Oliver kisses me again, and this time it’s warm and grounding. The kind of kiss a woman needs right after an explosive orgasm that rattles her bones and is still making herlightheaded. Oliver is so steady. So patient as I do what I’m doing.
“I’m sorry,” I say as I finish wrapping him up. “I don’t know a lot of crazy positions. I’m pretty vanilla.”
“I don’t need an acrobat, Iris. Can’t you tell, all I want is you.”
I’m not sure what “all I want” means, and I have to fight the urge to overthink.
His body says right now, but his eyes say forever. My heart wants both. But I’ll take right now.
Nine
Oliver
Iris’s face is unreadable as I drive my hips up, fitting into her.
“Oh! It’s…so big!” Iris gasps.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, no. It’s just been a while…”
A slow smile pulls at her lips as I sink in deeper.
The deep ache I’ve felt since the moment I first saw her this morning at breakfast has compounded by a thousand. As her tight walls surround me, I can hardly keep it together.
I’ve got her flat on her back, on top of her work table, one arm propping me up.
The other, I hook under her leg to change the angle a bit, letting me hit deeper.
“Oh god! Yes!” Her eyes close, and she reaches for me.
“So good…so fucking perfect…so tight I’m worried I might hurt you, I’m serious.”
“Don’t you dare pull that big dick out, goddamn it…”
“I’m not going to pull out, but I’m damn sure going to slow down before I come too soon.”
“Shit…oh my god, man…”
I ease up a little and just stare down at her, this beauty I never expected, and etch her memory into my mind.
She matches my slow rhythm, in and out, and we lock eyes.
“It’s over for me, Iris. You are fucking destroying me.”
Those tight little muscles strangle my cock with every slow thrust.
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
I push back in and come to a complete stop, taking a moment to suck her bottom lip. I can’t get enough.
She needs to come again. And I don’t want to get there without her.
I reach between our bodies and punctuate every deep, slow thrust with a caress to her clit.
“You really have to ask?”
“Oliver…”
