Olivia's POV
I swallowed hard, his words vibrating against my lips.
Louis's eyes searched mine, burning with desire but also restraint—like he was asking, not demanding, as if my pleasure had meant more to him than his own. That thought alone sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through me.
I wanted to refuse… damn, but I couldn't. If we had come this far, then a simple blow job won't harm, and besides, I'm doing this for a reason. I will benefit from it when all this is over.
I nodded slowly, deliberately, and pushed gently at his chest.
He let me guide him, breath ragged, until he was lying back against the pillows, his dark hair tousled, his body stretched out and glorious before me. His cock stood proud between us, flushed and aching, and I licked my lips instinctively.
Louis cursed under his breath, his abs tightening.
"I've never done this before," I murmured, crawling over him, my lips brushing against the skin of his lower stomach.
