That Lady’s Stalker - Chapter 13
Tracing down her collarbone, he finally reached her peak. As her hips moved rhythmically, he eagerly took her firm n–ple into his mouth. His thick, warm tongue swirled around it like a candy.
Olivia bit her lip to stifle a moan that threatened to escape. While he had been relentless earlier, now that Asher was focused on exploring her, she felt a rush of embarrassment wash over her.
“Don’t stop. Let me hear your voice.”
“A-Asher…!”
When he mumbled against her br-ast without pulling away, it felt different from the direct sucking. Instead of just rubbing, his sharp teeth contrasted with his soft tongue, which alternated between teasing her sensitive spots, heightening her arousal.
As she concentrated on the sensations radiating from her chest, Asher’s lips moved back up to find their way to her mouth. He was obsessive in his exploration, as if he needed to know every part of her.
He stroked her even teeth, playfully licked her soft cheeks, and pressed his tongue deeply, as if he wanted to explore her completely. Finally, he found her tongue, engaging in a passionate dance with it.
It felt as though his gentle movements, reminiscent of a spring breeze, had been a mere illusion, pushing her further into a heated frenzy. Between their connected lips, moans and heavy breaths echoed from their throats.
Olivia frowned as the sensations intensified, crossing over from ticklish to achingly sharp. No matter how much Asher explored and sucked, the thirst within her body remained unquenched.
Her br-asts were already being kneaded under his hands, sending waves of satisfaction through her, but the emptiness below cried out for attention.
Accepting Asher’s kisses and touches, Olivia reached up to explore his neck, gripping the collar of his shirt tightly. With a determined pull, she yanked the shirt apart. The buttons flew off with a pop, revealing his toned torso.
“Olivia!”
Asher pulled back in surprise, and Olivia slipped out from beneath him to sit facing him. She took in the sight of his exposed body. It was solid and muscular, completely different from her own soft and unblemished form.
“I told you to call me Liv.”
Olivia ran her fingers over the scars scattered across his body as she spoke.
“Wait, Olivia.”
“Liv.”
Just moments ago, Asher had looked dazed, as if lost in a dream, but now his eyes cleared, and he gazed at her with newfound focus.
“Right. Liv… my body is ugly. I have so many scars that I need to hide…”
“Stop. It’s a beautiful body. It looks like it was sculpted by an artisan, each part made with care.”
So don’t hide any longer. Olivia pressed her lips against Asher’s collarbone. His warmth matched her own.
The intoxicating scent that enveloped her made her feel dizzy. Her lips brushed against his firm chest, and she gently took one of his small n–ples into her mouth, just as he had done to her.
The sensation of rolling it under her tongue was sweet.
“Ugh! Ah…!”
Was a man’s low moan truly this pleasant? Olivia teased his n–ple with her front teeth, pushing him back down. Climbing back on top of him, she hurriedly unbuckled his pants. His underwear was soaked, likely as much as her own.
“Don’t look…”
His flushed face turned towards her. Despite his words, his shallow movements seemed to cry out for her to look. The large man, aroused and teary-eyed, gazed at her.
Olivia couldn’t hold back any longer. She peeled off his damp underwear. His hardened length, now freed, seemed to greet her eagerly. It throbbed, engorged with anticipation, with clear fluid glistening at the tip.
“Ah!”
The heat of him pulsed in her hand. Moving her hand up and down gently, she rubbed his swollen tip with her thumb, and his thighs trembled in response.
“Ah, ah! Liv!”
The man leaned his head back and desperately called for her, his body writhing under her touch. It was maddeningly e****c.
Olivia removed her own underwear and positioned herself over him. Seeing the powerful man unable to exert himself only fueled her desire to conquer him.
Even though they were already wet, their bodies pressed together. Olivia placed her hands on his chest and slowly rotated her hips. A soft, desperate moan escaped her lips involuntarily.
She felt his hardness pressing against her, gliding up and down as it brushed against her folds.
The sensitive cl–oris was pressed against him, intensifying the sensations flooding her mind, and slickness spilled forth between them. She was unaware that her movements were becoming increasingly urgent.
“Liv. Ah… no. Please…”
“Ugh!”
It felt overwhelmingly good, but not enough. She longed to plunge deeper and scrape within her.
Olivia grasped Asher’s arms tightly as he lifted her. Though he kept saying no, his body moved instinctively.
“Stop. Yes… Asher, I want to put it in.”
“No.”
