Free Systematic Seduction by Ravenna Tate Page A

long time. You’re beautiful. I mean that.
It’s very hard right now to hold myself back. I’m dying here.”
    She
swallowed hard against the lump in her throat. “So am I. In a good way, I mean.
I’ve never been this turned on.”
    His
sweet, sexy smile sent fresh arousal racing through her. He licked her breasts
again, paying attention this time to the undersides, and then he pushed her
down until she was on her back, and peeled off her Capri pants, panties, and
sandals. He sat back on his heels, his gaze traveling lazily over her, the same
smile still on his face.
    “Damn.
You’re more beautiful than I pictured.” He took his dick out of his jeans and
pulled on it. “I don’t know where to go first.”
    Blair’s
mouth opened, but no sound came out. She watched him stroke his cock,
mesmerized by the length and width of it. Red, swollen, and glistening with
pre-cum already at the tip, it grew in his hand. She couldn’t stop staring at
it. Oliver pleasuring himself this way, like he did it all the time in front of
people, was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.
    When
he released his dick, he moved his hands over her thighs, up and down, then
gently spread her legs. He turned her torso toward the edge of the sofa and sat
on the coffee table, his cock still free, and licked her inner thighs.
    Blair
cried out loudly, the desire climbing to crazy levels now. With each pass of
his tongue, he moved closer to her labia, until he licked them, too. She
whimpered softly as he teased the opening to her wetness with a finger, and
when he slid it inside her pussy, she clamped down on it, trying to make
herself come.
    He
made soft noises in the back of his throat as he licked her clit, over and
over, while moving his finger in and out at the same time. “Oh, baby. You taste
like heaven.”
    Blair
didn’t answer him. She couldn’t. Tears streamed down her face. No one had ever
done this to her so sweetly, so gently, with the obvious intention of making
her come. And come she did. Blair clutched his head and bucked her hips into
his face as the contractions ripped through her, strong and hard. She could
hardly breathe.
    He
didn’t stop until the last one had died, and then he moved her so she was lying
lengthwise on the sofa again, and leaned over to kiss her. He pushed his tongue
inside her mouth and she tasted her own pussy juices, but she didn’t mind.
    She
watched, fascinated again, while he slipped on a condom, and then he was
between her legs, teasing her soaking wet pussy with his sheathed dick. “I want
to fuck you, baby.”
    “Yes,”
she whispered. “I want that, too. Fuck me. Please.”
    With
a load groan, Oliver sank his cock into her, and Blair cried out at the
fullness. He grasped her breasts and thrust slowly at first, watching her face
while he played with her nipples, his eyes filled with passion and such
happiness.
    No
man had ever looked at her that way. This entire experience was unlike anything
Blair had been through, and she knew that no man would ever take his place.
There was no one like Oliver. He was the man she’d dreamed of. The prince who
would come and rescue her from the frightening life she led. He was the man
she’d prayed for to make her feel whole again, and teach her how love was
supposed to feel.
    He
was real, and he was inside her, making love to her in ways she’d only
fantasized about before this night.
    His
thrusting increased, and he moved his hands to her hips, lifting them higher so
he could plunge deeper inside her. He rubbed her clit with his thumb now, a
smile on his face. “You’re going to come again, sweetheart. I can feel it.”
    That
was all it took. Blair cried out as another orgasm crashed over her, this one
longer and less intense, but still amazing. He moaned loudly and fucked her
faster, his face red now. Droplets of sweat sprayed her, but she didn’t care.
She never wanted him to stop.
    When
he came, it was loud and intense, and she rode the waves with him,