The Unseen Enemy Series

Chapter 101

She spread her knees wider and lifted herself above him. His whole body clenched up in anticipation for that first contact, and when she lowered herself and took him fully into her heat, he reached out blindly. He just needed to hold on to something – to anything – to ground himself before he flew right the f**k off the bed. His fingers rested on her hips, pulled her down deeper.

"Oh, God..." Olivia's lips parted, her head fell back. "Dallas, you feel so good."

"Move on me." His voice was almost harsh with his need for her. "Take us both there."

She rose and fell on him, her lower lips stretching tightly over his hardness, her p***y muscles pulling on him as strong as hands. He ran his fingers over her neck, her breasts, her ass, and Olivia rode him, her back arching, her breath coming faster and harder. Dallas met her plunging hips, pushing up and into the heart of her, wanting to be as close as he could.

He raised his knees now, and leaned her back against them, tilting her body so that he could drive into her even deeper. She gave a cry as he nudged against her p***y walls, stroking that spot that made her melt, and he felt her whole body shake in response. He held her in position and just thrust and thrust, over and over, slowly losing his mind as he watched her face tighten with pleasure.

"Look at me when you come, sweetheart." He moved faster now, feeling her p***y spasm around him, feeling how close she was. "Give me everything..."

Olivia opened her eyes and gazed down at Dallas. His gorgeous eyes were smoky blue and she stared into them as she felt her orgasm begin. She gave a high-pitched cry, and let herself break apart on him, all around him. The look on her face was so exquisite, her movements so wild and passionate, that Dallas didn't have time to do more than groan her name before his own orgasm ripped through him.

He was still coming inside of her after she had fallen forward and lay motionless on his heaving chest. He opened his mouth against her throat and panted, clutching her tight and close, his hands clenched in her hair. His heart was pounding faster than he thought possible, his whole frame was shaking with aftershocks. Olivia was limp and heavy on him, barely conscious, and he closed his eyes.

He wrapped his huge arms around her, stayed buried deep in her sweet body, whispered in her ear that she was amazing.

After she had recovered a bit, she gently kissed his chest, ran her tongue over the sweat on his collarbone. He shuddered at her touch, and he felt her smile against him.

"You OK, babe?" she asked him, a light note of teasing in her voice.

He gave a kind of groaning laugh. "Barely."

"Ummmm," she said. "You seem kind of exhausted."

"In the best way."

Her eyes were serious as she propped her chin up on her hand and gazed at him. "You didn't get any sleep last night, did you?"

"It's fine Olivia. I'm used to it."

She gave him a lingering kiss on his lips. "You stayed awake so I could rest. Didn't you?"

"I stayed awake so I could be sure you were safe," he said softly. "And I didn't mind at all. Believe me, OK?"

She was silent for a few seconds. "OK."

"But you know what this means, right?" he asked, stroking her hair off her flushed cheeks.

"What?"

"Well, it means that you get to do all the work here." His eyes sparkled with mischief. "I get to just lie down on my back and watch you."

"Oh, really?" she said. "Is that how it works?"

"Damn right, darlin'."

She pretended to think about it. "Well... OK. I guess I can live with that."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

She kissed him, and he was amazed to feel himself hardening again already. He closed his eyes and wondered if this woman was going to be the death of him.