Ordering Olivia

by Allie Standifer

  The pull of his mouth changed just as she got used to one rhythm. He kept her off balance and unsure of the next assault. He devoured her nipple with hot strokes intermingled with solid, stupefying sucks.

  She didn’t know where her flesh stopped and Ethan’s mouth started. She was beyond all hint of sanity as she begged him with her mouth and body to finish it, finish her.

  Instead of giving in and easing her body’s torment, Ethan continued his seductive torture and all Livia could do was hang on.

  The pearls stroked her skin as they unravelled from her heaving chest and teased their way down her body. The erotic motions were both smooth and sensuous as the pearls swayed across her sensitised flesh. Her body shook.

  The damp pull of Ethan’s lips floated across the narrow valley between her breasts, then latched on to the other nipple. It was an addictive pleasure-pain. The sensation of his avid mouth was almost too much for her already too sensitive body.

  “Now… inside me now.”

  With his lips and tongue busy diverting her, Ethan opened her thighs, until she was open and vulnerable to his every touch and gaze. He slowly pushed the long strand of priceless jewels deep inside her. She hadn’t even known he’d moved them between her thighs.

  Livia squirmed on the sheets. The feeling was foreign and strange. They didn’t hurt, but she’d never been so aware of her body’s hungry grasp until now. The necklace felt a mile long. And Ethan never moved past a snail’s pace.

  “Ethan—” She started to object, unsure she wanted the sense of the alien items inside her, stuffing her full of unfamiliar sensations and cravings.

  “Trust me.” He pressed the softly spoken words against her skin then continued to tongue her.

  The last few beads of the strand caressed her sensitive flesh before they were pushed deep inside her.

  Ethan lifted his head from her breast to gaze at her. “Does it hurt?”

  “Not I…feel full, hot…”

  He took her mouth as if he was desperate for her. “Tell me if you like this?” And he started pulling the beads out of her with excruciating sluggishness.

  The feeling took Livia where she’d never been before, a place full of pulsing lights, erotic tastes and overwhelming sensations. She pushed against it and used her hands to try and shove the invasion away.

  Ethan was unyielding. He captured her wrists and held them flat against the bed with one hand. She moved her legs, impatient for the next touch or sensation. He dropped his leg over hers to hold her to the bed. With her body essentially held captive, Livia still bucked as each smooth orb slipped out, wet and probably gleaming from the juices of her desire. Ethan made sure each bead nudged the bud of her clit. He was relentless in his desire to push her high, always over the next cliff. Her head whipped over the pillows, and she dug her nails into his hand.

  Ethan paused, his cheekbones standing out in stark relief on his face. A muscle ticked in his taut cheek.

  “Love me?” he whispered in a desperate tone. There was a thread of strain there, along with a clear blaze of love shining down on her.

  Livia didn’t bother to catch her breath. It bellowed out in shuddering gasps. She nodded. “I’m being held down while you push a stand of priceless pearls into my body, what do you think?”

  Ethan’s laugh throbbed alongside her skin. “It must be love.” The silky pearls massaged against the exposed flesh of her clit.

  “It must be,” she agreed. “I only let the man I love tease me this way.” Then she focused on the talented hands on her lover.

  Wicked. The magnificent, feverish pleasure was addictive to Livia. Her freed feet pushed into the bed, her body swirled as her pussy clenched. She moaned as the feeling of fullness and need besieged her.

  The feelings carried her away. She tried yanking herself back, even while her body arched in response to the drag of the necklace against her most susceptible flesh. She felt the whisper of each single pearl as they stroked her with delicate, maddening, intimate pressure.

  She pounded her heels against the mattress while her head swept back and force across the pillow.

  Ethan wouldn’t end the delicious torment. He had to know her body couldn’t take another leap into pleasure. Yet he was adamant in proving to Livia she could.

  She wanted to wail and scream, but talented male fingers stole the last remaining breath from her throat.

  Slowly, he removed the priceless jewellery, ensuring the jewels did their magic as they were pulled from her weeping body, inch by slow inch.

  She couldn’t remember how long the necklace was. Ethan should have reached the end by now. Or was it only her hazy desire that made the nerve racking, pulse pounding pleasure seem to last for hours, if not days.

  She pleaded with him for urgency, and his hot mouth and tender lips silenced her objection. She tried to bring her body up to shove him away, or to pull him near, but he caged her limbs.

  A choked sound escaped her throat, and still, she refused to give into the crowd of feelings. Terrified to allow herself fall into the vast satisfaction on the other side.

  Then Ethan took the choice away from her. His mouth clamped tightly around her clit. The sucking sensation combined with the pearls’ erotic touch shot her straight over the immense ocean of pleasure.

  Her body shattered as her orgasm went on and on and on. Ethan continued to torment her, withdrawing those damn pearls one bead at a time while his lips and tongue kept her climax pulsing.

  She cried out his name in a long, heartfelt moan as she came. And came. And came.

  Ethan yanked her into his arms, feeling the quakes that still trembled through her body. They were both slick with sweat and her release. His cock pulsed and his balls ached from the extended denial. But he’d done what he’d set out to do.

  She loved him. Olivia had said she loved him. His heart felt light as hope flooded him for the first time since he’d stepped foot back in her apartment.

  She dozed in his arms, until his pulse finally slowed.

  He started building her up all over again. Olivia moaned in protest as he pressed kisses down the centre of her body and closed his mouth over her puffy nether lips.

  “I love the scent of you. The clean fresh taste of you,” he breathed against her warm flesh. “Crap, you’re tight.”

  She slid her fingers through his thick hair as he supported her hips with his callused hands and dragged her lax body closer.

  “I will never come again,” she told him feebly. His tongue thrust inside her, and she whimpered soft and quiet. “Okay, maybe once more.”

  Ethan watched as he pushed his lover over the border and into another climax. He’d never had another woman respond this easily to his every touch. He couldn’t wait to spend years learning how susceptible she really was.

  As she quaked and sobbed, Ethan guided his aching body over her and enclosed himself in her juicy sheath, for the first time in his sexual life resenting the thin barrier of latex separating them. He’d stashed a couple in the pocket of his shorts in case he worked things out with Olivia. Never once dreaming they’d worked out this well.

  He jumped and shuddered with the power of their joining. His climax came roaring down his spine within minutes as his balls drew up. His toes curled and the world dimmed around him. Everything thing he was or would be centred on the women beneath him and the way her body clutched and viced around him. His shout of absolute rapture and triumph could probably be heard all the way downstairs.

  As soon as he got his breath back, he rolled over, taking Olivia with him. Still rigid with lust, eager and throbbing deep within her body, Ethan caressed her sweaty back with a trembling hand.

  He wanted all of her at once; he wanted her to feel the same desperate need he felt. And maybe, just maybe, if he did this well enough, he’d be able to show her half of what he was feeling.

  He loved her. It was too fast, not sensible and the most ridiculous wonderful thing that had ever happened to him.

  Wi
th a moan, he pulled her head down and kissed her mouth deeply, consuming her, taking what he could because he couldn’t stop himself. Her sweet body caressed every inch of his.

  “I need you so much,” he whispered against her kiss swollen lips.

  “Then move, damn it.” His lush love fairly growled out the demand.

  He laughed, surprised at himself. Fun and games never had a place in the bedroom before. Everything Olivia brought into his life was new, fresh and fun.

  Then she whispered the one thing able to destroy his composure.

  “I love you.”

  Ethan’s body bucked as everything but Olivia shattered into nothingness around him.

  It wasn’t the love-confirming, smooth and easy lovemaking he wanted it to be. Instead, Ethan anchored a hand in her hair and held her face still for an all-consuming, wet kiss that made it impossible to breathe, impossible to think. He stroked hard within her. Pushing his hips hard against hers until the only sound in the room was the wet slap of flesh against flesh and their mixed moans of desire and need.

  He felt it as Olivia’s climax took her over. Her fingers dug roughly into his arms, her legs clamped down around his hips as she thrust her hips down, fast and deep, wringing as much pleasure as she could from their connection.

  Olivia’s release pushed him over the edge. He lifted his head, locked his jaw tight, never took his eyes off Olivia and gave a raw groan as pleasure took over. His balls trembled with the force of his release.

  Sweating and panting, Ethan dropped his hands from Olivia’s hips and let his whole body sink into the mattress.

  “Still think those pearls weren’t a gift for me?” he muttered, trying to catch his breath.

  Her muffled laughter against his chest reached his ears and tailed over his still thrumming body.

  If Olivia thought the pearls were something wait until she got a load of her other present. A perfect string of thumb-sized amber beads. He couldn’t wait for her to unwrap those.

  With a supreme effort, Ethan wrapped his arms around his love, the one gift that would continue to give him love, joy and happiness for the rest of his life.

  About the Author

  Allie Standifer lived in various countries around the world. The gift of travel has her to accurately describe the scent and feel of far off place and feed her overactive imagination.

  Her life has been one of constant adventure. From growing up in Saudi Arabia where her brother tried to sell her to Bedouins (for what amounts to less than $1.50), it’s been non-stop. And she loves every minute of it.

  Ideas, plots, characters and conversations keep her company from inside her head and fuel her need to right. And now, they don’t tell her to start fired. J Tired of everyday stories, Allie’s tales have a decidedly paranormal twist to the. They’re filled with past lives, chain e-mail sending oracles, mythical creatures, magic, sexy gods and heroines who know exactly what they want and aren’t afraid to get it.

  Any free time is spent spoiling two nieces and two nephews, pumping them up on sugar and caffeine, buying them very loud toys, then sending them back to their parents. The perfect revenge for all the slights of being the youngest child.

  When not writing or contributing to the delinquency of minors, Allie enjoys anything to do with the ocean, reading, trying to outsmart her psycho cat and spending time with her wonder and supportive family.

  Email: Allie@Allie-Standifer@yahoo.com

  Allie loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.total-e-bound.com.

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