His mouth moved over mine, stealing the tension from my jaw and limbs. The burn remained, but the kiss offered a reprieve, giving me somewhere else to anchor my awareness.
And then, it happened.
The tightness gave way at last, and with a sinuous stretch, his cock sank deeper inside me, the pressure vast and uncompromising.
“Oh god. Oh fuck. Ollie,” I groaned, voice cracked and drawn-out, the words spiraling up from deep within my chest.
He paused, giving me a second to catch my breath. I had no clue how much of him he’d gotten in, but holy hell, it was a lot. The feeling knocked every ounce of composure I thought I had clean out the window.
“It’s okay,” he murmured, voice hushed and reassuring, his hands gliding over my skin in long soothing strokes. “We’ll take our time. Relax. How are you feeling?”
“Full. Overwhelmed.”
“In a bad way or a good way?”
“In a really fucking good way. It’s just a lot.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare!” I grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him down, crashing our mouths together, needing the kiss like oxygen. Chasing the raw and blazing connection.
As the sting faded, it left this wild, hungry need in its place. I shifted under him, trying to get the angle right, to draw him in deeper, right where I needed him most. “Keep going,” I breathed. “Don’t stop till you’re all the way in. Please.”
He started moving again, slow but steady, each push taking him further. I wanted it, all of it. The stretch, the fullness. He pressed against every wall, claiming a place no one else had ever touched. It still ached a little, but it was right. It was becoming.
Finally, he bottomed out with a shudder and a gasp, hips pressed flush to mine, his breath becoming a groan. He was asdeep as one person could be inside another. I felt him in my abdomen. In the hollow behind my ribs. In the chambers of my chest.
He stilled. “That’s all of me. How are you doing?”
“Wow. I can’t put it into words. It’s... it’s never been like this. I love getting to have this moment with you. I love being this close to you.”
The love Oliver had previously confessed shone all over his face, right there in that soft smile, that sparkle in his eyes. And damn if it didn’t rearrange my insides.
There are these pivot points in life, moments that just tackle you out of nowhere and change your whole damn trajectory. I’ve had two. Both kicked off with somebody getting hurt. My sister, the one I couldn’t save. And Oliver, the one I did. Kinda wild, the symmetry of it. Felt almost intentional. If I were the type to believe in signs or fate or whatever’s running the universe’s group chat, I’d swear my sister had something to do with it. Just in case she did, I sent a quiet thank you her way.
“Same. This is where I belong. Right here. With you,” Oliver said.
We stayed that way for a moment, our breaths mingling, his forehead against mine, his cock deep inside me before at last I said, “You can move, angel.”
He exhaled like I’d been holding him captive and he’d finally been pardoned. He rocked into me, slow and tentative, his movements fluid and hypnotic.
My brain wentpoof. Just gone. Thoughts left me. Full sentences lost. Instinct and desire ran the show. I canted my hips up into him, chasing more.
In response, his motions changed. He withdrew before pushing back in. I felt every millimeter of him entering me, the friction of his skin against my inner walls. It sent fresh shivers down my spine.
He pulled out again, further this time, snapping his hips forward and angling so he hit the spot that made everything sparkle.
“Jesus Christ, Ollie,” I said around a broken moan.
“Too much?” he asked, halting his movement, the muscles in his arms tense where they were braced beside me.
“No, it was Goldilocks. So fucking right. Do that again.”
A devilish smile broke across his face, giving him an air of naughty confidence and sexual dominance. Hot diggity, I liked that look on him. Oliver was temptation and I would let him sin me into damnation.
With each plunge the sparkly feeling grew and coalesced.
“Harder,” I gasped, not recognizing the wrecked huskiness of my own voice.
