Olivia Fleur Nude Novels & Stories

Sun beat on his face and a cool breeze swept down from the mountain, bringing the scent of pine to override hay. Nakos sighed. "Is everything okay?" Out of the corner of his eye, Nate watched Olivia carefully. But her only answer was a duck of her head and a nod. Early morning light hit her auburn strands, which she had tied at her nape in a braid. Between that and her fair complexion, she looked like an angelic version of a cowgirl. A fitted green flannel shirt, tight as sin jeans, and knee-high brown boots added to the image.

CARL. Olivia's face is gorgeous. She has one of those faces that are not doll-like, but rather, sexy and representative. Yes, those faces represent life and wisdom, no matter what. They represent the ability to love and to claim when they need some love nearby. And there she was, Olivia Quintero completely naked before me, inside the shower of a five-star hotel on a stunning and touristic island of Venezuela, after making love, with that sparkling look and that redness from the past excitement and the movements, my movements and my touches, my fault all her reds on the skin, that shaved, beautiful, and preened, was the wrapper of a precious and desirable body.

She felt her firm cheeks spread and the thin, white thong bikini press tightly against her smooth asshole. I'm so naughty, Olivia joked in her head. Feeling a bit of a thrill by getting this young man horny, Olivia leaned into it. She applied sunscreen onto her skin and made a show of puffing out her chest. Then when she did her legs, she made sure they were straight out, showing off her flexibility and her perfect skin. After finishing another glass of wine Olivia felt pretty damn drunk. She would keep stretching her body to show off for Leon, but her eyes were hazy and her movements were not very smooth.

It seemed that Olivia had been able to break through the ice. “Leave,” I said to her, my voice coming out harder than I thought it would and Nina scrambled out of the room, “I am going to help you get dressed”. Olivia's naked body was truly a sight to behold and even though I had only seen it once at night, I never knew how perfect it looked. She was gorgeous, her skin was shining, and her waist thinned out to make way for her wide hips. Her hair was pinned to the back of her head and I longed to pull the pin and watch it roll down her back.

When she showered she asked me to join, but I came up with the excuse of using this time to quickly check work emails, which she bought. Olivia looked really good once we walked out of the room again. She had on a nude-coloured dress which stopped above her knees. The dress itself was tight around her body while the sleeves were puffy. She had on the silver bracelet that Kiara bought her, but no other jewellery. On her feet, she wore black pumps and let her blonde hair hang loose. “You look lovely, Olive.” I complimented her and kissed her cheek after I locked our hotel door. “Thank you.” She smiled and held my arm as we walked toward the restaurant at the hotel.

“Oh hush, we will take care of things, okay? Leave that to us. Is that why you were worried? Girl, we'll take care of it, okay? You and Alpha Amal focus on trying to find her, we'll deal with this… wedding prep you keep talking about. ” “Yeah, that's right, now,” she paused, picking up a pen and jotter, “ what's your favorite flower? Updos or ? Would you rather wear your hair down?” “Purple Dahlias. They smell so divine, and they look good too!” With a smile, Charity asked her, “and the hair?” “Down, Alpha Amal likes it that way.” “Blue dress?” “Yeah, that stunning blue dress! She should wear that!” “I might even have the best earrings for the dress. I'll get them out for her.”

Olivia lay on the couch naked, her arms and legs wrapped around Pedro. Her skin was soft, silken, and he explored it with his hands, his lips, and his tongue. She made soft sounds as he worked a sudden breath. He was in no hurry, and she relaxed into the rhythm of lovemaking.

But Olivia had gone to bed nude, the sheet pooled at her waist, and I couldn’t help but step closer. Her bare breasts were exposed to my gaze, wobbling enticingly as she slowly shifted on her back. Her chest was pink, as were her neck and cheeks, and her hair was all around her like she’d been squirming all night. Even as I watched she licked her lips, giving a little sigh. It was obvious what kind of dream she was having, and heat rushed through me. She looked so alluring, so vulnerable, so open, and she had called for me.