Forbidden Love with the Marine(10)

Damn, she was so wet. She was melting for him. Raking on his back with her fingernails as her body began to work itself against him, driving him crazy. He had to finish this soon before he exploded abruptly within her syrupy heat.

Lifting his mouth from her breast, he kissed her lips with tender passion, groaning deeply as she responded with eager pleasure. At the same time, he slanted the thrust of his hips till he heard her gasp in delight against his lips.

“Oh yes...right there. Oh Ivan, the pleasure...it’s killing me. I feel...”

She didn’t say more, and instead arched to meet him, and he felt her muscles grip him harder than ever before. Now that he’d found that perfect angle that would propel them right off the edge, Ivan didn’t stop.

Instead, he snapped; moving like a piston as a mindless rhythm overtook his movements. Their cries of bliss mingled and heightened with every thrust, every smack of his groin against her. Rugged, hungry sounds were torn from his throat as she finally started to ripple around him, her spongy muscles spasming and triggering a rapturous release from Ivan that matched her own. Olivia’s body jerked beneath him as she kept gasping out his name.

Ivan held himself deep inside her until the very last shudder, and until every last ounce of his cum was deposited within her snug heat. He could feel her kissing his face as his body collapsed on top of hers. And yet even as he was swept up with emotions that astounded even him, Ivan knew in his heart that he had just made a grave mistake. And it was up to him to ensure that he put things right by making sure this never happened again...





Chapter Eight


Just after the first time, when he’d carefully been smoothing a fresh, cooling wash cloth over her inner thighs...she’d pulled him up to her soft, quivering body, and begged to be taken again.

Against his better judgment, Ivan had obliged with a zeal that had seemed to surprise and yet excite Olivia all the more. She’d moaned in delight beneath him as he inched his ready hardness slowly into her newly-breached walls and sank in deep to the balls. Her heels were pressed into his butt cheeks which clenched with every consequent thrust.

Being inside her honeyed sheathe once again brought out the feral hunger within him; an earnestness to possess her in totality almost made his brain go blank. All that existed at that moment was her tight, moist ring of heat wrapped around his hard, thickened cock. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead and Ivan gritted his teeth as he fought off the urge to start slamming in and out of her. This time, he’d take it slow...make it last. Take it to multi-levels of bliss...for both of them.


He had ground in slowly with deep, measured thrusts, and each time he plunged, she moaned so long and deeply that the sound seemed to vibrate right through her, causing his balls to tighten and throb with intensified arousal. He had tortured himself with every long-drawn out stroke, knowing he wanted to pound her so deep she’d feel him in her very depths. It had taken all his willpower to keep up the gentle pace when she was so welcoming in her warmth and moistness.

“Oh, Ivan...you’re so big. And hard...and...oh,” Olivia had let out on a shuddery sigh as he’d rocked his hips at just that angle she liked. Already, he could read her body like a book. Anticipated her needs even before she expressed them. Sensed when she was reaching her plateau – and readied to push her over the threshold.

But this time, he held back for as long as he could; wanted to make this coupling even more memorable and exciting than the first time. He felt sure he did. In the end, she seemed to climax even harder than she had just an hour ago. But he couldn’t tell for sure because he’d been too busy tumbling headlong into his own astounding release.

“Olivia,” Ivan whispered in a gruff voice, clasping her nipple roughly in his mouth as his hips suddenly bucked with heedless force. He tried to hold back, but couldn’t. He couldn’t think straight when he was inside her; not when she pulsed so sweetly around his invading shaft.

“Oh, yes...faster,” Olivia moaned, straining off the bed to meet his hungered thrusts. “Fuck me harder. Uhhh...you feel so good inside me. Don’t stop. Please. I’m so close...”

If she’d wanted to drive him round the bend with those words, she succeeded. Ivan let out an animal groan and then ramped up the speed and depths of his thrusts – making her cry out with ecstasy. She grabbed tufts of his hair and dragged his face up so that their lips could clash in a moist, merging kiss. He rumbled deep in his throat with pleasure, feeling the tide rise higher in his surging loins.

He could sense that familiar clasp and clench of her walls around his cock as he stroked in and out of her. Sucking hard on her dancing tongue, he slammed harder, his hips rocking faster than ever before. Olivia’s mouth tore from his as she let out a shrill cry, her fingers digging into his pumping ass. They erupted together in a rush of thrusts and groans, the air filling with their mingling sounds of gratification.

Ivan had felt the same stab of guilt as before as he came down from the tumultuous heights. His brain cleared of the mist that was Olivia and he knew, even as he hated himself for it, that he would take her again before the night was through. So long as she stayed right next to him, he would never be able to resist the enticing heat and softness of her body. And God help him; each time she turned into his arms and kissed him, he reached down to find her wet and willing.

Always.

It drove him insane.