Olivia’s POV
I was back in the bedroom, and I was alone. My father’s ash jar was cradled on my lap, and I was staring into empty space.
The door creaked open, but I didn’t turn to see who it was.
I felt a gentle pressure beside me, and two large hands took the ash jar for my grasp and placed it back on the shelf where it belonged.
“Olivia, are you…”
“Andre, I am fine. There’s just a lot to think about. But I assure you that I’m okay.”
Andre pulled me into an embrace but immediately pulled away and looked at me in concern.
“Olivia, you are burning hot! Are you alright?”
The truth was that I was having my crazy fever and headache again, the same one that I had felt in the morning. At least now I was certain that it wasn’t morning sickness.
Andre’s eyes were wide as he looked at me with concern.
“Olivia? Talk to me”
I exhaled and turned to him. I placed my hand on his and rubbed it affectionately.
“Andre, I want you. I can’t really explain this, but I felt this way this morning, and after we had sex, I felt much better. I’m not just saying this because I want to feel better. I really do want you.
I took his hand and slid it under my skirt so that he could feel my soaking wet bud.
“Please Don’t deny me your cock.”
He looked at me astonished but I pulled him into a kiss and he relaxed. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me close.
My fingers found the buttons on his shirt and I began to undo them one by one .
“Olivia..”
Andre groaned huskily but held my hand to stop me and I looked up at him with a plea in my eyes.
“When we had sex in the morning, I felt a whole lot better. Please, make me feel better now.”
I kissed him again and he relaxed into my touch. He finally allowed me to unbutton his shirt, and I took it off and ran my hands smoothly down his muscular torso.
I had never taken the time to admire his physique up close like this, and I enjoyed the way my hands went over the bumpy ridges of his abs and pecs.
I placed the soft kiss on his chest where his heart should be, took his hands to my dress, and urged him with a nod to take it off.
He pulled it off, and we were both naked except for my underwear and his trousers.
I kissed him deeply and pulled him on top of me. His fingers slipped down my breast and massaged my silk panties.
He shifted them aside, and his fingers played with my clit.
“Ahhhhhnn! Yes! More!”
I clenched my thighs together, but he pried them apart and continued to tease me.
He slipped my panties down my legs and admired my soaking wet pussy.
“You look perfect, mate.”
He kissed my stomach, and I watched him take off his trousers and stand before me with his erect cock.
I felt my body spike in delight. I groaned and beckoned for him to fuck me.
He bent over me and kissed me on my lips, and carefully guided his cock inside me. I felt relief wash over me, and I gripped the sheets as he filled me up slowly.
He braced himself on his hands and began to thrust slowly and deeply inside of me. I moaned and groaned softly as I enjoyed the tempo of his strokes.
“You feel wonderful, mate.”
He had lowered his head to my ears, and I relished his groans as he fucked me.
He slowly began to increase the tempo, and he pounded me a little harder. He slammed into me with pleasurable force, and it made my body tremble.
“Ahhhhhhhn! Yes, Andre. Yes! More!”
He fucked me harder, and I wrapped my arms around him and pushed myself closer to him. I wanted to feel his cock deeper inside of me. I needed it. I craved it. I yearned.
“Isn’t my little kitten acting slutty? You want to take all of me, don’t you?”
I nodded messily and moved my body a little more. I wanted to feel him on every inch of the wall of my pussy. I didn’t want him to spare any part of him from my hungry libido.
I pulled him in for a kiss and moaned against his lips. He pounded me hard, and I had to pull away to scream.
“You feel so good in me, Andre. I want you to please make me cum. I want to cum for you. Please make me cum.”
My voice was high, breathy and desperate. He smirked and grabbed my hair gently.
“Your wish is my command.”
His strokes became deeper, harder, and faster. I could barely keep up with him. My pussy throbbed, and my mind was thrown into unknown realms of ecstasy.
I could feel my body getting tighter, and Andre’s muscles became tense. He pulled me closer to him. His fingers dug into my soft skin, and he buried his head in my neck. His growls became louder and more possessive. I felt myself being crushed by him, and I enjoyed it.
I felt my skin bubbling with life, and I grabbed Andre. My juices gushed out of me while ‘his’ went into me, warming my pussy and chasing my feverish symptoms away.
Spasms of pleasure ravaged my body as I squirted all over him.
I felt my headache subside, and my restlessness was replaced with tranquillity and sleepiness.
Andre pulled out of me, and I saw how soaked his cock was. He looked at it and gave a smile.
“My kitten made such a big mess on me. I wonder who’s going to clean this up?”
I rolled on my stomach and looked at him seductively with a smile.
“I guess we’ll never know…”