The Wallflower and The Star Athlete (closed for Poprockz)

Adrian sensed her nervousness, which was not all that surprising. It was unique and unusual circumstances under which to be meeting his dad for the first time.

"Well we are very alike - so if I like you, he's gonna like you. And I like you very much".

As he talked, he continued to play with her nipples, the topic conversation almost surreal considering what he was doing.
 
“He better not like me as much as you do, or I’ll just end up breaking his heart and then Thanksgivings will be really awkward.” Olivia joked, letting out a little laugh. His answer had indeed made her feel a bit better, better enough to put her anxiety to the side for the moment. She wasn’t sure if he was gearing up for another round or whether this was simply a comfortable, afterglow.
 
Adrian chuckled along with her, "Ok maybe not as much as I do. Plus he can't do this", leaning over to give her a passionate kiss. His hands went to her hair, lightly fisting in them. They had both had pretty intense orgasms already, but he could not at least attempt another shot at her incredible pussy.

His kiss then trailed down her neck, along her collarbone, and back up again. He looked deep into her eyes, conveying the lust, and affection, he felt for her.
 
His lips were just as sweet as they had been the first time, and she closed her eyes to more fully relish the gesture. Technically, his father could also try to kiss her like that; he would end up with a hard slap to his face and a kick to the shin though. Olivia wasn't going to say that- it would only kill the mood and she doubted his dad would ever realistically take that sort of interest in her.

When their eyes met once more, she recognized that look: he wanted her once more. She wasn't used to anyone being attracted to her like this, but she supposed she could understand it. After all, she felt the same way about him. Though she might have already came, she couldn't deny that she wanted to feel him inside her once more.

Olivia gave him a flirty little smile and asked, "what else can't he do?"
 
Adrian loved the small flirty smile. He loved she was really starting to come out of her shell.

“Definitely not this”, as his head dipped to her breasts and circling each nipple, before taking each one into his mouth. While he did that, his hand slipped to her hip first, starting to inch his way between her legs.
 
"Mm..." she made a soft, pleased noise from the efforts of his mouth. "Oh, definitely not. You're the only one who can touch me." Olivia hoped that didn't sound corny, but it was true. He was the only one she wanted to feel inside her, pressed against her skin, kissing and tasting her.
 
"I'm glad to hear it", he said in between suckling on her nipples. "I'd hate having to fight your attention - not that you wouldn't be worth it".

He added some gentle biting of her nipples to his suckling, while his hand finally reached her pussy. It felt already wet. Was she wanting another round like him, or was this leftover lubrication from her intense orgasm? Frankly, he didn't care as he just wanted to climb between her legs once more.
 
His nibbles felt amazing, and she couldn’t help but start to get worked up again. Technically there was a low hum of arousal there anyway, but his actions furthered her body’s journey towards wanton lust.

Her hips squirmed slightly as he made contact, and she blushed as she spread her legs for him as an invitation to do what he desired. He thought she was worth fighting for? Why did that feel so good to hear? Maybe it was something she had always wanted to hear someone say to her.
 
His fingers, now slick from her pussy. found her clit. Knowing her button made it so much easier to get her to the right place where she would be desiring the same thing as him. He flicked and rolled her clit between his fingers, his mouth still making love to her breasts.

He could feel himself hardening as he continued his actions on her. He had never felt so attracted to someone - not just physically, but emotionally as well.
 
Her breath hitched as he started to play with her little pearl, her eyelashes settling upon her cheeks like butterflies on two soft, pink flowers. The next moment there was a soft moan bubbling up from her lips. Her pussy was starting to get that familiar ache, that longing for the only cock that had ever made her cry out with pleasure. Though it wasn't just a phallus that could go in and out that made her body long for more- it was the gentle man who looked at her like she was precious.
 
Adrian continue to tease her nipples and clit, until he could feel she was ready for him. Though they had only been together physically a few times, he was quickly learning her body and its tell signs. Her moaning was increasing, telling him she wanted this as much as he did.

He climbed between her legs, lining his cock up with her pussy. He pushed forward, her tightness still amazing to feel. Despite how turned she was, it required a bit of effort to get her pussy to open up to accept his thick member. But before long, it yielded and he sunk in. He groaned in pleasure as she accepted him inside her.
 
She too let out a low moan upon feeling him penetrate her. There was something supremely satisfying about having his dick wrapped tightly within her (until recently) chaste pussy. He was so hard for her, and she could have sworn she could feel him becoming a bit harder inside her.

"You're so hard," Olivia breathed, reaching out and letting her hand rest on his chest before sliding her fingers up his skin in a slow journey to his shoulder.
 
“Only you could have this effect on me”, he panted, followed by a sigh he felt his cock sink the whole way in.
“Your pussy is incredible. I think I’m getting addicted to it”, said with a small laugh. He started moving, slowly at first.
 
"It's a good thing I'll be around whenever you need your fix," she giggled, that giggle being cut off by a noise of pleasure. Olivia thought it might be a bit of an exaggeration to say that only she could get him hard like that; after all, there were objectively a lot of women more attractive or enticing than she was. She was just grateful that he found her sexy enough to put her in the same league.
 
His hands went into her hair as he began to fuck her, keeping his strokes long and slow. He went back to kissing her in between panting and groaning. The sensations running through his body were almost overwhelming, threatening his consciousness. Only her face and glorious expression kept him focused on the task at hand.
 
His body was pressed against her, his lips upon hers as he held her hair. Was this heaven? Probably. Her arms went around him, gently caressing his back as she felt him work himself sensually in and out of her wet cunt. In-between their kisses, she mewled and panted, each stroke of his cock stoking the fires of her lust.
 
It felt like they had melted into each other, pressing each other buttons as they moved as one being. He quickened his pace as her pussy gripped him like it did not want to let go. In that moment, no words were needed - they were in pefect sexual and sensual sync. It was like they had been lovers for years, but still madly in love. He never wanted to let her go.
 
She felt like they were in one of those steamy romance movies where the couple was madly in love and lost themselves in the passion of their embrace. The two of them weren't in love though, were they? Sure they had feelings for one another, but she wasn't sure if a week of getting to know each other merited using "the L word" just yet. What she couldn't deny was the fact that she felt closer to him than anyone ever before. There was a connection and mutual attraction that went deeper than a run-of-the-mill crush.
 
The intensity of the moment, the sensations he was feeling, the thoughts running through his head. There was no denying it - this was love. It defied all rationale, but he knew how he felt in the moment.
But he had to be careful - what if she didn’t feel the same way, at least not yet? The last thing he wanted to was scare her away. He decided to hold his tongue for now, but he wanted some signs of how she truly felt.

As their movements continued, he could feel his orgasm building. “You are incredible, Liv. I never thought it could feel this good!”
 
If she wasn’t captivated by the pleasure of their intertwined bodies, she might have chuckled at that. He was describing her as “incredible” as though she were doing something extraordinary other than lying on her back and spreading her legs for him.

Though come to think of it, he was probably just referring to how she felt on the inside. Perhaps her body was well-suited for him, but truly it was he who was doing all the work this time. If things were incredible, it was because of the motion of his hips and his incredible stamina. The fact that he seemed to really enjoy her body made her very pleased though,

When it came to other experiences, she had nothing to compare him to, but if he was going to be her measuring stick to other men in the future (if they ended up separating), then the bar was set quite high. Even now she could feel her pussy start to build up to something bigger, each thrust satisfying her more and more.

“It’s like… nothing else,” she panted, obviously meaning it in a positive way.
 
While still inside her, he moved up slightly. He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, which somehow allowed him to thrust into her deeper. It didn't know that was possible. His cockhead felt like it was in a very narrow space, sending the sensation feeling through the roof.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to last much longer", hoping that he was close too. He never wanted to that guy that came before his partner could also reach their climax. Olivia deserved that from him.
 
She gasped when he lifted her leg and somehow worked himself even deeper into her tight sleeve. Fortunately she was flexible, so her leg wasn’t uncomfortable where it was. She was far from uncomfortable in that moment- in fact, she felt amazing.

Olivia wasn’t able to give him a response to his comment other than her own escalating moans and a quick, desperate, “don’t stop!” She was so close to hitting her high, so very close! Everything else melted away as her sole focus became the font of pleasure that was suddenly unleashed on her body in climax.

Her pussy quivered, as did her body, the woman’s fingers digging into his back slightly; a loud, lustful cry having breached her lips.
 
He felt her pussy almost clamp onto this throbbing cock, and that was all he needed. This guttural groan, that seemed like it came from his toes, spilled out of his mouth as he spilled his seed inside here. He was so deep, he was sure it hit her cervix. His cock seemed to keep going and going, before he finally collapsed on top of Olivia.

He laughed - he didn't know why, maybe it was the pureness of the joyous feeling.

"Wow".
 
She giggled; his good mood was infectious, and she also felt that nice, comfortable feeling after a good love-making session.

“Wow is right.” She rubbed his back affectionately. “If we ever break up, I’ll never be able to date again- my expectations will be too high, and I’ll grow old as the spinster of the soup kitchen.”
 
Adrian laughed at her comment, “Oh we are never breaking up. I couldn’t live now that I have experienced all that Olivia Davis has to offer”.

It was said as a joke, but there was a lot of truth to it. She was simply amazing in her own way - humble, down to earth, refreshingly honest, and incredibly beautiful. Plus their sexual chemistry was off the charts.

He rolled off her and nestled in beside her. He pulled her in for a deep kiss.

“Yeah I couldn’t live without my Olivia fix”.
 
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