Love Under Construction

4. Lunch Break (Part 2)

Olivia's POV

My head rolls back in pleasure as his tongue circles my most inner treasure, while one hand grips the marble counter and the other moves his head like a controller on a game console.

"Sss—-," I hiss before our eyes meet and he goes deeper.

His tongue feels like it vibrates against every inch of me and all I hear is my lower half as it talks back with every single lick he applies.

"Right there," I moan as my thighs grip his neck tightly.

And it's the tiny bite to my spot that drives me into complete compulsion as I squirm in submission.

The slurping sounds let me know he's not a wasteful man before he goes in for seconds.

"The bedroom?" He asks in between licks.

I moan as I point upstairs and he stops before lifting me onto his waist, safely, as I place kisses on his neck.

"First room on the left," I tell him in between bites to his perfectly shaped lips.

When we get to the bedroom, he sits down first and I sit comfortably on top of his hardened jewel.

My skirt and thong doesn't prevent him from sliding inside, while guiding my bottom with the palm of his hands.

"Slow down," he whispers. "Don't rush my shit!"

I take it he wants me to feel every inch of him as my walls tighten around him.

"Just like—that!" He compliments me in my ear and his words make me kiss him with my tongue leading the way.

I go up and down like sitting on a horse at a merry-go-round. Only, this horse bucks back. And he's nothing short of a stallion.

"But don't waste time," he tells me as he tightens his grip and moves a little faster before his words trigger me, in the best way possible, making my satisfaction drip down slowly.

I keep going as he lifts me and we only stop to change positions.

"Arch it just like that," he mumbles and it doesn't take me long to figure out how he likes it.

I do all of the work as the sound of sex rings throughout the bedroom.

"Keep doing it! Just like that!" He whispers in my ear before I turn my head to kiss him, making him moan.

His words motivate me before his pace quickens. And by the change in the position of his hand on my waist, I know he's about to reach his peak.

I throw it back one more time and he pulls me as close as possible before slowly removing himself and allowing me to feel his gratitude run down my leg.
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My body tingles and I feel a warmth below my waistline.

The sound of his fingers snapping, brings me back into the present and I'm not sure I want to be here or back in my daydream I had seconds just ago.

"Maybe you should go—," my words are more of a suggestion than a command and he smirks before, carefully, setting his bottle of water down onto the counter directly next to my legs.

"You sure that's what you want?" He questions as he stares into my eyes.

I wish I could tell him no. But telling him the truth would just make things more difficult. And telling him I just dreamt we had sex, right here on this counter, would probably add to the difficulty.