My face heated from the raw want in his words, and I nodded, anticipation and need and want swirling into a dangerous, almost addictive state. “And I’d like nothing more than to feel you fuck me bare.”
He shut his eyes, groaned as he bent down and kissed me so fucking hard. Then he slid his finger out of me and sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard. “Get on top of me right now, Sloane. I have about five seconds before I lose my mind.”
I couldn’t imagine any world where I didn’t do what he asked. Grinning, I crawled toward him, taking my time and letting my breasts graze his thighs and stomach. Then, wanting to push him even further, I bent down and ran my tongue along his length once, then twice.
“Fucking shit, Sloane. Knock it off and slide your pussy on me right now.”
I giggled. I couldn’t stop it. I’d never had this type of trust with any lover, and I loved this feeling. The trust was freeing. I sucked him completely in my mouth, but he grabbed my hair and pulled me away, an unhinged look on his face.
“What? Do you not like my mouth on you?”
“Honey, we have time for that. So much time that soon enough you’re gonna get on your fucking knees and let me fuck that mouth, but right now, I need to fuck you. I’m not gonna ask again, so please get on top of me.”
His voice cracked, and he looked in pain, so I spread my legs and positioned myself right on top of his length. I gripped him, sliding the head of his cock up and down my pussy, then spat on his length.
“Holy fucking shit. That was—Sloane—so hot.”
He couldn’t even speak full words, then I sank down on him, wincing at his size and length, but I couldn’t stop watching his expressions. He said he was in charge, but I felt pretty powerful right now. His mouth hung open, his pupils dilated, his hand fisted off to the side, like his brain shut off and he’d frozen like this. I bent down and sucked his bottom lip as I rocked my hips up and down, taking him even farther. “How does my pussy feel bare, Oliver?”
He snapped into action then, slamming his mouth against mine as he gripped my ass hard. “Fuck, fuck, honey. You are the dream.”
After that, it was like we turned into animals. Oliver flipped us over, his mouth either on my neck, jaw, or face the entire time. I clawed at his back as he thrust into me over and over, his grip so tight it hurt on my ass. But I gripped him too, wanting to leave a mark. This was weeks of tension and flirting and heat exploding, and I was along for the ride.
Oliver brought one of my knees up to my chest, then continued his pace, but with the position, he reached down and swirled my clit as he stared at me. “Need to feel you come around me, baby. Might die if I don’t.”
I believed him. He was undone, unpolished, and so gone for this moment I wished I could save and replay this forever. I’d never felt this desired, this wanted in my life, and I tilted my hips, taking him even farther when he moaned into my neck.
“You like my pussy all tight around you, Oli-baby?”
“Fuck me,” he growled, biting my earlobe so hard he probably broke skin. “You’re gonna kill me. You’re gonna take me out, and I’d let you.”
I laughed, again, but he took me harder, deeper, hitting a spot deep inside me where my nerves exploded. This wasn’t the wave after wave orgasm, this one almost hurt it was so deep, so hard, so intense. I arched my back and cried out, gripping whatever I could on him—his hair, his back, his firm ass. Tears welled in my eyes as the pleasure took me, and before I was done, Oliver let out the sexiest, growliest moan I had ever heard as he sucked my neck. I felt him come inside me. Then he stilled, pushed up to stare at me, and smiled.
It was the softest, proudest, happiest grin I had ever seen, and it did something weird to my heart. My chest tightened, and I had the urge to cry.
“My god, woman.” His eyes widened as he shook his head in disbelief. “My queen. You are…” He laughed, kissed me softly,then pulled out of me. “You stay right the fuck there. Let me worship you.”
How was he twenty-six and spoke like this? How could sex be this good with someone? Why did it have to be this good with him, of all people?
Not ten seconds later, he returned with a wet towel, and he stood at the end of the bed, the same soft smile teasing his face. “You are so fucking hot, and I can see my cum spilling out of you. Can I just…” He leaned forward, swirling his finger over it on my thigh and then he thrust his fingers back inside me. “In your book,” he said, voice lower. “The man wanted his cum to stay inside her all day so she knew who she belonged to. Do you remember that?”
“Of course I do.” Damn, even my voice was husky and sexy now.
“I understand the feeling.” He chewed his lip, his finger still inside me, an unreadable look crossing his face. Then he pulled it out and brought the towel between my thighs, his focus on cleaning me up the same focus he had on the field. He took care of me like I mattered.
Then, he tossed the towel to the floor and kissed my stomach. “How are we feeling? Do we hurt? Need anything?”
“Is this the collective we?” I teased, leaning into him as he held out his arm. I rested my head on his shoulder, breathing in his sweaty, chlorine, soapy scent. “I can’t speak for you, but I feel better than I have in a long time.”
“Mm, I like that answer.” He played with my hair, a contented sigh leaving his lips. “Are you sure I didn’t hurt you?”
“I mean, there are some parts of me you left a mark.” I sat up, lifted my messy hair, and pointed to my neck. “How bad is it?”
His eyes darkened, and he smirked. “I mean, I want to make sure that doesn’t hurt, but it does things to me to see the markI left on you.” He licked his lip, then ran a finger over it. “You might not believe this, but I’m not usually so possessive.”
“Sure.”
“Sloane.” His jaw bobbed as he swallowed, his gaze intense. “I’m not kidding. Something about you makes me feel like this jealous little caveman.” His eyes moved from my face to my neck, then my chest and hips. He grinned. “I’m sorry about the bruises on your hips too. But not too sorry.”
