The Vitamin D Treatment Ambush

Vita D excerpt 1

“What are you up to, Olivia?” he grins mischievously, enfolding her into his arms and kissing her hair. “You’re not trying to escape, are you?”

“In a bathrobe?” she giggles.

He pushes her against the elevator doors and traps her with his naked body, leaning his hands on the chrome surface. “It’s practically the same as what you were wearing when we arrived,” he teases, giving her a brief kiss. “You brushed your teeth.”

Olivia lowers her eyes, remembering the feel of the sleek sundress against her naked flesh as she wandered around the theater in a sexual daze waiting for his next ambush.

A finger trails from her throat to the crease between her breasts and then inside the robe. He fondles her, his palm massaging a nipple. “Come, Olivia. Back in bed. I had hoped to wake up and fuck my new girlfriend, but you were gone.”  He leads her back to the chaise and pulls the sash from the robe.

She peeks at him, her body coming alive, and his hands roam over her flesh under the robe. Shit. Ambush. A delicious, can’t-wait assault. He pulls the robe off her and regards her nakedness with a salacious grin.

“Hmm…” he murmurs huskily. “There are so many options.”

Olivia trembles. Shit.

“I’m going to brush my teeth and think about it,” he smirks, and he swaggers off, sash in hand, his hot naked body strutting down the hall in the sunlight.

She shakily clambers onto the chaise and covers herself with the black sheet, trying to calm her nerves. Jeez. This is what he does best–setting the stage, toying with her, stalking her and building the anticipation. When he returns, he looks pleased with himself and a shiver races up her spine.

Upon seeing her wrapped in the sheet, still shy after all they’ve done together, his lips twitch up into a small smile. He tosses the sash at her and climbs on the chaise. “You won’t need this, Olivia,” he murmurs, slowly peeling the sheet off her, his hand deliberately skimming over a nipple and her pubic hair. He picks up the sash and places it in her hand. “I want you to tie me up,” he says, grinning wickedly.

Her eyes widen with surprise. “Um–you want me–um–to tie you up?” she squeaks.

“Yes, Olivia,” he smirks, stretching out on his back and dramatically placing his arms above his head.

She takes a deep breath and eyes his burgeoning erection. Her mouth goes dry. She studies the chaise, which is another quirky piece of furniture–lavender in color, double wide and at least seven feet long with a seat arm and back waving around a corner of it. There’s a six-inch space between the plush seating cushion and the backrests, and there are two posts at the end to choose from. Jeez. Can she really do this?

“Come on, Olivia,” he urges softly.

She swallows and hesitantly straddles him. She leans over his naked body and awkwardly wraps the sash around his wrists, her breasts falling inches from his face. “Mmm…” he moans, tilting his head and giving one of her nipples a quick lick.

She pops up, losing her concentration. “Hey,” she yelps, giving him her best look of admonishment. He chuckles, his eyes gleaming with mischief. Jeez. He’s glorious, frisky and extremely hot. She takes a deep breath and leans back down, fumbling with the sash as he nips at her breasts. She finally secures him to the outside post and sits up.

He tugs at the restraint and grins boyishly. “Good, Olivia.”

She regards him nervously, totally out of her element and not comfortable with being in control. There he lies, his buff body at her disposal, his length springing to life and she’s practically paralyzed with insecurity.

“I need a kiss, Olivia,” he says softly, amused by her uncertainty and taking pity on her.

“Okay,” she mutters, and she leans down and kisses him softly. He parts his lips and pushes his tongue into her mouth–swirling, velvety and insistent, and it ignites the fire within her, the flames burning to the depths of her groin. She responds fervently, her fingers gripping his hair, her insecurity forgotten and her passion unleashed.

She does to him what he does to her and her hands roam everywhere. Her lips trail kisses over every inch of his chest and abdomen and up and down his swollen bulge. She sucks and nips at his nipples and her mouth leisurely travels to his thick black pubic hair. She rubs her nose in it and submerges his bloated erection into her mouth.

“Fuck, Olivia,” he groans, bucking off the chaise.

She peeks up at him as she sucks hard, moving her mouth slowly up and down, her tongue licking the end, her lips engulfing him and pushing him farther into her each time. His teeth are gritted, his eyes clenched and a surge of power rushes through her–her insides lighting up as she watches the effect she has on him.

Jed moans and grunts and every pore on his body is on fire. Fuck. He has never allowed a woman to tie him up–never wanting to lose the control, and the sweet and innocent Olivia Brown is taking full advantage of him. He loves it–her wet mouth sucking hard and her hands skimming over his flesh and massaging his nipples. She’s magnificent and it’s excruciating that he can’t touch her. “I want to taste you, Olivia,” he growls as she takes him deeper into her mouth. She stops and looks up, her moist lips resting on the tip of his throbbing cock. “Come on, Olivia. I want to taste you.”

It takes a second for Olivia to understand. Jeez. She thought she was in control. But she craves his touch and any friction, and her belly muscles tighten. She sits up, scoots to his head and straddles his face.

“Turn around, Olivia. Face the other way.”

She does as she’s told and sinks on her knees, her genitals suspended over his face. Shit. It’s weird, hot, and her pulse spikes.

“Lower, Olivia,” and she follows his command, squatting lower, and suddenly his tongue is on her sweet spot.

“Ahh…” she moans as he circles and licks and dips his tongue inside her.

“You can continue to suck me, Olivia,” he murmurs between licks.

Olivia grins. Despite the fact he’s tied up and at her mercy, he’s still in control. She stretches over him and takes him into her mouth again. He groans loudly, hot blood coursing through him, and she whimpers softly as the familiar building, climbing intensifies.

She loves his attentions, his expert tongue nurturing and demanding, but she wants him inside her, filling her up and stretching her. She smirks, remembering she’s in control and raises her hips so she’s out of his reach.

“Olivia,” he objects hoarsely. She slithers down his torso, spins to face him and slowly eases her vagina onto his bloated erection. “Fuck, Olivia,” he hisses.

She moves at a leisurely pace, like he would do, up and down, up and down. He thrusts deep with each drop of her hips. She abruptly lifts off him, leaving his length wet and hard and throbbing. “Olivia,” he growls, and her breasts are in his face and he licks and sucks and nips at one nipple and then the other until they are taut and elongated and she moans with pleasure. She descends onto him again and moves faster and faster, her head thrown back and eyes shut tight. He’s on the edge and ready to explode, but she lifts off him again–teasing him, torturing him, brushing her nipples over his lips, and there’s nothing he can do but go with it. Fuck.

She sinks onto him again and picks up the pace, her wet flesh and tight vagina pushing him higher. He’s losing control, wildly thrusting in tandem, his breathing labored. “Come for me, Olivia. Come on,” he growls and he feels her stiffen. She convulses around him and he detonates, the orgasm rocking him to the core. “Fuck, Olivia,” he groans, and a rush of intense pleasure courses through him and he’s sure he has never experienced anything like it.

She slumps on his chest trembling uncontrollably as the orgasm sweeps through her and his juices mix with hers. Whoa…

“Well done, Olivia,” he says hoarsely, gasping for air.

“Hmm…”

“You’re pleased with yourself, aren’t you?” he grins.

“Hmm…”

“Are you going to untie me?”

“Hmm…”

“Olivia,” he warns, and he rocks from side to side beneath her.

“Maybe.”

 

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