Olivia's composure cracked further, small gasps breaking free with each flick of his tongue, each squeeze of his fingers.
"Ah—ah—stop—" she gasped, her voice frail, unconvincing.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes, his lips glistening with her arousal, his voice low and teasing.
She hesitated, biting her lip hard, her hazel eyes hazy with need.
Then, shaking her head, she whispered, "N-no."
He smiled, wicked and warm, and leaned in again, licking deeper, slower, savoring every twitch of her hips, every gasp she couldn't hold back.
His fingers slipped under her blouse, brushing her bare skin, cool and smooth, until they found the band of her bra.
She tensed, but he pushed under, cupping her naked breasts, warm and soft, her nipples stiff against his palms.
He rolled them gently, then pinched, teasing until her moans broke louder, sharper.
