Chapter 38. Throes of Passion

Olivia remains the sexiest woman I've ever seen. 

Even disheveled, she looked like a playboy model.

Her dark hair, mussed, splayed out like silk ribbons on the pillow, eyes wide, eyeliners smudged.

“Mmm.” She rocked her hips now, and my nails dug into her thighs.

“Stay still, baby.” I gritted my teeth. 

I had to savor her body, enjoy this surreal moment of finally being balls deep inside her.

If she moved again, I would bust.

She opened her eyes, caught me admiring her body, and sucked on her bottom lip.

“Don’t do that.” My breath caught, and I lowered my chest over hers till I could feel her breath and she could feel mine.

Then I began to move.

Her lips fell open, in a surprised O, and hell, she was incredibly sexy at that moment.

I ground my hips in a slow thrust, letting my shaft massage every inch of her velvet course, obsessed with every bit of the textured softness.

She squirmed under me, moaning my nam