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"Good. Because I want to come for you."
She leaned back, straightening her legs and stretching out so that her back and calves were fully on the rug. Keeping her legs open in a V-Shape, she granted me a front row view of her swollen pussy.
My stomach churned with desire, and I didn't want to stand any longer. Still, if I got too close to her, I knew the desire would be too strong. I inched forward quietly, not wanting to disturb her pursuit of pleasure and kneeled on the the edge of the rug before her. I was close enough to see the magic at work but still far enough away that if I came, my juices wouldn't hit her.
But come I would not. Not yet, at least. My cock was so hard I had no choice but to stroke it, but this moment was about her getting off, her enjoying the allure of me watching her get off.
The fingers of her right hand began to swirl around her clit faster, and as her eyes clenched, her head leaned back, and her back started to arch. With her left hand, she pinched her hard nipple, twisting it and giving a subtle cry.
"Yes, baby," I whispered.
She sighed. "Are you going to come, Lucas?"
I could feel myself getting close, but I wasn't ready yet. "Only after you do, Olive. I want you to feel good first."
She sighed. "Oh, that turns me on." Her fingers started moving faster, and she pressed her thumb against her clit, moving her hand simultaneously.
I moved my hand to the tip of my cock and began massaging the head to stop myself from getting too close.
Her back arched higher, her nipples hardening, and as the muscles in her legs tightened, her toes curled beneath her, gripping the fur of the rug. Her breath expelled faster, and as she started to pant, she removed her fingers from her pussy, pressed them against her clit, and lifted her ass off the floor.
I saw the moment her orgasm slammed into her. She cried out, shivers rippling across her body. I couldn't take it anymore. I was barely touching my cock, but I could feel myself getting close. I wanted to come, but I also craved to make her orgasm last.
Crawling forward, I placed my hands on either side of her so that my body was hovering above hers. Even with her eyes closed, she could sense me. Her hand reached up, gripping my ass, her nails digging into my skin. I could tell she was still deep in the throes of her orgasm—and I was going to catch her at the perfect moment.
Kissing the curve of her neck, I took hold of mycock and slid it to the entrance of her soaked pussy.
"Oh my God," she groaned. "Yes, Lucas, fuck me."
My cock slammed inside her effortlessly. She was wet and warmer than a hot bath. The muscles in her pussy were still contracting from her orgasm, and as my cock entered her, the muscles tightened around my shaft, pulsing around me. As I dove deeper inside her, I couldn't contain myself any longer.
The moment I came, my body tensed, my moan vibrating through me. Olive pushed herself up from the rug, her hands touching my cheeks as she nibbled on my bottom lip. The kiss threw me over the edge, and the flood gates opened inside me.
Everything tensed, and I could no longer hold myself up. I collapsed on top of her, my sweat mixing with hers. Her hands draped over my back, and when she started to laugh, so did I.
I rolled onto my side, and she mirrored me as we lay on our side on my living room rug—a rug I had never done anything but vacuum.
Olive wasn't only gorgeous and sexy, but she had also lived her entire life outside of a box I had spent my whole life constructing. Maybe it was just the post-coital haze, but I wanted more of it. Of her. I ran my hand through her hair, and she moved her flushed cheek to press it against my palm, her eyes closing.
She sighed, her breath warming my chest. "That was...fucking incredible."
"You're the most incredible."
I couldn't remember the last time I said that to a woman...except, wait, maybe I could. I chuckled to myself.
She drew a line against my chest with her finger. "What's funny?"
Twirling her hair between my fingers, I smiled. "I was just thinking...you're the only woman I've ever said that to."
She propped herself up on her elbow. "Said what to?"
"You're the only women I've ever called incredible. I said it when we dated. And I meant it. And I mean it now."
Her elbow collapsed under her, and she curled up against me, her forehead pressing against me. She was quiet for a moment, and as I railed my fingers down her back, I felt her tense. What was she thinking?
She sighed and looked up at me. "You don't need to say that just because we had sex."
My brows furrowed, and I leaned back to look at her. "I didn't. I meant that."
