Amelia
Ididn’t know whether messing around with Oliver was a good idea, but it was fun nonetheless.
Being with him was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It was nothing like being with Alex. I thought I’d experienced sex to the fullest.
Turns out, I was wrong. There’s so much more to sex than I ever thought. I was so enthralled by it that I didn’t question it or feel guilty about it. I didn’t know where life would take us. I didn’t know if we’d ever see one another again after this little adventure, but I didn’t care because I was determined to enjoy it for as long as possible.
Despite Oliver being quite well-endowed and the soreness he’d left behind, I was more than ready to take him again. I’d never had an orgasm through penetrative sex before. Alex was always just in and out, and I thought that’s how it was supposed to be. I’d finish myself alone after he’d leave me to shower or watch TV.
With Oliver, something came alive inside me. He made me feel things I didn’t even know existed.
And I was certainly never this forward with sex, but with Oliver, I felt comfortable. Like I could be in control too.
It helped that his dirty words rasped into my ear, made me feel feral and uncontrollable.
Knowing I could get a man like Oliver to lose it made me feel powerful.
“Just like that. There you go,” Oliver choked out as I rode him in the front seat of the car. His green eyes were fixed on mine in the moonlight as he guided me on his dick, his hands tight on my hips. He’d left bruises from holding me earlier, but I didn’t hate it.
“Like this, Ollie?” I asked breathlessly as I slowly rode him, his cock deep inside me and hitting that same place he’d hit earlier in the morning.
“Fuck, baby, just like that,” he groaned out before he kissed and nipped at my bare breasts.
I tangled my fingers in his soft, dark hair, relishing in how he made me feel. When we spoke about us, I wanted to say that I wanted him, but maybe I was too shy or nervous and scared of rejection, so I said I wasn’t ready when in reality, I wanted Oliver more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.
I rode him harder, faster, desperate to come undone on him and have him fill me again.
“Fuck,” he rasped. “You trying to make me come, baby?”
“Yes,” I answered breathlessly. “I want you to come for me. Please.”
“Ride me harder,” he instructed thickly, his hands still on my hips as he aided in moving me faster. “Fuck. Just like that. Just like that, baby. God. DAMN.”
His body tensed beneath mine at the same time I reached my peak. I cried out as I rode him, his cock twitching deep inside me as I came hard and fast all over his groin.
I slowed, breathless, and collapsed against him.
He pressed a fierce kiss to the top of my head, his dick still buried inside me. Surprisingly, he was still as hard as a metal pipe.
Gently, he brushed my hair aside.
“You OK?” he murmured.
I nodded against him. “Yeah.”
He hugged me gently and kissed my head again. I swallowed, not sure what I was supposed to do now. He was definitely still deep inside me.
Deciding I should probably get up, I went to move, but he was quick to pin me against his hard body.
“Where are you going?” he murmured in that deep rumbling voice of his.
“To my seat,” I replied softly.
A soft chuckle left him. “I’m your seat tonight.”
I relaxed against him.
“Stay right here with me,” he murmured softly.
