Page 13 of A Diagnosis Dark & Deadly
“They just get in the way,” she explained, before crawling on top of him, and then finally sliding ontohim.
They both let out a sigh, and Olivia had to pause a quick moment, getting used to him inside of her. When she was comfortable, she began moving against him back and forth, back and forth. He watched her move against him, her stomach stretching back and crunching with every movement. Her hair was now completely messy but seemed to work for her in this environment. Her cheeks were slightly red, her beautiful face contorted in a very sexy disgruntled face as she lost herself in her action. Her breasts bounced with every pump, her nipples erect. He had to touchthem…
Reaching up towards her chest, his fingers caressing and coaxing her. She let out a sharp gasp, her eyes opening and falling into his. The bright green had darkened to a forest green, and he smirked up at her. Her hands were pressing on his chest, but he felt no pain. Along with his fingers on her breasts, her clitoris was being stimulated as she rocked against him, and soon she felt her eyes slip closed once again.
“Yes!” she exclaimed breathlessly as she felt the lower half of her body began to grow numb. “Godyes!”
He smiled at her enthusiasm and dropped his hands to grip her slender waist. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, even as she felt him tighten her walls against him. Her breathing became quicker and he knew she was ready. With one last thrust, she felt herself floating, her body light, engulfed with pleasure. She managed to continue moving, making sure that Mason got his aswell.
It came as a surprise to him. He had become so distracted by watching her ride him that he didn’t realize he was nearly ready until it happened. His groan was loud with surprise, and his fingers tightened their hold on her. She kept on moving against him, wanting him to get as much out of this as she did. When she was sure he had finished, she leaned down toward him and trailed soft kisses along his jaw line. He lazily wrapped his arms around her, and she smiled at him. With one last kiss, she rolled off of him so he could clean himself off, trying to catch her breath and hoping she didn’t smell too bad. When he finished, he crawled in beside her but stayed on his side of the bed. They both needed time to cooloff.
After a few silent moments, Olivia wiggled over to him, resting her head on the crevice of his shoulder. She placed her hand on his chest and began to idly trace mindless patterns in his light chest hair. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her even closer to him, and then, unexpectedly, placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
Olivia smiled at the small, meaningful gesture. “Thanks for the flower,” she told him softly.
Mason smiled as well. “You’re welcome.”