Always Us

separation preparation

happy sunday 😇

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"You sure about this?"

Olivia looked over her shoulder to where her boyfriend sat. Legs spread and hard, he watched her with a dazed look, his hand slowly stroking up and down his thick shaft. A rush of warmth spread like wildfire through her as he licked his lips and narrowed his sights on her, his breathing shallow, still catching up from the action. Moments before she decided to pull away and interrupt.

Certain, she nodded and turned back to her phone, propping it against a half-drunken Gatorade bottle, and pressed record.

"Come back."

Her insides clenched at the need in his voice. He was being so patient, so calm. When she knew he was ready to jump her. To pin her down and melt inside her. But instead, he was humoring her, watching her mess with her phone while he sat hard and aching.

"Fuck," he exhaled as she kneeled onto the bed and crawled back to him. His head fell back against the headboard, and unable to control himself, he tightened his grip.

"I'll need something to watch while you're gone," she cooed.

His jaw slackened in her palms.

"It's only a week," he murmured through heavy breaths.

She peppered slow kisses along his ear, down his cheek and to his parted lips, fighting against her own aching throb between her legs.

His arms wound up her back, insistent and tightening, pulling her closer. "Liv," he groaned against her skin.

"Please," she murmured between suckles to his neck. "I'm gonna miss you."

"At least let me fuck you."

"You will, baby," she moaned, "you will."

He gave her two minutes. Two minutes of slow kissing—or whatever it was she was dragging out—before he curled his fingers around the back of her thighs and pressed her against the hardness nestled between them. He needed her. He needed her warmth wrapped around him.

"I can't wait any longer," he groaned.

"Okay," she exhaled, brushing the stray curls away from her face, "okay."

Lifting her hips, she positioned him at her entrance, watching the muscles in his chest relax as she slowly sank down. Inch by inch, he slid in easily, stretching her open and filling his favorite place.

"You gonna watch this while I'm gone?" he murmured, momentarily sated by the pulsing heat around him.

"Mhm," she whimpered, savoring each little throb and nudge against her walls. For his sake, she bounced lightly, smearing her leaking wetness along his base. Within seconds, her inner thighs grew slick, and she cursed under her breath, caught off guard by just how wet she had gotten.

Desperate, he rocked up into her, interrupting her slow grind. "Liv," he groaned.

"Okay, okay," she muttered. Curling her toes under her and positioning her knees firmly on the outsides of his hips, she propped her hands on his abs and began bouncing in earnest.

Again, his head thumped back against the headboard as she found a steady pace, the pressure of her walls squeezing him perfectly.

"You feel good baby?" she asked through pants of breath.

Blissed out, he barely managed a drunken nod. His hand gently squeezed the soft flesh of her hips, helping guide her to the rhythm that would set them both off. She knew neither of them were going to last much longer, so slipping a hand behind his neck, she forced his sights back on her.