"Fucking perfect," he mutters. Then, his mouth is on me.
The sensation rips a cry from me. His tongue is hot and wet and skilled, lapping at my folds like he's dying of thirst. My hands tangle in his hair, not sure if I'm pulling him closer or trying to push him away from the overwhelming pleasure.
"Oh gods, Oliver." My hips buck against his face, shameless.
He groans against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. His hands grip my thighs, holding me open as his tongue explores every inch of me. When he finds that bundle of nerves at my apex, I nearly come off the bed.
"There," I gasp. "Right there, please."
He focuses his attention there, circling and sucking until I'm writhing beneath him. I've touched myself before, found my own release. But this is nothing like that. This is consuming, overwhelming, like I'm being pulled apart at the seams.
"You are delicious," Oliver murmurs against my flesh. "So wet for me. So fucking sweet."
His words push me higher. One of his fingers slides inside me carefully, testing. My body clenches around the intrusion, eager for more.
"More," I beg, past the point of pride. "Please, more."
A second finger joins the first, stretching me. The slight burn only adds to my pleasure, sharpening it to an almost painful edge. His tongue never stops its assault on my clit, working in tandem with his fingers until I'm completely lost.
"That's it," he encourages. "Come for me."
The command, coming from my supposed property, should anger me. Instead, it's exactly what I need. The tension coiling tighter and tighter snaps, pleasure crashing over me in waves so intense I see stars.
I cry out his name, my body convulsing around his fingers, my thighs clamping around his head. Oliver doesn't stop, working me through every spasm until I'm oversensitive and trembling.
When he finally pulls away, his face is glistening with my release. The sight is obscene and erotic and makes something possessive unfurl in my chest.
"Come here," I demand, my voice wrecked.
He crawls up my body, settling between my thighs again. His cock presses against my entrance, so close to where I'm empty and aching for him.
"We should stop," he says, even as his hips rock forward, the head of his cock sliding through my wetness. "If we do this, there's no going back."
"I know." My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer. "I don't care. I just know I want you. Need you."
"Fuck." His control is fraying; I can see it in his eyes. "This is insane."
"Yes." I pull him down into a kiss, tasting myself on his tongue. "Do it anyway."
Oliver
She's giving me permission.Practically begging me. And I know I should refuse, should maintain whatever shred of sanity still exists between us. But I'm only human, and she's looking at me like I'm the only thing in the world that matters.
I've never wanted anything as much as I want this. Want her.
"I'll go slow," I promise, my voice rough. "I don't want to hurt you." I press forward carefully, feeling the head of my cock breach her entrance. She's so tight, so hot, and I have to struggle to maintain control. Every instinct screams at me to thrust hard and deep, to claim her completely, but I force myself to go slow.
Primsyn's fingers dig into my shoulders, her breath hitching as I push deeper. I can feel the resistance, the final barrier that, once crossed, changes everything between us.
"Breathe," I murmur, kissing her jaw, her neck, anywhere I can reach. "Just breathe."
She does, her body relaxing slightly. I press deeper, feeling the barrier give way. She gasps, her nails raking down my back, but she doesn't tell me to stop.
"Okay?" I ask, holding myself still even though it's torture.
"Yes. More. I need more."
I push the rest of the way in, burying myself to the hilt. We both groan at the sensation of being fully joined. She's gripping me like a fist, her body throbbing around mine, adjusting to the intrusion.
