The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the city as I pulled up to Ollie's place. I'd been thinking about him all day, imagining his hands on my body, his lips on mine. I could feel the heat pooling between my legs just thinking about it. When he slid into the passenger seat, his cologne filled the car, and I had to resist the urge to lean over and kiss him right then and there.
As we drove, Ollie's hand found its way to my upper thigh, his fingers tracing slow circles on my skin. I could feel my breath hitching, my body responding to his touch. "You're making it hard to drive," I teased, glancing at him with a smirk.
He chuckled, his hand moving higher, his fingers brushing against the edge of my shorts. "Good. I want you to think about me all night."
By the time we got to my place, I was already wet and aching for him. We settled onto the couch, me with my head on his chest, and put on a movie. But neither of us was really watching it. Every few minutes, we'd look at each other, our lips meeting in long, slow kisses. Each time, our hands explored a little more, his fingers tracing the curves of my body, mine gripping the hard muscles of his arms.
After a while, Ollie reached for the remote and turned off the movie. Our eyes met, and I could see the desire in his gaze. His cock was hard, pressing against my thigh through his jeans. I shifted, straddling him, my shorts rubbing against his erection. "I want you," I whispered, my voice husky with need.
He groaned, his hands gripping my hips. "Fuck, Sophie. I've been wanting this all day."
I leaned down, kissing him deeply, my tongue exploring his mouth. His hands moved to my ass, squeezing and kneading. I ground against him, feeling his cock through the thin fabric of my shorts. I could feel myself getting wetter, my pussy aching for him.
Ollie's hands moved to the hem of my shirt, pulling it off over my head. His mouth found my nipple, sucking and biting through the lace of my bra. I gasped, arching my back, pressing myself against him. His hands moved to my back, unhooking my bra and tossing it aside. He sucked my nipples, one and then the other, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peaks.
I reached for the button of his jeans, unzipping them and sliding my hand inside. His cock was hard and hot, pulsing in my hand. I stroked him, my thumb swirling around the tip, spreading the pre-cum that had already gathered there. He groaned, his hips bucking against my hand.
"Fuck, Sophie. I need to be inside you."
I stood up, shimmying out of my shorts and panties. Ollie's eyes were on me, his gaze hungry. He stood up, kicking off his jeans and boxers. His cock sprang free, hard and ready. I pushed him back onto the couch, climbing on top of him. I reached for his cock, guiding it to my entrance. I was so wet that he slid in easily, filling me completely.
I rode him, my hips moving in slow, steady circles. His hands were on my hips, guiding me, his fingers digging into my flesh. I could feel myself building towards orgasm, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Ollie's hands moved to my ass, his fingers tracing my crack. He pressed against my tight hole, his finger circling the entrance.
I gasped, my eyes flying to his. "Do you want me to fuck your ass?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
I nodded, my breath hitching. He grinned, his finger pressing against my tight hole. He slid it in slowly, inch by inch, until he was all the way inside. I gasped, the sensation foreign but not unpleasant. He pumped his finger in and out, his other hand moving to my clit, rubbing slow circles.
I could feel myself building towards orgasm, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Ollie's finger moved faster, his cock pumping in and out of me. I could feel myself tightening around him, my body tensing. "I'm gonna come," I gasped, my voice barely a whisper.
Ollie's finger moved faster, his cock pumping harder. I could feel myself falling over the edge, my body convulsing in pleasure. Ollie groaned, his cock pulsing inside me. He came with a shout, his hot cum filling me up.
I collapsed onto his chest, my body spent. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. We lay there for a long time, our bodies entwined, our breath slowing to a steady rhythm. I could feel his cock softening inside me, his cum leaking out. I shifted, his cock sliding out of me. I could feel his cum dripping down my thighs, sticky and warm.
I looked up at him, a grin spreading across my face. "That was amazing," I said, my voice soft.
He chuckled, his hand stroking my hair. "Yeah, it was. But you know what would be even better?"
I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. "What?"
"Shower sex."
I laughed, climbing off of him. He stood up, his cock already hardening again. I took his hand, leading him to the bathroom. As the water heated up, I turned to him, a wicked grin on my face. "You're insatiable," I said, my hand wrapping around his cock.
He groaned, his head falling back. "Only with you."
I turned on the water, stepping into the shower. He followed me, his hands on my waist. I turned to face him, my back against the cool tiles. He kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth. His hands moved to my ass, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, his cock pressing against my entrance, filling me completely.