THE FIRST STRIKE
She couldn't hold it in any longer, she moaned. But fortunately. So did he. So it wasn't quite so embarrassing. Keening low through her teeth she brought one hand to the back of his head. Teasing her fingers through his soft curly hair as he sucked and licked. He transferred his attention to her other breast and the sensation began anew— so sharp and acute at first, then sweet and dark and deep.
And without even thinking what she did. Olivia rocked her hips against his. Grinding against the hard ridge of his arousal.
"Yes" he said. Breaking away form her breast and kissing his way up to her neck. His hands slid to her hips. As he rocked her against him again. And again. Stoking her pleasure to a near unbearable plateau.