I take a few seconds to enjoy the feeling. Oliver kissing me and treating me like a map to explore makes my pussy throb, and I smile to myself that this is happening.
Deep down, I wanted to believe that one day, even if just once, I would have to confess what I desire, even if the sentiment isn’t returned. Except it is, and it’s not at all surprising.
We both knew.
My center of gravity has shifted, but before I can stumble, Oliver’s strong arms snake around my middle and he pulls me close. I don’t waste a second, and I begin to paw at his shirt, searching for the best way to lift it as we begin to walk together with our mouths sealed, circling together, until our legs hit the mattress.
I’m not sure if we are beginning or ending, but it’s only when his hand on the back of my neck pulls me close to enable our foreheads to touch that we pause. “Are you sure?” he checks in with a whisper.
My mouth stings in the best possible way from our kisses that have been a long time coming, but one word still manages to leave my lips. “Very.”
Softly, he kisses my forehead and my eyelids hood closed as I take a few seconds to let reality sink in. Then we are right back at it.
I’m tugging on his shirt, he’s finding the hem of mine. I drop down on the mattress, and he keeps his word and encases my body to ensure he can kiss me whenever the opportunity presents itself.
I’ve secretly been worshiping his toned body in my head for years, which is why I don’t take a moment to linger. Instead, I focus on dragging his shirt up.
He kneels on the bed for a second to yank his shirt over his head, and I do the same with mine. Lying on my back in shorts and a black lace bra, Oliver rakes his eyes all over my body, causing me to clench between my legs.
The subtlest of smirks returns to his face, and he leans down to unzip and drag my shorts down my legs that he holds in the air against his body. He has me pinned with a stare as he softly kisses my ankle before the shorts disappear onto the floor.
Every inch of skin that his eyes explore heats, and I’m desperate for him to touch me everywhere. It feels like time has slowed down, or maybe it’s the way I feel as I lift my upper body to unhook my bra, teasing him by sliding each strap down slowly before I toss the bra to the floor too and lie back with my mane of hair splayed across the mattress.
His sound of approval includes a small hiss. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”
Maybe he has said that once or twice when we were at a mutual social gathering, but never like this. Never as a man marveled by what he sees and his eyes powered by hunger.
“I don’t recall,” I simply reply.
He lies on his side next to me with his head propped against his bent arm. My breath hitches when his fingers arrive rightabove my belly button and swirl. A new wave of sensation zips straight to my nipples that are already hard and perky.
“I bet if I touch you right here,” his fingers barely touch over my lace panties, “that you’ll be soaking for me.”
I lift my hips, trying to bring his touch closer for friction, anything to relieve a little pressure from my clit, but he doesn’t play fair and his palm plants down on my belly to keep me firm on the mattress. With his mission accomplished, he drives his hand up to my breast, two fingers circling around my nipple, and I whimper when he pinches his fingers around the nub.
We both watch what his fingers are doing to me. “Be warned. If we are going to do this then I will be taking advantage of the whole night to fuck you senseless and get you out of my head.”
“Yes,” I whimper when his tongue darts out to play with my other nipple. “I believe we are in agreement of that plan.” My breathing is no longer steady; it’s growing heavy from the overload of Oliver around me and touching me. Soon, he’ll be in me.
He pops his lips off my nipple and shifts on the bed until he is on his knees at the end and between my thighs. His mouth trails from my belly button down, and he bites the fabric to taunt me, pulling enough fabric away for the air to hit my clit, and I want even more. He hooks his fingers into the waistband and yanks them down my legs.
The moment he brings the bunched fabric to his nose for a strong inhale, I nearly explode. It’s so erotic. He tosses my panties to the side, and his lips make contact with my skin.
Everything inside of me thrums with anticipation. One kiss and then another from my knee up my thigh, tantalizing me as he closes the distance. I keen with a need for more because I’m growing impatient.
I’ve waited for this moment for far too long.
The room fills with my moans when his mouth touches my pussy. He wastes no time, and his tongue flicks my bundle of nerves, his arms hooking under my thighs to hold me tightly to him. He swipes a few times up and down my slit, only to return to my clit. I can’t help but look down, and his eyes are still on my face as his wicked tongue causes my blood to burn and my pussy to grow even more needy.
“You’re sweeter than I expected,” he says against my thigh as he kisses my sensitive skin.
“Expected?” I whisper.
“Let’s not play surprised. You’ve thought about me fucking you, and I’ve thought about me fucking you. And now I plan on living out the many ways we can make that happen to prove my theory is correct. Your body is by far more beautiful in the naked flesh.” The feeling of his finger sliding inside me causes my hands to clench the duvet. “Your pussy is as tight as I hoped.” He adds another finger to lazily stroke me in and out. “And I want to make you come.”
His mouth is back on my pussy as he continues to stroke inside of me. Oliver is on a mission that I don’t mind one single bit. The room begins to spin as tension around my clit builds. My fingers comb through his hair as he feasts on me. Every one of my moans makes him more persistent to make me come. And it doesn’t take long, as I’m under the spell of his magical tongue.
“Oliver,” I plead for my orgasm. He follows my cue because it’s not long after that my entire body convulses, vibrating against his mouth that refuses to abandon my pussy until I ride out my orgasm.
