Forbidden Love with the Marine(17)
Nerve-endings she’d never known were present spiked to life within her anal entrance. She heard his groans of delight as he rimmed her ravenously. He then pushed his two middle fingers into her sodden * below and caused a china-breaking scream of pleasure to pour from her lips.
Olivia had never known pleasure like this. Ivan continued to lap in between her quivering globes while his fingers f*cked in and out of her *. Olivia’s whole being was centered on all the sensations being brought to the surface. With her in this position, she felt totally exposed and at his mercy as he pleasured her beyond her wildest dreams.
The sounds of her deep moans blended with the moist smack of his fingers thoroughly pounding her * walls. He would kill her with ecstasy if he didn’t stop. Panting, she cried, “Ivan, please! I want to cum when you’re deep inside me. Oh lord...just f*ck me; now. Or I’m going to lose my mind.”
“You want me? You really want me inside?” he asked softly, lifting his head from between her ass and planting tender, hungry kisses over the length of her back.
“Yes!” Olivia all but sobbed out loud. Every inch of her was on fire to be claimed by him. Her walls contracted around his thrusting fingers and she knew she sought a more substantial invasion. To her delight, he chose not to keep her waiting.
Retrieving his fingers, he positioned himself behind her with his hands holding her hips in a powerful grip. Instinctively, Olivia arched her spine and sank her face lower into the pillows while her ass tilted higher in the air.
“Ah...f*ck,” Ivan groaned, his fingers tightening on her flesh as Olivia could only imagine the view he was getting of her raised butt. Her * was invitingly exposed and she ground her hips seductively in the air as if to hasten his intended entry.
“Damn, Olivia. That’s just...damn.” His cock edged close and she could feel the tip slide along her moist slit. Olivia’s moan vibrated through her.
“Do it, Ivan. Fuck me. Do it so I’ll still feel it long after you’re gone.”
His answer was to let out a throbbing groan, followed by thick swearing under his breath. His cock was still poised at her *’s entrance while he ran his hands all over her ass cheeks, groping and massaging with carnal pleasure. Pushing the juicy orbs apart, he rasped, “This is going to bring out the beast in me, Olivia.”
“In both of us,” Olivia rejoined, tossing a look over her shoulder at him. She licked on her lips sultrily and saw his eyes darken to black. “Don’t hold back, Ivan – because I won’t. I need you so bad.”
“Lord help me, I need you too, baby. So f*cking much it’s unreal.”
Olivia was panting with need by this time, and dug her fingers into the sheets in expectation of that first, powerful thrust of cock. Ivan guided his tip right to the very seam of her * and planted himself where her lips could feel his meaty crown poising to occupy the waiting moistness and softness within.
Olivia knew she’d asked for it, but the sudden heave of his hips sent that thick, long cock surging into her so deep she gasped in shock. She’d almost forgotten how immense he was in relation to her tightness. He grunted and then froze as her walls pulsated around his length. Olivia could hardly breathe as her inner muscles felt like they were being stretched beyond limit. And yet, even as her belly clinched with the sweet agony, she knew it wasn’t enough.
“More,” she urged, her voice unrecognizable to her own ears. She heard Ivan release a triumphant groan at that request, and slammed the rest of the way in.
Chapter Twelve
When Olivia woke up the next morning, Ivan was gone. Tears pooled her eyes once she realized she was alone in the love-tousled sheets. All at once, the rush of memories so thick with passion filled her mind, and she sobbed softly into the pillow. Her still aching * twitched within her mound as she recalled how good it had felt when he’d first plunged within her moist vaginal canal.
“So...f*cking...tight,” Ivan had groaned, the inflection of his voice deepening as he sank balls deep inside her.
He had then started to move, and in the process he shook her whole world. She simply dripped cream, making his venture a more slippery and sumptuous one as her snug walls jealously Velcroed to his length.
Olivia could have cum ten times in the period that Ivan rammed deep into her from the back. His unrelenting and purposeful speed sent her senses twirling beyond reality and into a subspace of utter bliss. He made it feel so good she was moaning his name each time he thrust with rapacious force. Every time he went in, he sank himself to the balls and caused his groin to smack into her ass. Olivia loved the sensation of his big, heavy balls swinging against the underside of her *.
There was so much to experience at once that it was a wonder she lasted so long. But then every time she edged closer to her orgasm, he saw it coming and held back, keeping her just on the brink. “Not yet, little dove...not yet,” he kept on saying, each time she bucked hard against him and begged for release.
Endless ages passed and Olivia submitted herself totally to his mastery, safe in the knowledge that he knew exactly when he wanted her to plummet from her peak and into her waiting orgasm.
Ivan then leaned forward over her arched spine and tugged on her hair until she twisted backwards to meet his questing lips. As they shared a molten kiss, he cupped her breast with one hand while the other slid down her belly to her greedy little clit. Slamming into her * with his belly-scuttling thrusts, he stroked on her clit at the same time fondling her heavy breasts. Olivia was enraptured, thrown by his skill as every nerve cell she had burst into brilliant life.