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it.”
Could I handle it? She wasn't sure, but that was more about not knowing what to expect than it was about not wanting to try. The idea excited her, that much was for sure. And if agreeing to at least give it a go meant more time with Michael taking her body and making it feel the way it had tonight, she wanted to try. Had to.
She told him her thoughts, eager to show him that she had every intention of being honest. “It's no different from any intimate relationship I've ever been in, if you think about it,” she said, snuggling into his chest when he lay down against the pillows.
“ Is that so?”
Olivia laughed. He'd taken her comment as a challenge ; she could hear it in his voice. She had an inkling she was gonna enjoy finding out how he intended to prove her wrong, but there was plenty of time to tease him later. “No, I don't mean it that way. I mean, I've liked some of things my partners have done, others I haven't.”
“ What have you liked?” Michael's voice had dropped to that husky whisper again, the one that had the power to make her panties melt. Or would have if she was wearing any. As it was, her pussy got wet instantly, and she became conscious of a small but powerful pulse that suddenly kicked into life deep inside her vagina. Olivia opened her mouth to speak, but Michael stopped her with an all too brief kiss. “No. Don't tell me. I want to find out for myself.”
“ Okay.” She had no doubt he would, too. Olivia wished she shared his self-confidence. Does he like to take control because no woman has ever truly satisfied him? Is it the only way he could enjoy sex? Suddenly, she had to know. “What about you? What do you like?”
“ You.”
She gave him a dig in the ribs, one he had the good manners to pretend actually hurt. “Be serious.”
“ I am, Liv. I'm serious as a fucking heart attack.”
“ Forget I asked.”
“ Don't look at me like that. I meant it. Don't you know yet how much you turn me on?”
“ Yeah, I kind of do.” She grinned to show she was joking, but didn't let him off the hook. “You want me to trust you, right? I want to, but I need to know you aren't still shutting me out, the way you used to.”
“ I'm not. And I won't.” Michael got off the bed and stood beside her. Olivia let her gaze drift over him once more until it drew level with his groin and the semi-erect penis dangling inches from her grasp. Her fingers tingled with the urge to reach out and grab it, but he stepped away before she could act on the impulse.
“ Where are you going?”
Michael stopped grabbing his clothes up from the floor. “I was going to get you something to drink. Are you still addicted to coffee?”
“ Yes, but it's the last thing I want right now.”
“ Have you got any wine? Or maybe you just want a glass of water?”
“ No, I don't want anything to drink, you dope. I want you.”
He dropped his clothes back to where he'd just retrieved them and held his arms wide. “You've already got me, Liv.”
“ Have I, really?” Olivia climbed out of bed and walked over to where Michael stood. Grabbing his hands, she pulled him closer and sighed with relief as her soft flesh yielded around the planes of his heavily muscled torso. “How do I know you're not still shutting me out?”
“ Ask me anything. I'll tell you the truth, I swear.”
Olivia stared into his eyes to watch his reaction as she spoke. “Tell me, in graphic detail, what you've always fantasized about doing to me. Or what you want me to do to you.”
His eyes glittered for a moment , and she could tell he was thinking of something very dark, and, she hoped, very dirty. But then the shutters fell, and he hid his gaze.
“ Just standing here like this, with you looking at me like that, is all I've ever wanted.”
Olivia smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, placing her lips against the shell of his ear. “I think I know what it is you really want,” she whispered.
Could I handle it? She wasn't sure, but that was more about not knowing what to expect than it was about not wanting to try. The idea excited her, that much was for sure. And if agreeing to at least give it a go meant more time with Michael taking her body and making it feel the way it had tonight, she wanted to try. Had to.
She told him her thoughts, eager to show him that she had every intention of being honest. “It's no different from any intimate relationship I've ever been in, if you think about it,” she said, snuggling into his chest when he lay down against the pillows.
“ Is that so?”
Olivia laughed. He'd taken her comment as a challenge ; she could hear it in his voice. She had an inkling she was gonna enjoy finding out how he intended to prove her wrong, but there was plenty of time to tease him later. “No, I don't mean it that way. I mean, I've liked some of things my partners have done, others I haven't.”
“ What have you liked?” Michael's voice had dropped to that husky whisper again, the one that had the power to make her panties melt. Or would have if she was wearing any. As it was, her pussy got wet instantly, and she became conscious of a small but powerful pulse that suddenly kicked into life deep inside her vagina. Olivia opened her mouth to speak, but Michael stopped her with an all too brief kiss. “No. Don't tell me. I want to find out for myself.”
“ Okay.” She had no doubt he would, too. Olivia wished she shared his self-confidence. Does he like to take control because no woman has ever truly satisfied him? Is it the only way he could enjoy sex? Suddenly, she had to know. “What about you? What do you like?”
“ You.”
She gave him a dig in the ribs, one he had the good manners to pretend actually hurt. “Be serious.”
“ I am, Liv. I'm serious as a fucking heart attack.”
“ Forget I asked.”
“ Don't look at me like that. I meant it. Don't you know yet how much you turn me on?”
“ Yeah, I kind of do.” She grinned to show she was joking, but didn't let him off the hook. “You want me to trust you, right? I want to, but I need to know you aren't still shutting me out, the way you used to.”
“ I'm not. And I won't.” Michael got off the bed and stood beside her. Olivia let her gaze drift over him once more until it drew level with his groin and the semi-erect penis dangling inches from her grasp. Her fingers tingled with the urge to reach out and grab it, but he stepped away before she could act on the impulse.
“ Where are you going?”
Michael stopped grabbing his clothes up from the floor. “I was going to get you something to drink. Are you still addicted to coffee?”
“ Yes, but it's the last thing I want right now.”
“ Have you got any wine? Or maybe you just want a glass of water?”
“ No, I don't want anything to drink, you dope. I want you.”
He dropped his clothes back to where he'd just retrieved them and held his arms wide. “You've already got me, Liv.”
“ Have I, really?” Olivia climbed out of bed and walked over to where Michael stood. Grabbing his hands, she pulled him closer and sighed with relief as her soft flesh yielded around the planes of his heavily muscled torso. “How do I know you're not still shutting me out?”
“ Ask me anything. I'll tell you the truth, I swear.”
Olivia stared into his eyes to watch his reaction as she spoke. “Tell me, in graphic detail, what you've always fantasized about doing to me. Or what you want me to do to you.”
His eyes glittered for a moment , and she could tell he was thinking of something very dark, and, she hoped, very dirty. But then the shutters fell, and he hid his gaze.
“ Just standing here like this, with you looking at me like that, is all I've ever wanted.”
Olivia smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, placing her lips against the shell of his ear. “I think I know what it is you really want,” she whispered.
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