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“Mia! You filthy fucking animal!” Olivia says laughing.
I believe it now. The pair of them are menaces. Mia and Matt help get Olivia’s bags to the car, and she’s officially mine.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Olivia
Thebedroomsuddenlysmellslike the most delicious diner, and I wonder if I’m actually dreaming or this walking wet dream of a man is really serving me breakfast in his comfortable bed. I blink, trying to adjust to the light and his tan muscles prominently on display. “I made your bacon extra crispy.” He sits next to me, kissing my forehead.“You know, you’re the one supposed to be on bed rest.” I moan as I take the first bite.
“I know, but I'm feeling much better.”
“They're not dissolved yet, Tomas.”
“There are plenty of positions we can make love in that will not compromise my sutures, Miss Hamilton. Might I give you a hands-on demonstration?”
“Oh, Professor DeLuca, I don't know. Wouldn't that be a tad inappropriate?”
Tomas lies next to me on the bed, and my eyes instantly trail down to his joggers, sitting low on his hips. He gives me a coy smile and shrugs.“You know, you really do not play fair.” It’s been two weeks since his discharge and we’ve been playing house since. I’ve been adamant that we’re not fucking until his sutures dissolve, but it’s been harder to stick to my resolve on days like this. “I didn’t make you breakfast because I was trying to get into your pants. The strategically placed joggers, though…”
I straddle him and bend down to kiss him, stoking the fire that’s already building in me. His hand trails from the side of my face, brushing the nape of my neck until he reaches my breasts. I give a small gasp as the sensation takes over my body, weakening my resolve to let his stitches heal.. Two weeks straight ofthisevery morning and evening has been sheer bliss. We’ve been trapped in our bubble of appointments, heavy petting, and no responsibilities.
“What’s wrong?” Tomas searches my face, wondering what’s changed in the five seconds I’ve been on him.“I miss my friends.”
Tomas sits in silence, a weary expression on his face. “Do you want to stay at the dorm?” “No, but I haven’t seen Mia in two weeks. I want to spend some time with her.”
“You should. Alexandria, too.”
“We should actually have everybody over. Here or at the dorm.”
“Whatever you want, pretty girl. I need you to finish what you started, though.” He grips my hips, forcing me against his hardening cock, and resumes the kiss. My nerves sizzle as he grinds against me.
“See? No blood.” His wicked smile sends another jolt of heat through me.
“Fuck, Tomas. How am I supposed to say no to you?”
“You don't. You had your breakfast. Now I want mine. Get up here.”
He wastes no time devouring me like it hasn’t been less than twelve hours since we were last in this position. I grip the headboard as his tongue circles my clit. His nails dig into my thighs, knowing that the pain helps me balance the pleasure. It’s amazing how in tune with my body Tomas has become over the past six weeks. It’s amazing how comfortable I’ve become with letting him into my mind, too.
“Harder.” I moan, pressing myself further against him. His teeth nip my clit as he sucks and nibbles, drawing me closer to my orgasm.
“God, your pussy is so fucking wet for me right now. It’s a shame to let it go to waste, don’t you think, Olivia?”
“Maybe if you beg,” I taunt.
“I’ve made it pretty obvious that I’m slowly losing my mind with every day that you don’t let me fuck that pretty, tight pussy.”
“And why should I let you?”
“Because it’s my fucking pussy, Olivia.”
"That’s a good enough reason for me.” I lift myself off of him with a smirk. “Condom or no condom?”
“And you’re going to take me bare? You’re feeling extra naughty today, it seems.”
“I guess I am. I blame it on your damn sweatpants.”
I seat him at my entrance, rubbing the head of his cock from my clit to my entrance.
