His hands stopped roaming when they felt my muscles tense.
‘Talk to me. What happened just then.’
I stared at the ceiling, breathing laboured as I tried to make sense of my thoughts. Oliver climbed up my body, caging me in with his hands on my face.
‘Where’d you go?’ he asked, searching my face. Concern bleeding out of his crystal blue eyes.
‘Could, uh….’Fuck I was ruining this.‘Could you turn the lights down a little.’
Most guys hadn’t cared about my bedroom lighting preferences as long as they got their dick wet, so I’d expected Oliver to shrug and do as I asked, but a dangerous expression crossed his face.
His lips thinned. With one hand, he cupped the side of my face that was trying to look anywhere but at him, and he gripped it so I had no choice but to stare back at him.
‘Why?’ His voice held an edge of danger, daring me to answer incorrectly.
My legs were splayed out on either side of his hips, his jeans and my thin underwear the only separation between us.
I tried to shift away from him, but he was a giant lump on top of me. A sexy, hot as fuck lump that was demanding I admit the truth.
‘Because I’d feel more comfortable.’
‘Why?’ he pushed.
I exhaled a frustrated breath. ‘This isn’t how this should go. Can’t you just do as I asked, and then we can get down to the crazy hot fucking.’
The formality in my tone made me internally cringe. If Oliver was put off by how I spoke, he didn’t show it.
Instead, he considered the look on my face and like a mind reader spoke my fear into the darkened room. ‘You want to turn off the lights because you think the moment you don’t have clothes to cover all the parts of yourself that you feel insecure about, I’m going to suddenly see you as… what? This puddle of flesh? You think I care if you’ve got a stomach and thick thighs?’
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
Oliver gripped my chin harder, not enough to hurt, but enough to drive home his point and tell me he was deadly serious.
‘You want to cover us in a veil of darkness, so you turn into a faceless fuck. I’m not letting you do that.’ His other hand trailed down my body to my stomach. ‘I want to see this stomach move as I bury my cock so far inside you that you feel me here for days.’ He pressed down on my belly. ‘I want these thighs practically strangling me as I eat your cunt because I know I’m gonna get so fucking addicted to your taste I don’t know how I’m going to get through another day without having my fix.’ His hand lowered to my thighs, gripping my flesh tightly.
‘You won’t deprive me of seeing you come, sweetheart. By the time we’re done and you’ve come so many times you’ve lost count, the only thought in your head will be how you can’t possibly come again, and then’—he pressed a feather-light kiss to my gaping mouth—‘I’m going to prove you wrong.’
The noise from my mouth was barely more than a whimper. My eyelids fluttered closed.
He smirked wickedly and peppered kisses down my neck. His fingers deftly lifted the material of my shirt, hiking it up and over my body, tossing it aside. I didn’t have time to beself-conscious. When he reached my bare stomach, he laved long, wet kisses all over my skin as if proving to me that he found all of me attractive, even the rolls of my stomach. When he was satisfied, he shifted down the bed and threw my legs over his shoulder, hesitating with his mouth hovering over my pussy.
His eyes connected with mine. ‘Do you want this?’
I was dangerously close to hyperventilating, but I managed a nod.
‘Words, baby, I need words.’
Baby.I wasn’t going to make it out of this bedroom alive.
‘Yes, yes, for fucks sake, please just put your mouth on me.’ That was all the reassurance he needed. He rolled my underwear down my legs, threw them onto the floor and dove head first into my pussy, and with one magical flick of his tongue, my hips nearly bowed off the bed.
He pressed a hand to my stomach, holding me down as he placed long, open-mouthed kisses to my sex, his tongue laving at my clit like it was hunting for buried treasure.
‘Holy shit,’ I cried out when he stiffened his tongue and began flicking it up and down. I felt his soft chuckle against my pussy. He kept up the rhythm. Over and over again, building me up until my body arched against him and I fell off that cliff. Another chuckle sounded. It vibrated all over, making me want something more: to be filled with as much of him as I could handle. This might be a mistake I would regret in the morning, but if Oliver stopped what he was doing right now, I’d burst into tears.
He continued his ministrations. ‘God, you taste like fucking heaven,’ he spoke, but his words barely broke through my lust-filled haze. I pulled on his shirt that he was still wearing—a crime in itself—trying to get his attention.
‘Inside me,’ I breathed out, barely able to form sentences. ‘Need you inside me.’
