The Unseen Enemy Series

Chapter 93

Olivia sat up and crawled over to him. She climbed onto his lap, and he closed his eyes in relief and disbelief as she settled herself there, her long legs wrapped around his waist, her hands resting lightly on his chest.

“Open your eyes, babe,” she said softly.

He did and she gazed up at him, those brown eyes so warm.

“Kiss me,” she said.

With a groan, he cupped her face in his hands and lowered his lips to hers. She shuddered in response and he deepened the kiss, his tongue probing gently. She gasped, opening to him more, her fingers curled around his shirt, and he growled.

“You’re so sweet, baby,” he said. “You taste as good as I imagined… I just bet you’re that hot and sweet everywhere, aren’t you?”

At his words, her whole body went weak with desire. She couldn’t quite believe that she was kissing Dallas, after weeks of wanting to do just that. The man was huge and hard, and the tender way he touched her almost brought tears to her eyes. She moaned against his mouth and he kissed her again, harder and deeper, with more urgency.

Olivia pulled her lips away and he paused, wondering if she’d changed her mind. Then he saw her cross her arms in front of her body and pull his t-shirt up and over her head, and he sucked in a breath. She was naked and gorgeous and all wrapped around him, and Dallas felt the heat of her even through his jeans.

“Olivia.” His voice was husky with want. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”

She took his one hand in both of hers and pulled the index finger into her mouth, gently sucking on it, then releasing it. Her eyes were bright with lust, and his c**k hardened as her tongue flicked the end of his finger, teasing him.

“I believe you,” she whispered. She moved his hand over her breasts now, down her flat stomach. His fingers found her hot, wet centre and they both groaned. “Touch me, Dallas.” Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she shifted her hips to give him greater access. “Please…”

He lowered his forehead to her shoulder, and watched his hand slide between her supple thighs. Her back arched and her head fell back as his thick finger stroked her slit, teasing her. Her breath came faster as he gently parted her lower lips with two fingers and lazily circled his thumb around her c**t, around and around, not touching it. She shut her eyes, silently begging for him to press on that taut bundle of nerves.

Dallas took her n****e in his mouth, sucking on it, his tongue and fingers swirling at the same time. Olivia’s whole body was lifting to offer herself to him – her breasts, her hips – and he fought to stay in control. He wanted this first time to be good for her, and so that meant not just throwing her under him and taking her right away.

Slow, man. Take a breath.

He moved to kiss her other breast now, his hand still stroking her p***y, his fingers slick with her arousal. She gave a long moan, whispered his name. He gripped the back of her neck, and pulled her mouth to his again. As their lips met, his middle finger slid inside her tight channel, and her whole body stiffened against him. He pushed in farther, felt her p***y flutter around his finger, and his c**k pulsed.

“Dallas!” she cried out; he heard the pleading and vulnerability in her voice.

“Shhhh, baby,” he said. “I’ve got you… let it happen. Just let me do this for you, OK?”

She nodded and relaxed again. Her thighs fell open wider now, and he slipped a second finger inside her heat, moving in and out of her at a slow, steady pace. She moved her hips in time with his rhythm, rising and falling on his fingers, and he murmured encouragement against her hot mouth.

Dallas knew she was starting to ride the wave now; her p***y muscles were tensing up around his fingers, her breaths were closer to gasps. He waited until she was moving back and forth on him, her thrusts hard and smooth, then he pressed his thumb down on her c**t, let up for a heartbeat, pushed down again.

At his second touch, Olivia’s orgasm hit her right away, taking them both by surprise. She gave a broken cry and shook against him, her p***y throbbing and releasing strong enough to clamp down and tug him farther in.

Dallas pulled her closer to him, felt her fingernails dig into his upper arms even through his t-shirt. Her face was buried in his shoulder, and she was calling his name over and over again as she came.

The flexing and relaxing on his fingers slowed down, stopped. Olivia collapsed on him, and he slowly moved his hands up her hips, up her back, clenched them in that glorious tumbled hair. She was gasping now, trying to catch her breath, and Dallas smiled.

Holy f**k, she’s so passionate, so hot. I never thought she’d let herself go like that; not the first time.