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

condom, ripping open the wrapper with his teeth and discarding it on the floor. He moves both hands in-between my legs and does what he needs to do with the slippery, rubbery contraption, before bringing one hand back up to my face - the other gently caressing my clitoris - before guiding himself towards me and slowly pushing inside.
    “Oh… yes…” I cry loudly as I feel him fill me, pushing deeper. It’s divine.
    His moans match mine as he begins to move, grinding deep and slow, all the while kissing me like he’s more in love with me than anyone else in the world. How does he do that? No other man I have ever slept with is able to act so well - how does Oliver manage it? I suppose that’s why he’s so irresistible; girls can’t help but adore him when they see his wonderfully doting nature in the bedroom.
    We move together, clinging on to one another and crying out in pleasure as we get closer and closer to ecstasy, his thrusts becoming harsher and faster. We lick and bite, growl and moan as we become more desperate; my fingernails have a mind of their own, digging into his flesh until it reddens - and again like someone has pressed a button, we both explode together, yelling each other’s names so loudly that the neighbouring rooms must be able to hear. Thank god everyone that knows us is further down the hallway.
    It takes a good few minutes for us to come around, Oliver still heavily on top of me, panting, our bodies hot and damp. “Wow…” he sighs, kissing my neck.
    “Uh huh…” I respond between breaths, “…wow.”
    “You know how to make the earth move, don’t you, darling?”
    I giggle. “Well, some things just come naturally…”
    He smiles against my neck and moans as he slips out of me and immediately crawls off the bed to head to the bathroom, to dispose of the condom, no doubt.
    I lay still for a moment before coming to and crawling under the covers. It’s one thing being totally naked before sex - that’s exciting - but afterwards I become horribly self-conscious, like they’re going to see me differently now they're not super-horny and thinking about penis and vagina. I wonder if I should put clothes on… usually our sexual encounters aren’t over-night affairs, we have the fun and then say goodnight, but Oliver asked to stay this evening… I wonder if he’ll still want to.
    “Hey…” he calls from the bathroom doorway, making me jump a little, “…what’s with the covers?”
    “Oh… uh… I just felt a bit cold.”
    “Okay, well I’ll just have to warm you up,” he says, crawling into bed next to me, under the covers, “give us a hug.”
    He wraps his arms around me from behind and pulls me into him. Wow, I don’t think I’ve spooned in forever! Well, I have, of course, but not for a very, very long time. “You okay?” he asks.
    “Yeah, I’m great. Did you enjoy that?”
    “Do you need to ask? Clare, it was… uh… it was so good. I have thought that since the very first time we were intimate, a couple of years ago, but this time? This was… you were…” he exhales heavily.
    “Maybe it’s because of everything with Stacy, maybe you just have a huge feeling of relief and coming here to be intimate with someone else - maybe it was what you needed.”
    “Yeah, I am definitely relieved about Stacy… but it wasn’t about being with someone else, I have been thinking about this non-stop for weeks. With you. I’m sure you could tell the other night at the hospital - I couldn’t control it, I had wanted you for such a long time. And even after that, my need didn’t diminish; it just got stronger, like I proved myself right.”
    “What do you mean proved yourself right?”
    “Well, I suppose I’m always thinking how amazing doing this with you is… and then when it happens, it’s even better than in my imagination, leaving me wanting it again, straight away… So I know I’m right in wanting you. Now that Stacy has gone, I feel free to touch you and