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My cheeks flushed red, the heat burning bright, and suddenly, I became very aware of my naked body. I worked out and thought I kept in pretty good shape but, like most other woman on the planet, I was painfully aware of all of my flaws and faults.
My breasts, while not small, weren't as large as I'd like them to be, nor as rounded or perky. My stomach seemed to pooch out, even when lying down, no matter how many crunches I did. Yet, Oliver looked at me like I was a goddess. Like I was the only woman in the world worth looking at.
It was then that he took hold of his erection and guided it to my opening. Spreading myself wider, I took the tip of him inside of my dripping wet pussy. With one hard thrust, he plunged that glorious prick into me, making me cry out. He filled me up, stretched me open, and made me nearly scream out his name as he buried himself deep inside of me.
Our bodies were united, as one, and, still, he stared down at me. His eyes drank me in, as if he were trying to quench an insatiable thirst. As he admired my body, I let my hands move over that perfectly toned and sculpted body of his. Slowly, he started to rock back and forth, moving himself inside me. Oliver grabbed onto my hips and adjusted my position, plunging himself even deeper into me, making me spasm with pleasure so intense, it had my entire body tingling.
Oliver took my hands again and held them over my head, pinning them to the arm of the couch behind me. With an animalistic growl, he thrust himself inside of me, driving that beautiful cock deep into me. My legs spread wider, taking as much of him inside me as I could. His chest was pressed against mine, as were his lips. You couldn't see where Oliver ended and I began. We were as one, moving in unison, our bodies humming with ecstasy.
My body rose to meet his thrusts, wanting every inch of him inside of me. Oliver's breathing was fast and ragged, beads of sweat dotting his forehead as he kept a steady, hard rhythm, pounding his cock into me.
A low growl rumbled through his entire body and I feared he was on the verge of coming, feared it would be all over before it even began. Oliver had other plans, though.
He pulled back, yanking my hands and pulling me upward with him as well. Oliver pulled me off the couch like I weighed nothing at all. I got to my feet and followed him because I wanted to finish what we'd started. Didn't want it to end until we were both satisfied. Oliver looked around the hotel room, a slight frown creasing his lips. He looked at the couch and gave a small shrug of his shoulders, as if he had settled some inner debate.
“Bend over,” he commanded. “I want to see your ass in the air.”
He pointed to the couch and I quickly did as he said, bending over the arm of the sofa so that my ass was, indeed, in the air. Just like he wanted. Just as he'd commanded. Oliver moved forward and I pressed myself backward, moving myself against his erection. I wiggled my ass as his cock slid against my bare flesh. Teasing him. Tempting him. Taunting him.
Instead of going straight for the prize though, he slipped down between the folds of my thighs and rubbed against me, his erection sliding against my clit, teasing it. Seemed as if he was going to give me as good as he was getting.
Bolts of electricity shooting through my veins, my head fell forward and I clenched my eyes shut. Ripples of pleasure coursed through me as I held onto the couch, my nails digging into the fabric so hard, I was half afraid I was going to leave long claw marks.
“Please, Oliver,” I begged through gritted teeth.
He grabbed my ass and I felt the head of his cock press against my warm, wet opening for only a second before he slid into place. I was dripping wet, which eased the way in for him, so he was sheathed comfortably amongst the warm folds of my flesh. I gripped the couch even harder, bracing myself for the spasms that rippled through my body.
Oliver didn't start out slow this time though. No, he pounded his cock into me, fucking me with brute, savage force. He pumped that stiff rod in and out of my tight little hole with precision and strength. He lifted my legs up off the floor, holding onto them, holding me in place and keeping me steady as he continued pounding himself into me with a power and force that was slightly painful but mixed with the incredible pleasure, making for a heady fucking feeling. My body quivered and tingled, and I knew it wasn't going to be long before I exploded in an earth-shattering orgasm.
The sounds coming from him as he drove himself into me were so fucking sexy. I felt a warmth take over my insides, a tightness building low in my body. My body was flooded with that familiar feeling of the impending explosion as every muscle in my body tightened up.
I threw my head back and cried out, “Oliver, yes! Yes!”
He gripped my body hard and drove himself deeper inside of me, hitting just the right spot to send me over the edge.
I bit down on a pillow, trying to drown out the screams erupting from my throat as pure ecstasy washed over me. Oliver's animalistic groans grew louder and louder, as his thrusts went harder and deeper into me. He moved with a frantic desperation that only came right before he'd lose control. This time, I was ready for him.
I squeezed the muscles in my pussy tight around him, my body exploding with pleasure as he thrust into me one, last time. The noises that came from him were intoxicating. Our moans blended together as one, as we came together, spasming and shuddering until every last drop of his seed was spilling inside of me.
“That was amazing,” I muttered, speaking into the pillow. “Remind me again why it took me almost ten years to finally experience that?”
Oliver chuckled, a deep masculine sound, as he pulled his deflated dick out of me. He steadied my legs and helped me to stand up, pulling me into his arms. His arms encircled my waist and he held me to him, close and tight. The warmth of the moment washed over me and I felt safe. Secure. Treasured.
He kissed me on the forehead and looked down at me through eyes that were dazed and half asleep. I knew we were both exhausted and there was no way I wanted him to drive home in his current blissed-out condition. The last thing I wanted was for him to fall asleep at the wheel and drive into a ditch because he was so tired and relaxed. Taking his hand, I silently led him to my bed.
“You're staying here tonight,” I said.
“Oh, am I?” he raised an eyebrow. “And what if I say I'm not?”
With my hands on my hips, I shot him a withering look and said, “Don't start with me. Not tonight.”
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“You know, you're the only person I've met more stubborn than me,” Oliver said as we curled up in the king-sized bed together, our bodies intertwined.
Oliver kissed my forehead and looked into my eyes. In his gaze, I saw a sense of contentment and satisfaction I'd never seen from him before. I'd almost be willing to say that he looked – happy.
The room around us was eerily quiet, which I found a little unsettling. I usually slept with a TV or a fan on. I usually needed background noise to sleep but I wasn't sure how Oliver felt about such things. I figured I could go a night without white noise, especially since I'd be falling asleep to the sound of his breathing.
