“Get ready for the rollercoaster of emotions…” ~ Amazon reviewer
“I haven’t had breakfast,” Oliver said, a slow grin tugging on one side of his mouth when he saw the bemusement on Felicity’s face.
“Breakfast?” Felicity sighed before her arms plopped resignedly by the top of her head. Oliver continued to play with the hem, his knuckles brushing against her skin, the pleasure of the contact making his own skin tingle.
“Aren’t you hungry?”
“A little, but I guess we have to eat,” she conceded.
He bunched the cloth in both fists and tore her shirt in half.
“Fuck! Oliver!” Her arms instinctively covered her breasts, her eyes rounding in astonishment.
“My, my, Miss Holbrook. I didn’t think you had a potty mouth.”
“What the hell did you do that for?”
Oliver took her wrists and placed them over her head.
“For this.” He bent down and latched to one of her nipples, lapping and swirling the nub fast.
Felicity’s back arched in wanting more. Oliver felt her straining against his hold, but he kept them fast with one hand. His other hand came down to cup her other breast before rolling her rosy bud with his palm and pinching it between his forefinger and thumb. Felicity rewarded him with a gasp and moan. Her hips lifted against him, but he held himself away.
“Oliver, stop torturing me, please.”
He raised his head after swiping her tit. “What do you want?” His hand skimmed her body before cupping her mound. “This?” He moved her shorts aside and slid his third finger past her clit and into her hole. “And this?” He rubbed her clit with his thumb at the same time as he moved his finger inside her. “Ahh…fuck, Lissie.”
Felicity bucked her hips, her eyes closing and giving in to his touch with a sigh. Oliver took her mouth in a demanding kiss, while he played her, loving the sexy sounds that came from her throat, taking them inside him. His fingers suddenly moved fast, and he let go of her lips. Felicity’s eyes already dilated with desire grew large, and Oliver watched as her climax started to roll through her. Her forehead puckered, her visage helpless at the onslaught of lust that when she came, her head dipped into the couch as she let out a strangled scream. Oliver grazed his teeth against her exposed throat before he sucked gently at the erratic pulse beating at the base. He continued to rub her clit as she came down from her high. He released her arms, and Felicity placed them on his chest. Her eyes opened. They were the bluest Oliver had seen them.
“I thought you were having breakfast,” she panted.
Oliver took out his fingers from inside her and placed them in his mouth.
“Oh, I am. You’re my breakfast, Lissie. I’m eating you.”