Forbidden Love with the Marine(27)
Olivia’s lust-glazed eyes stared into his hooded orbs and she saw a mirror of her own needs. They’d reached the primal stage of their passion and now all they used was their gut instinct to give each other what they needed. Her nipples started to throb beneath his gaze and she felt his hands roam her body possessively as their hips pumped with accord, bringing cock and * into perfect fusion.
The atmosphere around them was supercharged now, the pressure for completion becoming stronger than ever. Olivia’s little moans of pleasure came louder when Ivan lifted off the pillows to seize one dancing nipple in his mouth. The contact of his warm lips sucking hard on her sensitive bud intensified the sensations taking over the inside of her body. Each thrust sent his cock deeper into her canal and her muscles rhythmically clenched and unclenched around his pounding shaft till he was groaning out her name against the sound of her breast.
“This feels so good,” Olivia purred, amazed how her voice sounded so little like her own. Her * was on fire. She couldn’t help shivering as something fierce and overpowering started to build up inside her core. He was slamming so hard into her, moving his hips upwards with blurring, knifing thrusts. His mouth popped from her breast and she let out a rugged groan.
“Can’t hold back anymore, Liv. You ready?” Ivan rasped.
Olivia could only nod, pants erupting from her open mouth as he angled his hips just so and shafting straight up into her cervix. She had to blink away the spots that started to sprout at the back of her eyelids.
“That’s what I wanted to hear,” growled Ivan. “Now touch your clit, baby. I want to see you rub it hard for me.”
His command made Olivia go pink but she didn’t even think of disobeying. At one, she placed the tips of her fingers on her swollen, slick little button. She’d never touched herself before, instead loving only Ivan’s hand on her sweet spot. But as he was watching so intently, his face creased in a grimace of pleasure-pain, she began to feel a climbing ecstasy at the sensation from her fingers. She pressed down hard and then circled her hood the way she’d seen him do. It felt incredible, coupled with that cock stroking in and out of her with such power and heat.
“Ah...f*ck; you feel that?” Ivan asked on a groan as their jointed members started to throb jointly. Olivia was amazed that she did feel it; her * was quivering with pleasure and in turn, causing his shaft to feel like it was vibrating in response. The stimulation of her clit just sent the pleasure past the clouds and into outer space. Olivia was dazed, her lower face going slack as her climax clawed its way closer.
“Oh, yes!” she cried out in reply, her fingers working faster now as she bounced harder on his pumping hips. “Ivan, I’m gonna...”
She came. It slammed into her like a torpedo had landed against her back, throwing her forward across Ivan’s chest. Groaning loudly, he clasped her to him as he continued to pound into her. Her hips moved with no control from her; it was like having an outer-body experience because she could feel her body still responding though she was already on another plane of reality.
Olivia wasn’t so deep into oblivion that she didn’t feel the massive shock of Ivan slamming so powerfully into her as he started to fill her womb with cum. Olivia heard a cry from afar off and only minutes later did she realize it came from her. It was a long time before their bodies stopped moving, and even longer before their heart rate returned to a normal, restful beat. Olivia buried her face in the space within Ivan’s broad shoulder and simply reveled in the aftermath of their splendid coupling.
Chapter Twenty-One
“Only one more thing left to do,” Ivan announced much, much later when they were snuggled beneath clean sheets, fresh from their shared shower which had involved one sensual, satisfying quickie. Olivia gazed up at him from where her head lay upon his chest.
“I thought we’ve covered everything.”
“Well, there’s still your parents and how I’m going to break it to them that I’ll require their daughter’s hand in marriage.”
Olivia froze; the only thing still moving was her accelerating heart. “What?”
His hands were stroking tenderly over her hair. “Like I said, I was never pegged down for anything long term. But you...you get a man seeing into the future, and how good it can be to have a wife, and kids. A real home of my own.”
“But Ivan...your work.”
He shrugged. “I’ve been given a load of time off to really recuperate from the last mission. Maybe in that period I’ll figure out what I want to do. I can simply retire into the normal field work if I choose not to remain an active Marine out on duty. Or I could go into local or federal law enforcement. But then I could easily just become some kind of private contractor for the government and work in the Middle East or something.”
Olivia squirmed, not sure she was happy about that option but still smiling despite herself. Something told her that no matter what he did if he chose to leave the Marines, he’d find a way to continue to be some sort of “bad ass.”
“I want so much to be your wife and have your kids,” she finally whispered, planting her hand on his broad chest and smoothing lovingly over the ridge of firm muscle.
“That’s done then. Proposal made and accepted,” Ivan said quickly, a deep rumble of laughter making his chest heave. “Was a bit worried about that part.”