My Forbidden Love

Chapter 42

Olivia's pov:

With a snarl, Kent rips me away from the wall and carries me out of the stall.

I don't know where he's taking me, because I've pulled his face back to mine and kissing him recklessly, not caring anymore.

I press my hips harder against his stomach as he grabs my ass in one hand. His other hand steadily spread across my back as I feel him navigate me up a tight set of curving stairs.

When the light behind my eyes changes, from day - bright to a moody dark, I pull away from Kent, looking around.

"A hay loft? Seriously, a hay loft? Is this some kind of tawdry romance novel -"

"Shut up"
He says playfully.

He fall on his knees and brings me with him. I comply, bringing my mouth back to his, slower and more deliberate this time.

I find myself in Kent's lap, my legs still around his waist, in the cool, private dark of this secret place.

Kent matches my pace in the kiss. Kissing me more deeply, with less frenzy, but no less intent or force.

"Kent..."
I moan as he removes my shirt.

As he does it, I feel the heft of him harden even more beneath me, rubbing against my ass. Wanting me.

I bite my lip suddenly, some of my bravado gone.

Kent looks down at my mostly naked torso and then back up to my face.

"Olivia, if you don't -"

"No. I want to, Kent. I want it. I just..... can you show me how? Slowly?"

"Yes.... God yes, Olivia."

Then he seals his mouth against mine.

I moan into him as he brings on steady hand up to cup my breast, his thumb moving delicately over my nipple.

I feel him shudder, then, his cock twitching beneath me.

He finishes removing my clothes.
When I'm naked before him, he surveys me with cool, but..... almost solemn eyes.

"Kent...."

"You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, Olivia."

I slide the hand resting on his chest downwards, brushing over the waistline of his pants, lower....
.....until I'm holding his thick cock in my hand.

"Kent, please."

He leans forward, bringing his mouth back to mine as he begins to unbuckle his pants.
Kent pushes his pants downward as he lays me down.

Then he lays the length of himself down on top of me and my eyes fly open as I feel the new sensation of his skin flush against mine.

God! I feel him. All of him.

"It's alright, Olivia. It's alright."

I nod, a little shaky, but trusting him. For once, I'm happy to let Kent take complete control. And from that moment forward, he does.

He slides one of his broad hands between my legs and slowly, torturously draws one finger down the length of me.

"Kent!"
I gasp. He's barely touch me and already I'm ready to combust.

"Fucking hell, Olivia!"

I'm soaking for him, and I press my eyes even more tightly closed as I feel him slowly press a finger inside of me.