He must have heard the desperation in my voice. Because he lifted off my body, making quick work of my leggings and underwear until I was bared to him. Oliver hesitated when the sight of me came into his view.
I cocked my head to see his face—lips parted in wonder. I searched for the lingering insecurities that had plagued me moments before; they weren’t there. Instead, a powerful surge of femininity and desire coursed through me. I spread my legs, opening myself up to him, letting him see every inch of me. Arching my back, I extended my arms over my head so my tits jutted up in the air. No one had ever made me feel as sexy as Oliver did, and all he did waslookat me.
‘Fuck. Look at how perfect you are.’ He muttered, watching my body writhe under his attention. His gaze snagged on my sex and a low rumble echoed in the back of his throat. ‘This pussy is weeping for me. Look how wet youare.’ He dipped two fingers in my wetness, spreading it around my entire pussy. Using his fingers tips like paint strokes.
I closed my eyes—unable to watch Oliver stare at my body with wonder. My chest gave a sharp pang of awareness.
For most of my life, I’d been placed at the bottom of every ladder. Even within my own family. My value was based on what I had accomplished rather than who I was as a person. The way Oliver was looking at me? It made me feelwhole.
Like I had nothing to prove.
‘Is this all for me?’ he said in a tone so low it vibrated right up through my pussy to my throat, banding around making it difficult to draw breath.
Hot breath fanned over my pussy. I was seconds away from sobbing—begging him to lower his head and perform magic the way that only his tongue could do.
‘Answer me, Fallon. Answer me and I’ll take this ache away.’ He lowered his body to the bed, his face inches away from my sopping cunt.
‘Yes, yes,Jesus Christ, it’s all for you.’
He heard the smile in his voice as he said, ‘Good girl.’
I didn’t have a moment to truly experience those words because he plunged three fingers inside me and latched onto my clit, sucking that bud into his mouth,hard.
And I detonated.
Sparks danced behind my eyelids and a scream tore from my throat. Yeah, Oliver-motherfucking-Blake, made me scream.
The fingers in my pussy curled, hitting that spot that made my world tilt on its axis, sending me spiralling from my first orgasm right into my second. Before Oliver, multiple orgasms were like unicorns—the thing you used to dream about but as you got older realised that most of thetime you have to settle for the fact that people just put horns on tops of horses and called itmythical.
Oliver laved long strokes of his tongue against my pulsing clit. My breathing was straining, only just starting to return to normal. His fingers were still buried inside me. And God help me, Ilovedthem there. My heart knocked impatiently against my chest. Echoing around my skull, tapping out a rhythm like morse code. I didn’t need to decipher it to know what it was trying to tell me.
I loved him being inside me. I loved him taking control of my body. I loved everything about him.
I lovedhim.
Oh, God.
My heart beat sped up as if cheering me on. Clapping against my chest as the realisation settled in my body.
It was ridiculous on so many levels. In real life, the plus-sized basket case doesn’t end up with the hot famous athlete. It was a fantasy straight out of one of Rosie’s romance books. Speaking of books, what happened when I’d finished writing and Oliver’s story was out in the world? When he went back to playing and travelling the world… he’d remember this moment in time as nothing more than a blip on his radar. That thought sent a shiver of sorrow straight through me.
That’s all I’d be. Nothing more than a footnote in his story. Thinking it was anything more than that wouldn’t lead to anything good.
Oliver’s strong body crawled up the bed so he hovered over me, pressing a kiss to my lips, silencing all of my racing thoughts.
‘Where’d you go?’ he whispered, licking at the seam of mouth. Sometimes he was too perceptive for his own good.
The words lodged in my throat. I couldn’t get them out, but God help me the need to be close to him was driving me crazy. I reached up and circled my arms around his neck,pressing our bodies close. His hard cock weighed heavily against my belly.
‘Fuck me. Please,’ I begged.
Oliver pulled away, surveyed me for a second—finding nothing amiss, he grinned and took one more pull from my lips and got to his knees.
‘On your hands and knees,’ he rasped.Fuck.I was going to come again just from the deep cadence of his voice.
Doing my best to breathe life into my muscles I did as instructed. Tilting my head, I arched my back and looked over my shoulder at Oliver who was roaming his hands up and down my spine. Pulling a mess of moans and silent pleas from me.
‘Every time I think you can’t turn me on more than I am, you prove me wrong. Feel what you do to me.’ He placed his cock in between my arse cheeks. I let out an obscene moan at the sensation. Sweat beaded on my forehead, the air in my lungs coming out in short pants.
