so vulnerable, my body so open to his manipulations, and yet, I felt strangely secure in his hands. I trusted my entire being to him and he repaid me by drawing out my pleasure while he tempered his.
I was so consumed by the pleasure he was giving me that when his teeth gently clamped on me, I let out a shriek that must have been heard by my neighbors, my orgasm hitting me hard and fast. I prayed that Grandma Margaret had chosen not to wear her hearing aid at that moment as I was already half-insane with lust and wanting.
“Oliver, Oliver, Oliver,” I sobbed. “Please.”
He responded by slipping a finger into me while he gently sucked at my clitoris. He crooked his finger inside me, striking something deep, something that felt absolutelyglorious. He withdrew his finger and thrust into me again, making that same motion that drove me wild.
I could feel his finger inside me as my walls clenched at the delicious invasion while his tongue swirled tantalizingly over the hooded pearl at the apex of my thighs.
Then, he added another finger and I found that the presence of both digits in my tight sheath stretched me quite wonderfully. He continued to stroke that spot from within me, rhythmically pumping his fingers into me until my second orgasm hit me harder than the last.
I laid there, deliciously spent, as he rose up again on my body and kissed me deeply as my hands found his impressive length. He was hard and hot, like hard steel encased in a warm velvet.
He groaned as I stroked him, squeezing his shaft. I watched him throw back his head as he gave me free rein over his body. The image of him with his head tilted back as he sat on his heels, his legs spread before me as I caressed his erection—it was the single most erotic picture I had ever seen and I felt myself get hotter just looking at him like that.
I continued to pump him with my hands until with a growl, he pushed me back onto the bed with a wild look in his normally calm eyes. He had been driven to the edge of reason with desire and I felt a certain female pride in knowing that I brought him there.
He captured my wrists and held them above my head as he poised himself at my entrance.
“Who would have thought,” he murmured. “That you would be so daring, hmm?”
My eyes fluttered to meet his. “I just wanted to touch you…To make you feel as good as you made me feel.”
My words seemed to spark something within him because his eyes turned dark, his nostrils flaring slightly. He leaned over and kissed me deeply and I could taste myself on his lips when he slid slowly inside me, igniting more pleasure as he moved within me.
“Amanda,” he groaned. “Damn, how can you feel so good? I will probably never get used to how awesome you feel.”
He ground his hips slowly into mine and I moaned as his length slid all the way inside me in one smooth stroke. He slid out before sinking into me once more, the friction of his movements igniting a million nerve endings in their path. He grabbed my calves and rested them on his broad shoulders as he thrust into me again.
I could feel him everywhere, like my soul was stamped with his essence. I heard him groan out my name, and my body moved with his in a slow dance, matching him step for step as our desires peaked. His thumb unerringly found the little bud of pleasure and pressed at it lightly as he continued to rock into me, sending me careening into a whole realm of carnal bliss.
I felt it building within me, could feel it in the desperation of his gentle thrusts into my body. It was coming for us—a wave that would sweep us both to uncharted but familiar shores.
“Amanda,” he groaned, my name a prayer on his lips. His eyes on me were wild, his control admirable. “Let it go.”
I surrendered with a cry and he thrust into me once, twice, and then he sank into me with a kiss that went straight to my soul. We burst into a conflagration, his deep growl swallowing my wanton cries.
