Page 30 of The Rhythm of their Souls

Her grin dissipates, and I watch her drag her teeth along her bottom lip. A grunt flees from my throat.

I pull her closer, keeping a little distance between us considering our nonexistent attire. I use my fingers to comb back her wet locks. How can a face be this stunning? I feel honored to touch and admire it. It almost feels forbidden, like a lost treasure hidden from humanity. Her eyes are mesmerizing, even in the dark, and I can see a battle within them. What is she thinking about?

She places her delicate hands on my chest, and I watch her as she runs them around my pecs and up to my neck in a sensual motion. I feel goosebumps all over my body; having her hands on me feels so damn good. I only want her touch, and I can’t even fathom another woman doing what she is doing to me mentally and physically. I’m currently frozen, only able to watch as she controls the sensation raging through me.

She slowly trails her hands below my chest, reaching my stomach under the water. Out of nowhere, her caressing touch comes to a halt. I bring my hands down, wrapping them over the top of hers, keeping them pressed to my stomach. She brings her eyes back to mine; I can tell she has something on her mind. I lightly squeeze her hands. “What is it?”

She stalls for a moment before answering me. “Stand up, Theo.” Her voice quivers but also holds demand behind it. What is she up to?

I won’t argue with her, though. She could tell me to bark, and I probably would right now. Never has a female gained control over me like this. I keep my expression steady while slowly standing. My guy is already rock hard just from Olive’s hands touching me. My dick emerges from the water, looking like the damn loch ness monster coming up for air.

Olive is now almost perfectly at eye level with it. I can’t help but look down and take in her kneeling in front of me, bare. She looks so hot. Her breasts sit naturally above the water, glistening with wet kisses from the ocean. She slides her hands from my stomach, gliding them slowly down to my lower waist, and then pauses.

I watch as she eyes my cock, almost like she’s taking in its length. She then looks up at me; her lips are wet and pouty. I’ll never fucking forget this view of her staring up at me, her eyes glazed with desire.

My heart feels like it is seconds from fleeing from my chest. The anticipation is eating me alive, and I sense it’s doing the same for her.

Olive blows out a deep breath. “I want to do this for you. Can I..” Before she finishes her question that I already had the answer to, I grab her left hand and wrap it around my dick.

We both let out a rigid gasp. God, her hand fits deliciously around me. I try to calm my breathing because I can’t have her thinking I have no control now.

I grunt out, “Look at me, Olive.” She pulls her attention back up to me. “You never have to ask to touch me. You don’t understand how often I’ve imagined this moment with you or dreamed about it. And just the view of you gripping me right now makes me want to cum.”

I see something flicker in her eyes, and before I can process it, Olive runs her tongue over her top lip. I groan at the sight of it.

She inches closer to me, then slowly runs her tongue on the tip of my dick, causing it to jerk in her hand. I hear a soft moan come from deep within her. She wraps her other hand around me tightly, running her tongue up and down, making sure it’s soaked with her saliva.

She slides her hands up and down in perfect motion, squeezing me just enough to cause me to throw my head back. Fuck this is too good.

I can hear every inhale and exhale leave her gorgeous body. She looks back up at me with a naughty grin. “I don’t think you understand how many times I’ve pictured what it would be like to have you in my mouth.” Her words seep into my skin.

I place my right hand behind her head and gently grasp her hair. “Show me then, Olive,” I growl out.

She gives me a playful look, almost like saying “brace yourself”. She doesn’t wait a second longer. Her needy mouth slides onto me, sucking down until her lips meet where her hands grip me. She creates a flawless motion of sucking, tugging, and licking.

This right here feels like pure ecstasy. Everything I envisioned it would be with her is playing out in front of me in the ocean right now; it’s everything and more.

Her consistent moans tell me she is enjoying this just as much as me, and witnessing it turns me the fuck on. I am enjoying this very much. I don’t know if I can hold off much longer. Pressure is building at the base of my dick, and I already know that when I release, it’s going to be intense.

Continuing to suck the life out of me, Olive removes both of her hands, using one to cup my balls while taking the other to grip my thigh. Without warning, she shoves her mouth down, and the tip of my dick hits the back of her throat.

My grip tightens on her hair. This girl is talented and doesn’t know what a gag reflex is. I don’t even care; I let heavy moans leave my lips. “Shit, you feel so good wrapped around me.”

Olive looks up at me; tears stain her cheeks and swollen lips.

I’m trying to keep control, but I’m seconds from filling her mouth with my seed.

She picks up speed, squeezing my balls every time my dick hits the back of her throat. She then takes her hand from my thigh and places it over the top of my hand, which is grasping her hair. She pushes it with hers, causing her head to bob back and forth. Taking both her hands, she places them on the back of my legs, like she’s bracing herself.

She’s giving me the control to finish this good deed; she’s such a good girl. I gently wrap my fingers through her hair and begin slow motions, pushing her tight mouth to the bottom of my dick. Deep moans leave her body; I follow suit.

I take deep breaths, trying to steady myself, but this is just too fucking good. Spit is streaming down the sides of her mouth, and I stop for a second to make sure she is okay.

Olive latches onto my legs and forcefully slams my dick down her throat. “Holy fuck, Olive!”

She’s now clarified that she can handle this. There is no turning back now. I start slowly using her hair as leverage to push her head forward and back.

I feel like I am about to combust into a million pieces.