Vicky's POV
His eyes locked on mine, dark, hungry, certain, before he gently eased my legs apart. The anticipation alone stole the air from my lungs. And then…
Godsss.
The moment his mouth settled between my thighs, a sharp cry escaped me. His tongue found my swollen center with devastating precision, and my hands flew to the sheets, twisting them as my back arched off the bed.
My mouth fell open, a trembling moan spilling out before I bit down on my lip, eyes fluttering shut.
"O–Ollie…"
His name dissolved on my tongue as he quickened his pace, every flick and circle sending sparks through me like live electricity.
It had been so long—
Too long—
And every touch from him awakened something deep, something starved, something that had waited for him alone.
