Sweet Dreams
She moans into my mouth as I roll us over and pin her under me.
Her legs are around my waist, and I sit up, gripping the front of my dress shirt covering her body and rip it open. Buttons go flying, but I couldn’t care less as I lean down and open my mouth over her nipple, sucking it hard. Her fingers go to my hair, and her grip is tight as I move to her other breast while undoing my slacks. If I don’t get inside her soon, I’ll die, and then my ghost will spend eternity haunting her and trying to ghost-fuck her.
“Please,” Olivia says as she bows off the couch and holds my mouth tighter to her. “Fitz , I need you.”