Olivia's POV
With a slow, deliberate motion, I slid Christopher's pants and boxers down, freeing his hard cock. It sprang up, long and thick, a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip. My pussy clenched at the sight, anticipation coiling in my stomach.
"So fucking beautiful," I breathed, marveling at the sight of him. The bobbing plane only added to the excitement, enhancing my hungry gaze as I leaned in, using my tongue to swipe up that glistening drop.
"Ah, fuck." He groaned at the contact, his fingers tightening their grip.
I hummed, dragging my tongue along the sensitive underside. Teasing him, I used my tongue to draw circles around the head, slowly outlining the shape before flicking at the tip.
"Goddamn, your mouth," he hissed, his hips jerking. But I held him firmly, my hands now joining in the exploration.