Olivia's Lies

Liquid Courage

I wanted to get a little smutty and a little sexy with this story. Olivia is going to surprise us all...Now let's fuck up this love fest.

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"I don't want you to go," Olivia pouted in the doorway of their walk in closet, still in her silk robe and damp hair.

"They need me in London, but," he paused from packing and took his wife in his arms. "I'll be back in a week," he kissed her deeply, snaking his hand between the two, working the tie on her robe.

"Baby, you need to leave soon," she said in between kisses, and pulled his shirt over his head. She wanted to stop, she knew that they needed to stop, but his touch alone left her soaking wet, and ready to straddle him right then and there.

"Yes, but if I don't get this itchy scratched before I'm gone for a week..." He pushed her towards the wall, kissing and suckling her neck, with every intention of leaving his mark. He opened her robe, exposing her tanned olive skin and smirked. "No panties I see?" She moaned as he kissed her from the neck down, stopping right between her breasts. "And you're already so..wet," he slipped one finger inside of her, and slowly drew it out before sticking the finger in his mouth. She bit her bottom lip, trying to withstand from moaning so loud.

"You don't play fair!" She tugged at the drawstring on his sweatpants. Swiftly, he pinned her arms against the wall, leaving her dripping at this point. His dominance was a major turn on for her..she loved it.

He hungrily claimed her lips and held her arms with only one hand, as he rid himself of his sweatpants. In one swift move, he grabbed her waist, she wrapped her legs around his, and entered into her. She cried out as she took every inch of him, and he thrusted into her showing no mercy. This was the last time he'd be able to bury himself inside this woman, the last time he'd hear her cry out in ecstasy, for an entire week.

"Mmmm...deeper," she breathed out, tilting her head up and exposing her neck for him to suckle.

My god.

He thought. Here he was, already balls deep in this woman, and she wanted more? He did as she said and gave her more. He pulled out and slammed her body over the vanity in the closet, and took her from behind. The way he knew drove her crazy. He gripped her waist, giving her deep and hard strokes everytime, eliciting a moan with every thrust.

"Baby.." She moaned and he knew exactly what she meant by that. He felt her tighten around him, and her juices began to come all over him. He pulled out of her and caught the last bit with his tongue, tasting the sweet drug and drinking up every last bit. She could hardly stand after the sweet fucking he had just given her, and she knew this was only the beginning.

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"Come with me," he held Olivia in his arms, running his hands over all her curves as they stood in the foyer.

"Now you know I can't do that," she placed both hands on his chest, and kissed his lips.

"Imagine me fucking you senseless on every surface of that hotel," she squeezed her legs together, just imagining him on top of her, in her. "Wet yet?" He smirked at her, she smacked him playfully on the chest.

"I love you," she kissed him once more, pulling on his bottom lip. "And I promise when you get home you'll be the one getting fucked senseless," she caught him by surprise, causing the biggest grin to grow across his face.