Her fingers threaded through my hair, back arching as I got closer to her nipple.
‘Ah…’ she gasped when I sucked one through the material of her shirt. Trying to get control a little more, she took a few deep breaths. ‘I… won’t ruin the illusion and tell you about the back pain and trouble finding supportive bras.’
Tugging on the material of her shirt, I pulled down her shirt so her bra was uncovered. Leaning down to kiss her once more because the taste of her was becoming addictive, I whispered against her lips, ’Do you want to stop?’
She pulled away, eyes widening as I hovered over her. The things I wanted to do to this woman made my skin prickle with anticipation. But I knew the dynamic between us would change and as much as I wanted to feel her tighten around my cock, I had enough blood flowing to my actual brain to make me pause.
Her hands were twined at the back of my neck as she looked up at me. Lips swollen from our kiss, and cheeks flushed with the prettiest pink I’d ever seen.
She took a few sharp breaths, looking at me like she was searching for some hidden meaning behind my words.
Finally, she said, ‘I don’t want things to change. We have to work together. We…’ Her words started to come out in short gasps.
I stopped the flow of words with a kiss. ‘Nothing is going to change. I won’t let it.’
‘Promise?’ she asked in a voice that was half need and half hope.
‘Promise,’ I vowed, pressing our foreheads together.
A beautiful smile curled at her lips. ‘Then, would you beso kind as to take me into my bedroom and fuck me so hard you’ll make Eeyore blush?’
I stared at her a moment before bursting out with laughter. ‘Such manners,’ I growled into her neck, playfully biting, making her moan loudly. I slipped my arms under Fallon and lifted her into my arms. She let out a loud squeal of protest. I ignored her, walking with purpose to her bedroom.
30
FALLON
Ihad never been thrown in my life, yet Oliver had tossed me onto the bed like I weighed nothing, making me feel small and delicate. Usually, during sex, it was hard for me to get out of my head and stop thinking about making my body look a certain way—especially when men couldn’t shift positions with me as easily as they could with thinner, more flexible women.
This didn’t even seem to cross Oliver’s mind because as soon as my back hit the mattress, he knelt at the foot of the bed, slid his fingers into the hem of my pyjama bottoms and yanked them off my body in a move so quick it made my head spin. I had half a second to send up a prayer of thanks to past me, who chose not to wear her Winnie the Pooh pyjamas but instead chose a sensible pair of navy drawstring pants with a cute top.
He ran his hands up and down my thighs, kissing me from my knee to my hip, soft pecks that were lighting my skin on fire. A soft moan fled past my lips.
The whole evening had flipped so quickly, and not a single ounce of me was complaining.
‘Oliver,‘ I breathed. My sex tingled, aching for him to inch closer, but he didn’t. He kept a steady stream of kisses all over my legs, gripping my thighs firmly, moulding them to the shape of his hands.
The men I’d slept with previously had never been a fan of going down on me, so I didn’t expect Oliver to. I didn’t even need him to; all I wanted was for him to dosomething.
Touching him felt decadent, almost forbidden. Seeing this gorgeous man so entranced by my body created a flush that went all the way from my pussy to my cheeks.
I propped myself up on my elbows to see him. His hair was mussed from how many times I’d scraped my hands through it.
He looked up at me with heavy-lidded eyes, his lips placing one last sensual kiss on my inner thigh.
I leaned forward, wanting to get him closer,needinghim closer.
‘Lie back.’ He ordered. His voice was low and thick with lust.
If a sex daze was real, then I was suffering from it badly. My brows drew together. ‘What?’
‘Lie. Back.’ He used his hands to spread my thighs apart, fitting his body snuggly between them.
I huffed, wanting to touch him, but seeing the determined glint in his eye, I knew I wouldn’t win this fight. And really, who was I kidding? This man wanted to get me naked and, hopefully, fuck me into tomorrow. I wasn’t about to complain.
His hands never stopped roaming over my legs and thighs and then slid higher. I gasped when a finger slid from my entrance to my clit in one swift motion over my underwear. So quick I’d almost thought I’d imagined it until he did it again.
‘I can see you soaking through your underwear. Fuck,Fallon,’ he groaned as if the sight was too much for him. I knew how desperate I must look to him, arching my back and all but begging for him, and for one split second, a flash of insecurity snatched my desire away.
