Running to the bed and climbing in, excitement courses through my veins. I’m not sure if he wants me leaning against the headboard or lying down. Glancing at the book I was reading in the bathtub, I decide I’ll read while I wait. Once I’m comfortable, I lean against the headboard and pick it up, but keep reading the same sentence over and over again. So, I place it back on my nightstand and rub my hands over the duvet.
We’re going to have sex.I can’t believe I’m not more nervous. Since the day in his office, we’ve done everything but that. This morning I woke him up by sucking his dick. I think I shocked him. Once I made him come, he flipped me over and proceeded to bring me to the edge over and over until I had to get ready to go over to Connor’s. My breathing quickens thinking about it.
I never thought I’d enjoy something so much, but the control is in my hands. All I have to do is beg him to let me come. Except I didn’t. The door cracks open and my head snaps up. I suck in a breath at the sight of a naked Victor. He is so delicious I could lick every single inch of him. He walks toward me, his cock growing harder with each step.
“There are two rules tonight, treasure.”
“Yes, Sir.” I swallow, wondering what they’re going to be.
He takes a step toward me. “No edging. Not tonight.”
“Why?” I ask.
Victor stops next to the bed and grabs a fistful of the duvet. “Because this is us making love. However, rule number two, if you need to use a safe word, I want you to. What is your safe word if you need me to make adjustments or slow down?”
“Yellow,” I reply.
He tugs on the duvet, and it drops to my waist. My breathing increases at the thought of what’s coming next.
“And what is your safe word if you need me to stop?”
“Red,” I answer.
Victor pulls the duvet off me and climbs onto the bed. “Very good, treasure.” He drops between my legs and inhales. “You’re already so wet for me.”
I wet my parched lips as he runs his nose along the inside of my thigh. He kisses each of my scars and I whimper at the sweetness of it. This man has carved himself into me and nothing will ever compare to what he does to me.
When his delicious tongue swirls around my clit, I cry out and arch off the bed. I had no idea this could feel so good. He alternates between using the tip of his tongue and the pad of his tongue, making me so desperate for him I’m practically fucking his face. When he pushes a finger in me and curls it just so, I know I’m going to come. It’s usually about now that he stops, buthe continues and something fires in my brain, telling me I’m in danger.
Victor’s other hand comes up and begins massaging my breast until it calms me enough to remind me I’m with Victor. I’m safe. It’s okay to feel good. So, I tilt my head back, then begin to ride his finger and tongue again. When he focuses on my g-spot and sucks my clit into his mouth, I see stars and come with a shout.
“Sir!”
He continues to lick and rub until my orgasm subsides, and I melt into the mattress. He pushes up and smirks at me, wiping my juices from his mouth. I learned what squirting was after I gave him a blow job in the shower that day. At first I was mortified, but apparently he loves it. And he loves to gloat at the things Donovan never got out of me. That was definitely one of them.
He crawls up my body and kisses me. The first time he did that, I wasn’t sure what to think, but now I want to experience everything with him. “Are you ready?” he asks. His cock nudges my entrance and I suck in a breath.
“Yes, Sir,” I reply, wanting this like I want my next breath. Victor rests his weight on his forearm and grabs my thigh with his other hand. He pushes in slightly. As the tip of his cock enters me, I moan. It feels so good. “You feel so good, Sir,” I whisper.
Victor inches in more and I know he’s trying to go slow. “Please,” I beg. I wrap my legs around his waist and lift up, trying to force him in.
He chuckles in my ear. “You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” he whispers into my ear. I nod into his shoulder and he pushes all the way into me. “Fuuuuck,” he moans. “So hot. So wet. Made just for me.”
My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath. I wasn’t expecting it to be like this. I wasn’t expecting to want it like this. He pullsout, then thrusts into me, hitting my spot over and over again, making my eyes roll back into my head.
“S-sir.”
I grip his forearms, my nails digging in so hard they’re probably leaving marks. Though I want to grip his back, I don’t want to cause bad memories to rise up. I’m so full and I love it. He continues to thrust into me and I can tell with how choppy his movements are becoming, he’s probably going to come soon.
“Olivia. So. Fucking. Perfect.”
Each word is accentuated with a thrust. Clinging to him, I ride out the orgasm that is cresting. This time I welcome it. I want it. I know it’s going to be so good. He brings his hand between our bodies and swirls his thumb around my clit. It takes two circles before I come apart at the seams. He doesn’t stop; he thrusts into me until he comes with a shout.
He catches himself before falling on top of me so he doesn’t crush me. We’re both sweaty and breathing hard. I’m at a loss for words and it seems like he might be too because he doesn’t speak. He slowly pulls out of me and I immediately miss him. Victor rolls over onto his back and pulls me with him so I’m practically laying across his chest.
“Are you okay, treasure?” His heart is still beating fast.
“More than okay, Sir.”
