He was right, but I pushed the reasons why out of my head for fear they’d take over the moment. My hair fanned out beneath me. I writhed, impatient to have him inside me as he rolled on the condom.
He took my arms and tugged me into a sitting position. Reaching back to unzip the length of my dress, he inhaled a sharp breath. “No bra,” he said, drawing the leather over my head. I pulled my knees to my chest, hugging myself, but he unfolded my arms, drinking in my naked body. “You’re incredible.”
He climbed over me, guiding my back against the mattress. I lifted my hips as he dragged my panties over my bent knees and down to my ankles, discarding them on the floor.
His mouth found mine again, his tongue hungry and ravaging, and I pushed back, my teeth nipping at his bottom lip. He covered my quivering body as he slid his arms underneath me, pinning me to him. His hips moved, and his kiss matched their pace. I became even wetter under his control—he was so maddeningly rigid against the inside of my thigh, rubbing his length up me, sliding along my opening before hitting my clit.
I thrust my hips up when I could no longer take it, opening my legs wider, steepling them for him. “David.” I exhaled. “Please, David. I can’t. I can’t take it.”
He spread my legs farther apart with his, baring me to him, and reached between us to deftly insert the tip of himself into me.
“Olivia,” he growled, looking to the ceiling in pleasure. “You’re so wet. So ready.”
“Please.” My voice pitched, impatient to fill the persistent ache David had inspired with one look.
He moved onto his elbows. A small sound escaped me as he eased inside. He exhaled, as if he’d been holding his breath, while I inhaled sharply, clenching the sheets in unforgiving fists as he gave me every last inch. My walls molded around him, and heaven opened inside me.He was what I’d been missing all this time.
I didn’t know how my face looked in that moment of pure bliss, but he whispered, “Are you okay?” We remained that way, momentarily immobilized by the earth-tilting sensation, until I managed a quick nod.
“You’re so fucking warm, Olivia,” he said, his eyes locked on mine. “From the moment we met, you’ve brought warmth to my life.” His breath quickened as he sought my mouth, kissing me as though it were the last thing he would ever do—needy, tender, and fast all at once.
He pulled out almost entirely and drove inside of me with a guttural groan. I gripped his arms and had only a second to put my legs around him before he thrust again, wrapping me up into his rhythm. His pace accelerated quickly, giving me exactly what I wanted and more than I knew I needed. Within seconds he was mercilessly driving into me over and over—yes yes yes, he moaned as though voicing my thoughts. He reached for my hair and pulled it, bowing my head to allow him access to my mouth as we fucked.
Our bodies moved greedily after weeks of sizzling tension. I cried out brokenly, heat building within me.
Oh, God. I was actually going to . . . come?
Slowly, but also swiftly in a way, my orgasm mounted, pulling me into a world I’d never been.
It felt so fucking good. So right. So unlike anything I’d experienced with another person.
David kissed that perfectly sensitive spot behind my ear. I licked and sucked the wet saltiness of his neck. I wanted this. I wanted to give him my first time. He whisked my forearms above my head in an iron grip, pushing them into the mattress. Our fingers intertwined, squeezing together as his thrusts became more and more frantic.
“Oh, God. You’re so beautiful, so hot,” he rasped. “Open up for me.”
Open for me. Don’t close, Olivia. Don’t fuck this up.
Thoughts of opening and closing, heat and cold, inadequacy and flaws began to rush over me. Here I was, underneath the most beautiful man in the world, and I was certain he was the answer to questions I’d stopped asking long ago.
Could I do this for David?
Let him in, give him the orgasm nobody else could draw from me?
As warmth receded, I had my answer. I couldn’t do it. David was wrong about me. I wasn’t hot; I was cold and too flawed, even for him.
I heard my name and opened my eyes, realizing I’d been squeezing them shut. “Come back,” he said, never breaking our rhythm. “Come on, Olivia. Look at me.” I met his gaze as he moved into me, slightly slower but with more force. The change in momentum had me gasping for air. “Olivia,” he moaned with such intense need that I moaned back and pulled him closer with my legs, urging him deeper.
“That’s it. Don’t look away,” he said, picking up his pace again. “Oh, God. That’s it.”
He never lost eye contact. Never stopped fighting for me. I’d thought David was the most dangerous thing in my life, but in the eye of the tornado we’d created, I could let go. I was safe here.
“David,” I cried suddenly. My bloodless fingertips tingled in his grasp; my thighs shook with the force of an impending explosion. He kissed me with the same force, giving me the push I needed to surrender.
“Let go, Olivia,” he commanded against my lips, and I constricted around him as my control vanished.
Pleasure seared through me, and everything around me went white. I gave myself over to the first blissful wave that ripped through me as David called my name over and over, coming fast and hard with me.
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