Page 19 of Sultry Bodyguard Summer
He shakes his head, his nose barely touching that special spot where I need him.
“Go on, Ollie. Please.” I whine like the brat he’s turned me into.
He gives my clit one long lick.
All my nerves fire. I’m at the edge of an overwhelming orgasm. “Again, please, again.”
He obliges.
“Can you please make it faster?”
He growls like a hungry beast. I rise to my elbows so I can maneuver my foot to his erection. It’s straight up and hard as a rock. He hisses. “More,” he says into my cunt.
I move my foot up and down his shaft, and he goes faster on my clit. The orgasm feels like it's going to be enormous. I don’t know if I can handle it coming out of me, and I can’t keep it in. “I need to come, Ollie.”
“Beg.” He says and thrusts his hips against my foot.
“Will you please make me come? I'll do anything you want. Please.” My voice cracks from the emotion erupting within me.Ollie owns me.
“Anything for you, Sienna. Anything,” he says and licks my clit like it’s the greatest cup of sweetness he’s ever consumed.
I fall back on the table as the orgasm takes me. My muscles clench. My mind goes blank. I’m a body racked with the intensityof complete release. Water rushes out of me onto Ollie’s beautiful table.
“Sienna, that was amazing.” He glances up at me. A good amount of my squirting ended up on his face.
“Put a finger inside me.”
He sweeps his finger through my wetness and inserts it into my cunt.
“Do you feel me clenching?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want it?” If Ollie is going to loosen up and sort himself out sexually, he needs to start from a different place. Like this table.
He lets out a hard exhale. “Yeah, I do.”
“Then take off your pants and get a condom.”
He rises from the chair. “I’ll get a condom, if you want. But with my history, it's okay, you know.”
“Yeah, but aren't you worried about me?” I sit up on the dining room table.
He looks at me with light incredulity. “You said you haven’t had a boyfriend in years.”
“I haven't. I'm checked out. I know I'm good. I just thought…. It's really up to you.”
“I want this.” He looks down at the table. “Are you comfortable here?”
“It’s softer than you’d think. Want to try?”
He looks at the table. “You mean? Get on here, too?”
“Yeah. Why don’t you lie down and I’ll get on top. If that works for you.”
Ollie pulls his shirt over his head.
“Wait. You’re incredible. Come here.” He steps closer. His shoulders are covered in ropes of muscle. I run my hands down his chest. He doesn’t groom, and light hairs tickle my palms.
