I’m dimly aware of my fingers clutching the sheets, but I manage to keep my hands exactly where he left them while my body convulses around him. When the intensity finally starts to ebb, he eases up, licking me through the aftershocks until I’m whimpering from oversensitivity.
His fingers carefully withdraw. And I melt into the bed, feeling more relaxed than I’ve been in months, maybe years.Oliver teasingly nips the inside of my thighs, leaving soft kisses along my hips and stomach as he climbs over my body before finally reaching my mouth. I’ve never tasted myself before. There’s something filthy and intimate and sinful about it.
“How are you feeling?” he asks between kisses.
“Like I’ve never actually had sex before.” I close my eyes and sink into the bedding with a deep sigh.
He huffs a soft laugh, dragging the tip of his finger down the bridge of my nose. “We haven’t gotten to that part yet.”
I crack one eye open. “There’s more?”
“Oh, Princess. We’re just getting started.”
My pussy clenches again as excitement and anticipation swirl inside me.
He brushes my sweat-dampened hair off my face and kisses my forehead. “You ready for me?”
“I don’t wanna wait any longer.” I reach between us and stroke his rock-hard dick over his jeans. Suddenly, my mouth goes dry when I discover how long and thick he is. A cocky smirk spreads across his lips when he registers my surprise. “I think I’m reconsidering my life choices,” I croak nervously.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make sure you take every inch.”
Cool air shocks my heated skin when he rises from the bed and strips off his clothes. My mouth gaps open as I watch him undress, revealing perfectly sculpted muscles, chiseled abs, and intricate ink covering his arms and chest. I’ve never seen a man’s body as beautiful as his, not on TV or even social media. Traces of the boy I knew in high school are still there, but Oliver Jacobson is all man now.
He settles between my thighs, bracing his weight on one forearm so he doesn’t crush me. His other hand slides up to catch one of my wrists again, pinning it gently above my head before he laces our fingers together. The position leaves me open, exposed, completely at his mercy.
I’ve never felt safer or more desired.
He nudges the head of his cock against my entrance, dragging it slowly through my wet slit. We groan at the contact as he continues to torture us both.
I wrap my free arm around his shoulders and pull him closer. “I want you, Oliver. Please.”
His control snaps and his lips capture mine in a heated kiss. Then he pushes in slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching me open with a burn that quickly melts into pleasure so good I can’t see straight.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, my nails digging into his skin. “You’re… big.”
“You’re so fucking tight, baby. Gripping me like you don’t wanna let me go.” He stills at the halfway point, his chest heaving with barely contained restraint. “Breathe,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead to mine. “Let me in. That’s it. Relax for me, Princess. You can take it. You’re my good girl, remember?”
His words ground me as he sinks inside. My body unclenches, bit by bit, and I feel myself soften. He pushes deeper, feeding me more of himself until his hips are flush with mine and I’m completely filled. We stay there for a moment, our quickened breaths mingling together while our bodies adjust.
I can feel him everywhere. I never want this moment to end.
He brushes his nose against mine. “You okay?”
Overwhelmed, I merely nod.
He tsks as he shakes his head. “Words, Princess. I always need your words.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
The term of endearment barely crosses my lips before he pulls back slowly, then slides in again, causing me to gasp. My back arches off the bed when he takes my hardened nipple into his mouth. He sets a steady, rolling rhythm that hasme moaning with every stroke. The sensation is…decadent. Sensual. Intimate in a way I didn’t know was possible.
His hand grips mine tighter when I start to move more than he’d like. Then I hear his voice, low and controlled, whisper in my ear. “I just want you to feel this time. Enjoy everything I give you. Let me show you how you deserve to be treated.”
Then he thrusts his hips harder and deeper, changing his angle so that the fat crown of his dick rubs deliciously across my G-spot with each stroke.
“Oh, right there,” I choke out. “Please, don’t stop.”
“I’m not going anywhere, baby. Look at me.”
