The dim light of the moon cast an ethereal glow through the floortoceiling windows of Ethan Blackwood's penthouse office. Olivia's heart raced as she stood before him, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. The air crackled with tension, the unspoken desire between them palpable and overwhelming.
Ethan's piercing gaze raked over her body, his eyes darkening with lust. In a single fluid motion, he closed the distance between them, his hands gripping her waist possessively. Olivia gasped as he spun her around and pressed her against the cold glass, the city lights twinkling beneath them.
"I've wanted you for so long," Ethan murmured against her neck, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. His hands roamed over her curves, hiking up the hem of her skirt to expose the lace of her panties.
Olivia's moans filled the room as Ethan's fingers traced the edge of her underwear. She arched into his touch, craving more. "Please," she begged, grinding against his hand.
Ethan growled low in his throat, tearing off her panties with a swift tug.
Ethan's fingers delved into Olivia's wet heat, stroking her swollen folds with expert precision. She cried out, her head falling back against his shoulder as he circled her clit, driving her wild with desire.
"Ethan," she panted, her hips bucking against his hand. "I need you inside me."
He spun her back around, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he unbuckled his belt and freed his throbbing erection. Olivia wrapped her hand around his shaft, pumping him slowly as she guided him to her entrance.
With a single thrust, Ethan sheathed himself deep inside her. Olivia's moan echoed through the room as he filled her completely, stretching her walls to accommodate his impressive size. He began to move, his hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm that stole the breath from her lungs.
"Yes," she gasped, meeting his thrusts eagerly. "Harder."
Ethan obliged, pounding into her with a fierce intensity that bordered on primal.
Their bodies moved in perfect sync, the sound of their flesh slapping together mingling with Olivia's moans and Ethan's guttural groans. He lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist as he drove into her even deeper, hitting that sweet spot that made her see stars.
"Come for me," Ethan commanded, his voice husky with desire. "I want to feel you squeeze my cock."
His words sent Olivia spiraling over the edge. Her body convulsed, her inner walls clamping down on Ethan's shaft as she rode out the most intense orgasm of her life. Ethan followed soon after, his release hot and thick inside her as he spilled himself deep within her womb.
Ethan held Olivia close as they caught their breath, their hearts racing in sync. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his touch a stark contrast to the fierce passion of moments before.
"That was..." Olivia began, her voice trembling slightly.
"Amazing," Ethan finished, pulling back to look at her. His eyes searched hers, a mix of satisfaction and something deeper, more profound.
He helped her straighten her clothes, his fingers lingering on her skin. "We should talk," he said softly. "About us, about what this means."
Olivia nodded, biting her lip nervously. She knew this moment would come, the moment when reality crashed back in and they had to confront the consequences of their actions.
Ethan took her hand, leading her to the couch. He sat down, pulling her onto his lap and wrapping his arms around her waist. "I don't want this to be a onetime thing," he admitted, his gaze intense. "I want you, Olivia. All of you."
She swallowed hard, her heart fluttering in her chest. "I want you too," she whispered. "But we have to be careful. Your reputation... my job..."
Ethan's jaw clenched, a flicker of determination in his eyes. "Let me worry about that," he said firmly. "I'll handle any repercussions. You just focus on us."
Olivia hesitated, torn between her desire for Ethan and the rational part of her brain screaming at her to be cautious. But as she looked into his eyes, she saw the sincerity there, the promise of something real and meaningful.
"Okay," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him softly. "But we have to keep it quiet for now. Just until we figure out how to navigate this situation."
Ethan nodded, his hand sliding up her back to tangle in her hair. "Agreed,"
Ethan smiled, his thumb brushing against Olivia's cheek. "Good," he murmured. "Now, how about we continue this conversations in a more comfortable setting?"
He stood, lifting Olivia effortlessly into his arms. She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck as he carried her towards the bedroom.
"I think that's a excellent idea," she said, pressing a kiss to his jawline.
Ethan kicked open the bedroom door, gently laying Olivia on the plush comforter. He crawled over her, his eyes darkening with desire once more.
"I hope you're ready for a long night," he growled playfully. "Because I'm not done with you yet."
Olivia's heart raced as Ethan captured her lips in a searing kiss, his hands already roaming over her curves.
The night wore on, a blur of tangled sheets, desperate moans, and sweatslicked skin. Ethan and Olivia explored each other's bodies with a hunger that seemed insatiable, their passion burning brighter with each passing hour.
As the first light of dawn crept through the windows, they lay entwined, their breaths mingling in the cool air. Ethan traced lazy patterns on Olivia's bare back, his touch gentle and possessive.
"You're incredible," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I could get used to waking up next to you every morning."
Olivia smiled softly, her fingers playing with the hair on his chest. "Me too," she admitted. "But we still have to be careful. We can't let anyone find out about us... not yet."
Ethan nodded, his expression serious. "I know," he said. "But that doesn't mean we can't make the most of our time together."
He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow. His gaze raked over Olivia's naked form appreciatively.
"Starting now,"