Page 117 of The Temporary Fiancée
“Then lie back.”
I do, rolling onto my back and stretching out beneath her. My cock is hard against my stomach. She shifts down the bed and settles herself between my thighs, and the sight of her there—naked and flushed and holding her vibrator with a turned on, focused look on her face—is one of the most hottest fucking things I’ve ever seen.
“Just tell me if it’s too much,” she says.
“You too.”
She bites down on her bottom lip and turns the toy on. Anticipation has my pulse hammering as she drags the buzzingtip down my chest, her free hand following its path, and the vibration travels through my skin in a way I haven’t felt before. She traces it over my stomach, around my bellybutton and over the ridges of my abs, watching my face the whole time.
When she drags the toy down the length of my cock, my hips lift off the mattress before I can stop them, and a curse bursts out of me.
“Fuck!”
She watches my reaction with hungry, pleased eyes. “That feel okay?”
“Christ, Olivia. Yes.”
She does it again, slow and deliberate, tracing the toy along my length, then drawing it down lower to my balls. My fingers fist in the sheets. I’m breathing hard, watching her work me, and the look of focused intensity on her face is somehow making it hotter.
“You’re enjoying this,” she murmurs, her own breath uneven.
A laugh breaks out of me, ragged and strained. “Must be pretty fucking obvious.”
She laughs too and drags the toy back up over my cock again, rubbing the buzzing tip in slow circles against me until my legs tenses against the sensation.
“Keep going,” I manage.
She tilts her head, the toy still moving. “You sure?”
I have to swallow hard before I can answer. “Yes.”
She nudges my thighs farther apart, and I let her. Her eyes flick up to my face. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
“I won’t.”
She traces the vibrator around the rim of my asshole, and a curse breaks out of me through clenched teeth. My cock jerks against my stomach, drops of precum smearing over my skin. The sensation is foreign, but holy shit. Maybe it’s just because it’s Olivia doing this to me, but it feels so fucking good.
She glances up at me, her eyes searching, and I give her a little nod and tell her to keep going.
She presses the tip in, taking her time, and the rush of sensation that hits me almost makes me come before I can hold it back. A groan rips out of me in a timbre that I don’t recognize as my own.
Her voice cuts through it the torrent of sensations, focusing me. “How does it feel?”
“Jesus fuck. Don’t stop.”
It’s not really an answer to her question, but I think she gets the point. I’m gritting my teeth, my hips lifting off the mattress. She slides the toy a little deeper, and I grunt loudly.
“Olivia. Baby. I’m close. I need to be inside you.”
She nods, swallowing, then quickly unwraps a condom and rolls it down my cock with one hand, somehow managing to keep the vibrator in place with the other. The feel of her hand on my cock combined with the sensations from the vibe makes sparks dance in my vision.
“Get on my dick,” I grit out. “Now.”
She swings a leg over me and lowers herself onto my cock, taking me into her body with few shallow thrusts. The combination of her pussy gripping my length and the vibration in my ass makes my stomach clench. She braces a hand against my chest and starts to ride me, working into a rhythm.
“Jesus,” I pant. “You feel so fucking good.”
She rocks her hips harder, her free hand keeping the vibrator pressed in place. “So do you.”
