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“Thank you,” he says, eying my round ripe breast and without wasting time he brings his mouth to the space between them. He cups a breast with his right hand enjoying the weight of it against his large palms. He squeezes and I let out a moan. His other hand is already under my dress grabbing the side of my panties.
“I don’t want anything between us.” He growls with hunger. He pulls down my panties all the way to my knees and then pulls up my dress across my torso over my head. I bend down to remove my panties and throw them on a chair as he watches me. The way his intense eyes look at me sends heat to my lower parts. He strips off his shirt and can’t resist the sculpted perfection of his chest. I kiss him on his chest, and he holds my head there, looking down on me with molten eyes.
“I am going to enjoy every part of you today.” I feel his strong arms under my thighs as he lifts me up. I instinctively wrap my hands around his neck, never losing eye contact. When he lets go, I am received by the soft cushiony surface of his bed. My hand is still looped around him, and he falls on top of me, crushing me into the heavenly bed that can easily take both our weight comfortably. He finds a comfortable spot next to me on the massive bed.
“Should we close the blinds? What if the neighbors can see us?” I ask, looking at the massive wall of glass that overlooks the gardens of the city. The massive trees of these parks look like small broccoli.
“Brooke, we are 1500 feet above the ground. I don’t have neighbors.” He kisses me on my cheek, smiling in amusement. His muscular body looks amazing in the bright daylight of his room. The rugged bulk of his shoulders, his muscular chest rising just perfectly from the flatness of his ripped abdomen.
But why is he still wearing pants?
“Get those of you,” I hiss in his ear. He goes to work quickly unbuttoning his pants and kicking them off. I rub my ankles up and down the length of his long legs, feeling his warm skin against mine, my hands spread out and squeeze his tight buttocks. It does hit me, I am in a sinfully large, soft bed somewhere on the highest floor in New York. Oh my! This does feel good.
He stands on his knees straddling my body between them. I see his beautiful cock already hard, the glorious crown swollen with desire.
“I need to do something.” He says pushing his wavy hair backwards.
“What?” I am in no mood to let him go.
“Be back, don’t go anywhere?” He swings over me; I see his beautiful cock swinging as he hops off the bed and disappears into the hallway.
Okay wow, that was weird.
Luckily, I don’t have to wait long. He returns with the bottle of olive oil we had used in making the pizza. Even before I know it, he is straddling me once more but this time with a bottle of olive oil.
“What are you doing Ethan?”
“I realized we didn’t make any appetizers.”
“So?”
“It is improper to have dinner without appetizers.” He opens the cap of the slim olive oil bottle. “I want to mix you with olive oil and then I want to taste it against your salty skin.”
He tilts the bottle, and a thick liquid makes a line across my breasts.
He bends down to lick it off my breasts, slowly. The sensation of his tongue slipping on my breasts and scraping away the olive oil is strangely arousing. My nipples are taut and hard like ruby stones now. When his olive covered tongue reaches my nipple, I cry in pleasure at his licks and small pinching bites.
“Brooke, I can do this forever. Your body is olive oil friendly.”
The luxurious feel of his warm tongue and olive oil is a most delicious massage.
He pummels my breast with his tongue before coming back up for air.
“Where do you want me to oil you?” The words are oddly arousing.
“Here.” I point to my inner thighs.
“I was hoping you would say that” he says smiling. He pours the heavenly, slippery liquid into my inner thighs. He places the bottle on the headboard behind us.
“I would like to have my appetizer.” He pushes my thighs apart and drives the drops of olive oil deeper into my inner thighs, towards my aching center. His massage is a circular squeeze that deliciously moves towards my pleasure, where I am most sensitive, where I want his long shiny fingers to touch me.
I feel his fingertips digging into the crease of my thighs. The olive oil luxuriously makes my skin slippery. He uses both hands until his oily fingers are dug into the crease of my inner thighs, my pussy is like a small gentle hill, a mound of sensitivity, begging to be touched. He squeezes the skin of my pussy from both sides, gathering the flesh in a delicious squeeze. The oil on his hand merges with my own wetness. He uses a thumb and his forefinger to stretch my pussy, the inner pink flesh exposed.
“You are so beautiful Brooke.” He brings down his head and kisses me on the exposed flesh. “So lovely, so wet for me.”
His sexy gleaming eyes, and his handsome face create a pulsing excitement. I spread wider letting him have more of me. He rubs his thumb to find my opening and then my swollen clit.
“Oh gosh.”
