I can’t hold back. I try. I hold my breath, her pussy tightening, her cries becoming louder, her hips stuttering, and when her muscles clench around me, I’m done for.
“Elias! Oh my god, yes!” She shouts my name so loud, there’s no way the neighbors don’t hear it.
Wrapping my arms around her, I flip us, push her legs back to expose her pretty cunt, and watch as my thick cock stretches her again. My pace is fast. Our skin slaps together, the tingle at the base of my spine telling me my orgasm is close.
“I’m going…I’m close. Fuck! I’m close.” This time, it’s me that grabs the headboard, using it to slam into her as hard as I can.
She rakes her nails down my back, clutching onto my ass to pull me closer. I want to be deeper. I want to be closer. I physically can’t be closer, no matter how hard I try. A crack sounds, wood splintering. I don’t care look up. Nothing could take my focus away from Olivia—the way her lips are parted in ecstasy, the way the hair around her forehead is damp from sweat.
Sweat caused by me.
By us.
“Again! I’m…I’m…” She sinks her teeth into my shoulder as another orgasm possesses her.
“Fuck, Olivia!” I growl, burying myself to the hilt as I come. “Oh, fuck.” Every jet that pulses out of me, I try to drive deeper. I want my cum to find her womb. I was serious when I said I didn’t want to waste any more time.
“Mmm, yes. Give me all of it,” she moans, trying to pull me into her further.
I bend down, sealing my lips over hers, kissing her until I can’t breathe. We swallow each other’s moans, my hand cupping her fragile jaw. I press my forehead against hers, and we lie there in silence trying to catch our breaths.
I’m trembling. My hand is still gripping the headboard and my arm is shaking. My hair falls on my face when I glance back down at her. Her red hair is fanned across the pillow, her cheeks flushed a bright pink.
The freckles scattered across her nose and the tops of her cheeks seem a shade darker, stark against the natural flush of heatgracing her face. She’s beautiful; no words can describe how stunning she is in my eyes.
She’s everything.
I’m completely in love. I knew it from the moment I saw her outside. It was the last thing we had to do for me to know completely.
“Wow,” she whispers, her fingers lazily drifting up and down my back.
“I know. It’s never?—”
“Been like that with anyone else? Me either.” Her curious touch finds its way over my shoulder and to my chest. She flattens her palm over my heart, the thump beating against her hand as I come down from the high she just gave me.
“Good.” I bend down, kissing her again. “Because there’s no way in hell I’ll ever be able to let you go be with another man. Your dating days are over, Olivia.”
I can’t get enough of those lips.
She wraps her arms around my neck, her smile full of genuine happiness. “Is that so? Does that mean we aren’t dating? If not, what would that make us?”
“More than dating. That’s all I know. I don’t want you to date anyone. I want this. I want only us. I don’t want you seeing other people, and I hope you’re on the same page.”
“I don’t want to see anyone else either.”
I close my eyes as she strokes my face with the back of her hand. “I love your touch. I knew it would feel good, but it’s better than I imagined.”
I lean into her touch, greedy for more.
“I love how you react to my touch,” she says.
Because I’ve never had anyone touch me the way she has. It’s been years of keeping to myself, years of not being close to people, years of thinking I’m better off on my own. Her touch, as it drifts across my chest in exploration, has brought me to life.
Maneuvering us to our sides, I wrap my arms around her, then tug her against my chest. My semi-hard cock is still inside her, hugged by warmth. In a few minutes, I’ll be ready to go again, and I don’t want to leave her.
I press a kiss on her shoulder where freckles spot her skin. We don’t say anything, just fall into comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s presence. I don’t want to leave this space. Right here. It’s all I’ve craved. I didn’t realize how much I wanted to be close to someone—someone who actually understands me.
She moves and it almost causes my cock to slip free of her. Tightening my hold, I reposition my hips, pushing back inside where I belong.
