Free Sexy Hart (Sexy Series) by Dani Lovell Page A

“Hi…” he says with the most sexy, most gorgeous, cheeky smile I think I’ve ever seen.
    I giggle involuntarily and respond, “Hi…”
    “You’re having a good time up there?”
    “Oh… I’m having a whale of a time… how’s it going down there?”
    “So. Fucking. Good. We need to do this more.”
    I grin, we’ve probably said that before… haven’t we? Anyway, his talking, his playing, his handsome face is making me want to do some favour returning, so I beckon him up to me with my finger. After a small, child-like pout, he takes one last, long, savouring lick which makes me cry out yet again, and crawls up my body until he’s hovering over me.
    “You know, you’re very good at that, Mr. Oliver.” I say, seductively, as I slip my hands around the back of his neck and gently pull him down to me. I kiss him very lightly, letting my lips linger against his.
    “Why, thank you, Miss Clare, I’m so glad that you enjoy my efforts… but let me be totally honest with you, darling, no one feels or tastes quite as perfect as you, so I really don’t need to make ‘effort’ at all, I just do what comes naturally.”
    Yes, I’m swooning like a teenage girl being introduced to Harry Styles. “That so? Well, I’d like to repay your ‘slight efforts’ if I may…”
    “Be my guest, although I’m not done with you yet…”
    I push against the front of his shoulders until he flops sideways and onto his back next to me. It’s a good job these American hotel beds are so huge, if we were in my double bed at home, he’d probably have just slipped off the edge and crashed to the floor.
    I smile as I straddle him and slowly make my way down his body, backwards, until his gloriously springy erection is waving at me. I find it so funny how they have a mind of their own when they’re hard - they just boing all over the place.
    I grab hold of him in one hand and am immediately distracted from the boingy penis giggles. Holding him in my hand again, so solid and ready… wow , it’s enough to make me catch my breath.
    I slowly lower myself until I’m holding his tip right to my lips and I look up at his face as I gently kiss him. I hear him exhale loudly as my eyes close and I take him in, letting him deeper and deeper into my mouth. I can smell shower gel on his hair, the woody, masculine scent now committed to memory, and I suck hard as I lift from him.
    “Oh, Clare… uh…” he says, almost sleepily as I begin the process again, this time twisting my head slightly to let my tongue slide around him. I squeeze gently with my hand at the base of his shaft and slowly raise up and back down, sucking hard, enjoying him. With Oliver, blow jobs are just so ‘doable’ - he’s just right, he has no strange scent or weird shape to overcome - he’s perfect.
    “Fuck, you’re good. I’ve never… never… wow…” he says, deliriously, and I have to hold back a chuckle. He says that every time I have done this to him, and every time, he never finishes the sentence. “I love it…” he groans.
    I continue to enjoy feeling and tasting him until he calls out, urgently, for me to stop. “Come here, please…” he asks so I finish and do as he requests, crawling back up him to straddle his hips with my legs and bend to kiss his mouth. Feeling him between my legs is unbearable. I need him inside.
    He holds my neck as he kisses me and suddenly flips us over, so he’s on top, and continues to kiss my mouth, my jaw, my neck… oh so heavenly.
    He clutches my jaw with his open hand and presses me into the pillow as he kisses me, moaning loudly, excitedly, and he positions himself between my legs so he’s pressing against me. Yes… oh yes! This is going to happen again! I hate how I feel afterwards when we go back to forgetting it ever happened and being just best friends… but while it’s happening… oh god, I feel sexy as hell and oh-so-special.
    He reaches over to the side table, still kissing me, and takes the