He gave a few thrusts behind me, letting his cock slide back and forth over my butt. It felt incredible. I was no stranger to anal. In fact, it was something that really turned me on. So feeling Oliver so close to that forbidden hole made my pussy clench. Maybe one day we’d get there, but right now I needed him buried deep inside of me. Hitting the spot that I knew you only reached in this position.
‘Ready, love?’ Oliver reached over to his bedside table and fished out a condom, tearing it out of the foil wrapper and sliding it down his erection. Anticipation swirled in my veins.
I nodded. Words were too damn hard right now. Oliver seemed to gather that because he let out a low throaty chuckle.
‘Just wait until you feel me deep inside this gorgeouscunt.’ He teased my entrance with the tip of his cock. Up and down. Purposely driving me insane.
‘Oliver.Please.’My begging snapped whatever leash Oliver had placed on himself. He grabbed my hips in his hands and in one smooth thrust, slammed all the way into my pussy.
‘Ah, fuck, fuck, Oliver.’ My arms gave out and I collapsed onto the duvet, letting it muffle my cries.
He pistoned his hips and drew his thick length out of my fluttering channel, and thrust back in once more. His grip on my hips was punishing. I was certain I’d wake up with bruises in the morning. That thought caused another moan to escape.
‘You feel what you do to me?’ Oliver asked through gritted teeth as he pumped into me. ‘Make me so fucking hard.’ He punctuated every word with a thrust, sending my pulse skyrocketing.
‘Need to see you,’ he rasped. All thoughts in my head had been wiped away, so I didn’t protest when he pulled out, laid down next to me and wrangled my half-dead limbs until I was straddling him. His cock standing to attention between us. My hips moved of their own accord, slamming down until I’d taken every inch of him inside me.
His fingers dug into my thighs as I rode him. His eyes went glassy as he gazed up at me and I revelled in the fact that I was the one making him lose his mind. Making him chantfuck, fuck, fuck,over and over again as if that was the only word his brain could conjure up. I hated this position. It showed every roll, every ounce of my body that I usually positioned to make more palatable to my partner. But Oliver had eradicated all lingering insecurities; with his words, with his actions. And right now, I couldn’t find it in me to be self-conscious, because I was the one making this man clutch my body like alifeline. I was the one causing his eyes to roll back in his head. So I bounced, letting my body writhe on top of him, loving that I could feel every rigid, thick inch of him inside me.
My climax rose steadily. My legs started to shake, my back arched.
His hips snapped up, driving into me.
‘Give me your eyes.’ It was only him issuing that gruff demand that I realised at some point my eyes had clamped shut.
My heart thundered against my chest when I peeled my eyes open to see his bewildered expression. Staring at me like I was an apparition. Something he couldn’t fathom came to be.
He jerked upright, putting us eye to eye, mouth to mouth.
‘Kiss me.’ The words hadn’t left his mouth before I crushed my lips to his. He gripped my arse, forcing my pace to quicken as we both neared that glittering finish line.
He placed hurried kisses down my neck, sinking his teeth into my shoulder.
‘Come for me. Come and let me hear that voice, and feel that sweet cunt squeeze my cock.’
‘Oh, God,’ I sobbed, my movements growing jerky. Like my body knew that I wasn’t in charge at the moment, it responded to his command. My orgasm shook through me, stronger than the last one. He swallowed my scream, taking from my mouth, claiming me. My climax was obviously too much for him because he tore his mouth from mine to shout up at the ceiling. I’m not sure how it’s possible, but I felt him grow bigger inside me right before his release shattered through him.
We both fell to a heap in the crumpled bed sheets. I drew in deep lungfuls of air. My skin was coated in sweat and my thighs were slick with wetness.
Oliver didn’t seem to care as he slid an arm underneathmy back and hauled me into his chest. A stunned laugh left my lips, ‘Glad you did that. I’m not sure if you’d asked me to move, I’d be able to. Seriously, you’ve turned me to jelly,’ I mumbled into his chest, finding the loud thudding of his heart soothing.
He ran a hand down my back, sending fresh shivers racing through me.
I waited for a sarcastic comment, the inevitable quip. When it didn’t come, I tilted my head to look at him.
He looked wrecked. A line creased his brow and he stared up at the ceiling, eyes wide. He looked…scared.
‘Oliver?’ I propped myself up on an elbow. I cupped his cheek, forcing him to look at me.
‘What’s wrong?’
His eyes focused on me—not losing that wild edge—breathing laboured. He gripped the back of my head, pulling me close and brushing a soft kiss to my forehead. I was about to ask again when he spoke—the words low and filled with vulnerability.
‘Where did you come from?’ he breathed against my skin.
I nestled my face into the crook of his neck, trailing my fingers across his chest.
‘Could ask you the same question,’ I croaked.
