He holds me down with his hands to ensure I accept every molecule of my orgasm in full force.
When the last wave falls, he pulls away, completely content with his efforts. “Do you know that you are more beautiful when you have a post-orgasm glow?”
I smile drowsily and lift my hand as I’m boneless limbs right now. “I did not know that, but thank you.”
“I’m not done with you yet,” he warns and quickly searches for his pants and pulls out a condom.
The mere thought of him being fully inside of me pools wetness between my legs. When he lowers his pants, my eyes nearly pop out from his size. I figured he wouldn’t fall short, but now I’m scared I can’t handle him. He sheathes himself, and since the moment our lips landed on one another, the air calms and acknowledgment floats between us.
“No going back after this,” he reminds me.
I draw my toes up the mattress until my knee is pointed up in the air, a sort of sultry pose. “And here I am, still on the bed,” I say huskily.
Then he is right between my legs again, and I’m flat on the bed while he kisses me, and my hands drift down his back. I catch my breath while I coat his tip with my desire for him. His soft groan and the anticipation that any second he will be where I’ve always wanted could make me scream.
Instead, I moan in one long breath as I feel him enter me.
Our eyes haze with lust as he nudges further in until he is fully seated. I bite into his shoulder and wrap my legs around his waist.
“The perfect fit,” he whispers into my ear.
My heart constricts, and I’m unsure of what to focus on because I’m completely lost in him.
“Ah.” He hits the button inside of me that sends me on a whole new rollercoaster. “You feel good, too good.” And addicting.
Our bodies rock together as his thrust is hard and deep.
He’s been unleashed, and I like this side of him. Even if his eyes check in every so often that I’m okay, with a caring nature in his eyes that ignites hidden corners inside me.
We both pant as we continue our ride, adjusting position when needed, but we always end up back to our eyes being tied together.
Now we are face to face on our sides with my one leg hooked over his thigh.
He drags his thumb across my lips. “Let me make you come. I’m so close, but I’ll only finish if you come again for me.”
I chuckle through labored breath. “What a gentleman.”
The same thumb travels between us to stroke my clit. “This round, maybe. But I have full intention to use that mouth of yours later.”
He circles and flicks while he slams his cock into me.
Bringing my fingers to my nipples, I pinch and play as he picks up his pace. Then it happens.
My vision litters with stars as my body trembles.
Shortly after, he roars a moan as he lets go.
When we both return to earth and end up as two jellyfish in bed, the reality of what we just did sinks in.
We glance at each other but say nothing. It’s not bad, just indescribable.
Oliver disappears without a word to go get rid of the condom.
It’s then that I examine my surroundings and the clothes on the floor, with me naked on top of a bed, and I can only hope he doesn’t regret this.
Because attraction is one thing, but mixing it with genuine affection for the other is a dangerous ledge.
6
