Olive stretched languidly on the bed, her curious gaze moving to his cock. Her eyes widened at the weeping tip, at the way he roughly moved his hand up and down his shaft.
She rolled to her knees. “Can I feel…”
He held still, hands clenched at his sides, while she explored his length with her good hand. He wasn’t going to last much longer. He’d almost come twice already, just from watching Olive blossom and shudder on his mouth. It was insanity. Where was his control? Where was his unflappable prowess? All it took was one virgin wallflower—no. All it took was Olive, and he was a randy, inexperienced young man again. He huffed out a laugh.
Olive looked up from her explorations. “Should this be making you laugh?”
“It isn’t,” he assured her. “I’m laughing at how close I am to spilling. Already. Again.”
“Is that bad?”
“Not bad, exactly. Surprising is the better word.”
“Because of…me?” She studied him, her hand tightening around his cock.
“Yes,” he groaned. She might be inexperienced in bed, but her musicians’ hands held a power of their own. “Just like that. A bit harder.” He wrapped his hand over hers and showed her how to jerk him. “Fuck, yes. That’s it. You’re doing so good.”
Too good. He was seconds away from spilling—from only her hand.
“Enough,” he managed. “Or you’ll make me come. I don’t want to come yet.”
“Why not?”
“Because I want to come inside you.”
“Oh.” She looked at his cock, then back up at him. “I want that, too.”
“Let me get the condom.”
He rolled to the edge of the bed and opened the package he’d set out earlier. Getting the condom on, however, was easier said than done. His fucking hands were shaking. What the hell was that about? He shook his head, exasperated with himself, and fought for composure. The condom finally in place, he moved between Olive’s long, lean legs. He stroked his hand down her skin, then looked up at her. She smiled back shyly, and his heart turned over in his chest.
“You’re so soft and sweet,” he said quietly, his hand reaching to her slit. He was pleased to find she was still wet. She was as excited about this as he was. He would make it as good for her as he could. “This is going to be?—”
“Incredible,” she finished in a teasing voice.
He had no rebuttal. Had entirely lost the ability to speak. All he could do was focus on sliding slowly, tenderly, inside her welcoming pussy. Inch by inch, she took him. He moved slowly, giving her body time to adjust. Doing his best to avoid causing her pain. When he filled her to the hilt, he let out his breath.
“Christ,” he managed, trembling with the need to withdraw. To plunge. To fuck. But he held tightly to his control. Then, she squeezed him from the inside. He saw stars.
“Oh.” Her voice was full of wonder. “Did you feel that?”
“Yes.” He hissed as she did it again. Her pussy walls clenched and pulsed around him, and a fine sweat broke out on his brow.
“It feels good,” she decided.
“So fucking good.” Yet he held still.
She did it a third time, then tilted her head back to look at him. “Are you going to move…or…?”
A laugh shuddered out of him. “I’m trying very, very hard not to spill right now. I’m on the edge, käraste. Already.”
“But that’s good, isn’t it?”
He pulled out slowly, then sank back in with exquisite slowness. Her sigh of pleasure tickled his ear. Her thighs pressed against his legs, anchoring him to her. He counted to ten in his mind, withdrew, then plunged in again. And again, faster. And again, harder. Over and over. He bit his lip, but it was no use. He was going to come, he could feel it. He steeled himself, growing rigid on top of her.
“What’s wrong?”
“Need to slow down,” he ground out. “Make this better for you.”
