Andre’s POV
I came in and saw Olivia in bed, kneeling upright and in her lingerie.
I was stunned and rushed to her.
“Olivia, what…”
She cupped my face in her hands, and her blue eyes stared deep into my soul.
“I want you, Andre.”
I looked at her face in shock. She looked much better, but she still looked weak and exhausted.
She pulled me in, and I kissed her deeply on the lips before I pulled away.
“Olivia, I want you to, but you need to rest.”
I tried to get her to lie down, but she refused. Her lips curled downward in a frown.
“No. I want you. I want you inside of me. Please. Don’t refuse me this.”
She pulled me again and kissed me softly. Her warm tongue slid into mine, and the feeling was ecstatic. I groaned and gripped her hair tightly as I kissed her.
I had missed her. I had missed her taste, her warmth, her smell.
I felt all sense of control leave me, and all that moved me was my intense desire for her. I had wanted her since she was taken. I wanted to have her in my arms desperately.
She lay down gently as we continued to kiss. Our tongues slipped in and out of each other’s mouths, and her sweet taste made shivers run down my spine.
“Olivia…”
I groaned her name softly, and my hands slid up her thigh. I could feel her juices on her legs. Her arousal filled the air, tickling my senses.
“Olivia, you’re soaking for me…”
I touched her clit softly, and I relished her gasp.
“Ahh. Yes. Just for you.”
She pulled me in again, and as soon as our lips touched, my fingers slid inside her warm pussy. My fingers had barely touched her, and they were already drenched in her juices.
“Andre…”
The sound of my name on her tongue was sweeter than honey. Her eyes were soft and watery as she looked at me in love. Her cheeks were a bright red, and so was the tip of her nose.
“More Andre. Please, I need more.”
She squirmed in pleasure, and I relished it.
I held her tightly to limit her movement. I wanted to drown her in love. I wanted her to know that I owned her body and she owned mine. She owned all of me.
I felt her pussy clench around my fingers, and her moans became louder.
I pulled my fingers out of her and licked them. She tasted amazing. I felt the frenzy in me spike.
I slid off her panties and buried my head between her thighs.
“Andre! Ahhhhhnn!”
Her hands gripped my hair tightly as my tongue made love to her.
“You taste wonderful.”
“Andre, I can’t… Ahhhhhnn!”
She moaned even louder, and I had to keep her thighs apart.
My tongue was soaked in her juices, and I couldn’t get enough.
Her body was shaking, and she couldn’t barely keep her legs still.
I pulled away from her and saw the flushed look on her face.
“Andre, I didn’t want…”
“Olivia, you don’t have to worry. I loved the way you tasted.”
I kissed her again, making her relax at my touch.
My hands slipped behind her, and I took off her bra. Her breasts were beautiful and looked bigger. The nipples looked thicker as well.
I ran my tongue over them, and I enjoyed the way she moaned and said my name amidst a whimper.
My lips sucked one nipple while my fingers massaged the other.
Her hands slipped down, and she felt how hard my cock was. I groaned at her touch.
“Andre, you’re so hard.”
I pressed her hand closer to my crotch and groaned.
I wanted her desperately.
She took off my trousers, and my hard cock was in full view.
The tip was soaked with my juices, and even the slightest touch sent ripples through my body.
“I want you inside of me, Andre.”
Olivia lay on the bed, looking at me softly. Her face was pleading with me to fill her up.
I leaned over her and slowly slipped into her. She was tight as if this was the first time I was invading her sweet body.
She groaned and held me close. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and I slowly began to thrust inside of her.
Each movement was punctuated by her sweet voice. I was greedy. I wanted to bury myself inside of her.
“Andre…”
My thrusts became faster and harder. I placed her leg on my shoulder and began to slow down.
I was going to war the next day. What if I didn’t make it back alive? I wanted to savor every bit of her. I wanted to have her inside of me forever.
Her hands held my face tenderly, and I was lost in her beautiful eyes. I could almost feel them staring into my soul.
I buried my head in her neck and pulled her close to me.
“I love you, Olivia. I don’t want to lose you.”
My voice was deep and husky, and I heard her moan softly as my strokes became even gentler. I wanted to make love to her. I wanted her to know that I loved her from the depths of my heart and I wasn’t just after her body.
I wanted her soul. I wanted her to know that she owned mine, too.
“Andre, I…ahhhn…. I need to talk to you.”
I was pulled from my thoughts by her soft voice, and I saw her staring at me with tears in her eyes.
I was alarmed and stopped. Did I hurt her? Was I the one that made her cry?
I pulled out of her and lay at her side. She clung to me, buried her head in my chest, and sobbed quietly.
“Olivia, what’s wrong?”
She soon calmed down and stared at me. My heart skipped a beat. I knew that look.