“I’ve never met someone I couldn’t walk away from until I met you.” He leaned forward and captured my mouth with his.
My heart thrummed quickly in my chest at his words.
He pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I welcomed it, savored it as it moved perfectly in sync with my own. I laced my fingers into his hair and pulled him closer. He grabbed my hipsand picked me up against him. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he turned and pressed my back to the wall.
Having me pinned between him and the wall allowed his hands to travel my body. He cupped my face before letting them slide down my neck to my chest. He kneaded my breasts and teased my nipples by rubbing the pad of his thumb across them again and again.
He broke our kiss when I became breathless, but he didn’t pull away. He kissed my chin, my jaw, and my neck. He moved his hips forward and back, allowing his erection to glide against my folds.
My heart rate spiked the second he touched me, and my whole body became hyperaware. A soft whimper left my lips, and he slammed his mouth back on mine, kissing me hard and fast. He moved his fingers between my legs, rubbing circles around my clit before dipping them lower and thrusting them into my pussy. The heel of his palm was against my sensitive clit, grinding against it with every thrust and wiggle of his fingers.
He broke our kiss and pulled back just enough for his eyes to roam my body. He watched the way his hand was bringing me pleasure before returning his eyes to my face.
“You’re so gorgeous when you’re moments away from coming for me.”
I dug my fingernails into the backs of his shoulders as he worked me closer.
“Did he ever watch you like this?”
I knew he was talking about Alex. I shook my head as I held on for dear life, feeling my release building deep in my core.
“Could he make you come like I do?” His sharp jaw flexed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed.
I was too close to losing control. I couldn’t talk. I just shook my head again as my breathing became louder, heavier.
“I want to watch you come on my fingers, Amelia.” He leaned in and nipped my bottom lip. “But I don’t want you to come until I say. Understand?”
My eyes found his, and I nodded.
His hand worked faster, and I found it harder to hold back my release. My whimpers and moans grew louder, echoing through the bathroom.
“Not yet, baby.” He ran his tongue across his bottom lip.
My heart was slamming against my chest, and my breathing was loud and erratic. I dug my nails deeper as I got closer and closer to my orgasm. I wasn’t sure how much more I could let it build. I already felt consumed by it. The longer I held it back, the stronger it became.
Somehow, Oliver sensed when I could no longer hold it back because he whispered, “Now, baby. Come on my fingers like a good girl.”
I wasn’t sure if it was because he told me to or if I just couldn’t hold it back any longer because I came undone on command. My release went soaring through my entire body, making my toes curl and my back arch. He didn’t slow down at all.
He kept working me over and watching every expression that ran across my face. I came so hard that my orgasm came squirting out of me. I saw the way it caused his eyes to darken, and instead of fighting it, I gave myself over to it.
The next thing I knew, he was removing his fingers and was thrusting his hard cock into me instead. There was no easing in, no warning. He went in completely, as deep as our bodies would allow. His mouth slammed down on mine in the same instant, and he jerked his hips in an upward motion, causing his coarse dark hair to rub against my already overly sensitive clit. The mixture of it all was like a reset button for my orgasm. Insteadof it winding down, it started all over. Wave after wave of pure passion and pleasure washed through me.
He turned off the water and pulled me away from the wall. His mouth stayed locked with mine as he carried me back to the room.
Instead of lying me down across the bed, he sat on the edge, putting me on top. His hands squeezed my hips as I lifted myself up and lowered myself back down.
“So fucking good,” he whispered, biting my neck. He smacked me on the ass. “Come on, baby. Don’t be shy. Ride it like you stole it,” he murmured with a smirk.
I worked harder, faster, wanting to make him come undone, but in the end, all I did was shatter myself. It gave him the time he needed; once I was tired and weak, he was ready to go more. He put me onto my back and rolled his hips, thrusting into me.
He placed my ankles on his shoulders and spread his legs, sitting on his knees with them on either side of my hips. My eyes were rolling back, but I was still able to watch him lick the pad of his thumb. A moment later, he was rubbing it across my clit as he rocked into me, harder, faster.
I watched his eyes fall closed, and his lips parted. His chest heaved, and his muscles flexed. Still, he moved faster, his thrusts going deeper.
This time, when I came undone, I took him with me. He let out a deep moan as he twitched inside me. I felt him spill himself in one, two, three deep pumps. His hips slowed to a stop, and then he fell to the bed at my side, weak, breathless, and covered in a sheen of sweat.
Neither of us could move for the longest time, and once he gathered his strength, he didn’t go far. He simply pulled the blanket up over both of us, turned off the bedside lamp, and then he lay down, holding me against him. And that was the last thing I remembered.
