That Lady’s Stalker - Chapter 37

“It’s a beautiful body.”

Her words struck me like a spell, shaking me to my core. Beautiful? I’d never heard such a word directed at me before. Me, beautiful? My hands, which had instinctively moved to cover myself, fell limply at my sides.

Tears threatened to spill, but I held them back. I didn’t want to startle her. While I fought to suppress my emotions, Olivia pressed her lips to my skin.

Her words hadn’t been empty. Her delicate lips moved purposefully across my body, trailing down from my collarbone to my chest. Just as I had taken her sensitive peak into my mouth, she did the same to me. Her hot tongue licked and teased, and then pressed harder against me.

“Ugh! Ah…!”

I couldn’t stop the moans from spilling out. My body arched back on its own. She climbed atop me, pulling my trousers down as she did. I couldn’t resist her.

Her soft hand gripped my throbbing e–ction, slick with prec-m, and began to move up and down, slowly. I felt like I was losing my mind.

Her… Olivia and me… together…! I couldn’t believe it. Her gentle touch made me shudder, and I cried out her name.

“Liv!”

The quick rhythm of her hand suddenly stopped. Frustration surged, and I instinctively reached out to grab her retreating hand.

But then, something impossibly soft and smooth replaced her hand, wrapping around me. My strength left me. Something warm and supple slid over my shaft, and the wet, slippery sounds filled the space around us.

Her lower body was pressed against me. A trembling, involuntary whimper escaped my lips. My mind told me to say no, but my body betrayed me. Something small and rounded teased the tip of my shaft, then slid down the length of it, dragging heat and sensation with it.

It felt like torture. If Olivia had been trying to extract information from me like this, I wouldn’t have lasted a second. I would have confessed everything. I gripped her waist, pressing her closer, grinding against her. It was overwhelming. I was sure I would go mad.

But still, it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted all of her heat to envelop me completely. Greed overtook me, and I unconsciously tightened my grip.

“Stop. Yes… Asher, I want to put it in.”

“No.”

Damn it… Damn it! The curse slipped from my lips without thought. Olivia was utterly shameless. Even as I refused her, my body betrayed my true feelings, my arousal mounting in anticipation.

Fearing I might lose control and force myself on her, I surrendered to her movements. She pinned my arms above my head, leaving me utterly vulnerable beneath her. Slowly, she lowered her hips.

The head of my shaft pushed into her, pressing past the tight, soft heat that enveloped me. It was warm and yielding, parting to take me in. Inch by inch, I felt her heat drawing me in, from the blunt tip to the thick shaft.

The inside of her was hot and slick. It was already overwhelmingly good, but the ridges and folds of her walls seemed intent on driving me crazy.

I couldn’t hold back any longer and gripped Olivia’s waist, pulling her down. The remaining length of my shaft thrust in all at once.

The head of my length bumped into a soft wall inside her, and I could feel the way her inner walls clenched and pulsed around me. It was so tight, it left me breathless.

The pressure was intense. The pleasure that rose from below mixed with a sense of overwhelming satisfaction, and my hips began to move on their own.

“No, no. I can’t invade you like this… Haah… I shouldn’t.”

I held Olivia tightly as she collapsed against my chest, and I thrust upward. As I pulled out, her walls clung to me, squeezing and dragging against my length as if trying to pull me back in.

Her inner muscles tightened around me, moving in rhythm with my thrusts. Lost in the sensations, I failed to notice her reactions.

“Asher, slowly. Please…”

Her trembling voice brought me back to reality. She was in pain. I was hurting her. Because of me—because of this thing attached to me—she was suffering.

I wanted to cry with her. I wanted to tear off the very thing that was causing her pain. Yet, even through the guilt, the tight grip of her walls brought pleasure that made it unbearable.

“Take it slow,” she said softly, her hips beginning to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

I felt the tension in her inner walls gradually ease. Afraid of losing control again, I focused on anything but the heat between us. My hands caressed her long, garnet-like hair and her pearlescent skin.

But it was a cruel irony. The more I touched her, the harder it became to restrain myself. My self-control was stretched thin.

I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek. Hold on. Don’t hurt her. My resolve was crumbling, bit by bit.

“You can move.”

As she finally whispered, the taste of blood lingered in my mouth as I began moving again, carefully, gently, not wanting to cause her pain. At last, I felt like I could breathe.

The passage inside her seemed to open more smoothly now, drawing me deeper, pulling me as if urging me to reach further. Along the way, her tight ridges and folds pressed and rubbed against me, igniting every nerve.

Olivia moved her hips to match mine, and my vision, already clouded with desire, began to darken further. Her soft moans scattered across my bare chest, while below, I was completely drenched in her juices.