Olivia's POV
Christopher's hands roamed over my body, exploring with an intensity that made my pulse race. He shifted beneath me, and I could feel his desire through the thin fabric of our clothes. The heat between us was palpable, almost overwhelming.
I pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes. "You really are insatiable, aren't you?"
He smirked. "Only when it comes to you."
His lips found mine again, and this time the kiss was deeper, more urgent. His hands slid up my thighs, pushing my dress higher until it bunched around my waist. The cool air against my bare skin made me shiver.
"Daddy," I gasped as his fingers brushed against the edge of my panties.
"Shh," he murmured against my lips. "Just let me take care of you."
I let out a soft moan as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric, teasing me with slow, deliberate strokes.
"You're so wet," he whispered. "Do you want me to make you come right here?"