And stare.
“I guesseverythingabout you is big,” I muttered.
Olly’s hands caressed my ass, softer this time, like he was trying to soothe me.“Can you take it?”
Not onlycouldI – I was dying to.I nodded eagerly and wriggled my hips from side to side; with Olly’s hands already widening my waistband and the zipper undone, my pants slipped to the floor easily.That left me only in my tight underwear, and Olly made a growl low in his throat before leaning forward to tug those to the floor, too.
The absurdity of it struck me right at that moment.I was naked in his office.My office.Our office.Our workplace.
I grabbed Olly by his hips and spun him – though, in truth, he was in control; he stepped where I guided him, there being no way in hell I could physically force him to do anything.That left his spot on the edge of the desk free, and I was quick to take it, bending all the way over the dark wooden surface and looking back at him over my shoulder.
He had a look on his face that suggested he was very much trying not to have a heart attack.
“Keaton Dunbar,” he said in a strangled voice, and I laughed and grabbed the lube, holding it up behind my back until he took it.
I wasn’t watching when he slipped the first finger, cool and slippery with lube, inside me.I gasped in surprise and instinctively clenched, then forced myself to relax.I heard a hiss of breath behind me and then Olly’s finger was moving, slowly, gently, exploring in the most agonizingly pleasurable way.
I wanted him to hurry up – I wanted to feelhiminside me already – but I knew this was necessary.It had been a while since Jordan, and I didn’t want to spend our first time together in pain.I wanted to enjoy it.Everyinchof it.
Olly’s free hand slipped round to grab hold of me, and I tried unsuccessfully to tamp down on the strangled groan that burst from my throat.All I could do was grab his wrist to stop him.
“No?”he asked.He froze, no longer moving his other hand, either.
“Too much,” I managed through gritted teeth.“If you do that now, I’ll – before you’re even inside – and I want…”
“Okay,” he said, and leaned over me and kissed the ridge of my spine, and I had to grip the edge of the desk so hard the wood hurt my hand to stop myself from going over the edge anyway.
He stretched me with two fingers, then three.I found myself rocking back against him, almost keening with need, wanting him inside of me more than anything else I had ever wanted in my life.My skin was already slick with sweat, and I didn’t know how much more I could take.I needed him badly, so badly, and I…
“Ready?”
The single word was the most welcome one I had ever heard in my life.
I nodded urgently, not trusting my words any longer.Strangely, part of me trusted him to know even more than I trusted myself.He was there, preparing me, and I knew in my bones that he was the type of man who wouldn’t even think about rushing ahead and putting my pleasure in jeopardy.He would look after me.He would make sure.
If he was sure, I was sure.
And then I actuallyfelt himlined up, ready, his head bumping against my entrance, and I was no longer sure.But I wasneedy.And there was no more waiting to be sure.
The moment he pushed past my rim, I cried out at the burn and stretch, so much more than what his fingers had simulated.But he paused, rubbed the length of my back with his steady hand, waited – and the burn died away.He rocked forward gently as soon as I was ready, piece by piece, agonizingly beautiful, until I felt his hips flush against me.
I breathed.
“How does that feel?”he murmured.
I knew he was asking if it hurt or not.
I wasn’t even in that realm anymore.Those weren’t identifiers I could recognize.
“Like the world just fell into the right place,” I whispered back, just loud enough that I knew he could hear me.
Olly’s warm hands ran down over my back and gripped my hips.I whimpered in anticipation and need.He sucked in a breath at the sound.I felt him adjust his stance behind me to plant his feet further apart, and then he began.
The first thrust almost knocked the wind out of me.
By the second, I was too far gone to care about a stupid little thing likeoxygen.
From that moment, everything was a blur.The movement of his huge girth inside me, filling me so completely it was like we were one and the same; his hand coming round to grip me and stroke in time; the heat rolling from him, sweat dripping down my back, my head tipping back and falling forward again and again as each new sensation buffeted me; my voice, pouring out of me in an uncontrollable stream of curses and moans and pleas; and Olly’s – grunting and groaning and then giving way to just one word.
