Plus One by Brighton Walsh

He lavished the rosy tips with attention, licking and sucking, his teeth barely scraping against the flesh. Olivia moaned and gasped, her fingers clutching him to her chest.
    “You’re wearing too many clothes,” she said. Her voice had dropped an octave from where it usually was, and the husky tone sent a jolt to his cock. He needed to feel her, taste her, drown in her body for hours. Only then would his need even begin to be satisfied.
    Instead of answering, he guided her toward the bed, quickly pulling the comforter down. Once the sea of white sheets were bared below them, he guided her back, laying her down on the mattress.
    “Ian...”
    Her body was spread out before him, her legs long and smooth, falling over the edge of the bed, weighted down by the black heels still resting on her feet. As his eyes swept over the curves of her body, his mouth watered. A tiny scrap of black lace covered her pussy from his view, and he wondered if she was wet beneath the material. Did she ache with want like he did? His eyes slid up her body, catching the movement just as she brought her arms across her chest.
    He clucked his tongue and shook his head, his hands grasping hers. He moved them to rest above her head as he dropped a kiss on her lips. “I’ve waited too long for this for you to hide yourself from me.”
    She gave an embarrassed smile. “Well, you were just staring.”
    “Well, you’re lying here practically naked.”
    She laughed breathlessly as she reached toward him. “Yes, and you are not .” She tried to shed him of his shirt again, slipping her fingers up along his chest and to his shoulders.
    “Not yet.” Ian once again grabbed her hands and placed them next to her head. Leaning in, he brushed his lips against her ear. “I need to taste you.”
    He felt her sharp intake of breath as he moved down her body, his lips caressing every inch of her along the way. He engulfed a nipple in his mouth before he tasted the underside of her breast. Olivia moaned and arched, silently begging him to go lower and to get there faster.
    He smiled against her stomach, kissing the softness there. “Is this where you’re so anxious to get me?” he asked as he circled her belly button with his tongue before dipping quickly inside.
    Her breathless giggles filled the room, and she squirmed under him. “Don’t be an ass,” she chided, her laugh turning into a gasp as he nipped at her lower stomach.
    When he was low enough, he could smell her arousal through her panties. Bringing his mouth to her cloth-covered pussy, he placed a kiss there, feeling the wetness against his lips. A low growl built in his chest as he quickly rid her of her shoes and underwear, then grabbed her thighs and spread them wide.
    “Jesus, Liv,” he said as he dropped to his knees on the side of the bed and stared at her. She was bare but for a small strip of hair at the top, and he ached to lick the smoothness of her. He clutched her hips, pulling her until her ass rested on the edge, her pussy mere inches from his mouth. He licked his lips, then connected his eyes with hers as he leaned forward and swept his tongue along her sex. Tracing first up one of her smooth lips, then down the other, her taste hit him like a ton of bricks, heady and warm.
    With one hand, he reached up and cupped her breast, plucking a nipple between two of his fingers. His other hand sought out her folds, spreading her open for his tongue. He focused his efforts directly on her clit, flicking and sucking as she moaned and writhed underneath him. Her hands rested on his head, buried deep in his hair, and he got the message loud and clear. He’d better not move one fucking inch. Though this was the first time he’d been with her like this, he was already beginning to read her cues. The shortening of her breath, the slight arch of her back, her soft mewls, all told him she was on the precipice of her climax, ready to fall into oblivion.
    He slid his hand down, slipping first