So I did. I went fast and then slowed down when I started to feel myself edging toward release.
“I remember how much you loved it when I played with your tits. Squeeze one.”
I lifted my shirt up with my other hand and grabbed my left breast, squeezing it and running my finger over the nipple before pinching it.
Oliver tutted. “Did I tell you to pinch it?”
“I loved when you did that. The way you would suck on it and run your tongue over it before biting it a little.” I moaned, shocked at how open I was being. But I was so close to getting off and all care had been thrown out the very window I had considered escaping through earlier. I paused for a moment, considering if I wanted to cross this line again. Could we keep this purely physical? Could I recover from this once more?
My gaze fell on Oliver again as he watched me. I could tell he wanted to touch me but was holding himself back. Seeing his restraint and the way he was holding to my boundaries pushed me over the edge. I wanted to get off, and I wanted to get off with him.
I slid my top off and threw it on the floor. Shock washed over Oliver’s face quickly before he put his mask of coolness back on.
“You know, I’m really more of a kinesthetic learner. I think you need to show me what I’m supposed to be doing.”
“Fuck, Laidie.” Barely a second went by before he palmed one of my breasts and took the other into his mouth, suckingand biting on it like his life depended on it. I couldn’t hold back my pleasure anymore.
“Yes. Just like that.”
“Keep touching yourself. Don’t stop.”
I was done hiding myself from Oliver and I was done with the little cat-and-mouse game we were playing. I quickly took my shorts and panties off, throwing them to the floor, and pushed Oliver flat to the bed.
“Touch me. Make me come,” I said as I climbed on top of him and straddled him.
“Are you sure?”
“Let me say this very enthusiastically for you so you don’t misunderstand: Fuck me or get out, Oliver.”
His face split into the biggest smile I had ever seen before he grabbed me by my waist and flipped me over onto the bed, positioning himself over me.
“I thought you might never ask.”
He pulled his boxer briefs off and ran his hand over his large, rigid cock.
God, I missed him.
I wanted—no,needed—him inside of me right now. I placed my hand over his and together we stroked him a few times before I pulled him to my entrance.
“Wait,” he said, “I don’t have any condoms.”
“It’s fine. I’m clean.”
“I am, too. But…”
I met his eyes. “Ollie, you’re good.”
He needed no further confirmation and sheathed his thick cock inside of me, making me scream his name.
“Oliver! Fuck, yes.”
“More of that,” he said into my ear as he bit the lobe before sucking it into his mouth. “You feel so good.”
He thrust in and out of me, eliciting more cries. ThankGod our bedroom was far away from everyone else. There was no way I’d be able to stifle myself even if I wanted to. The last time I had come from anything other than my vibrator had been our rendezvous in the storage closet. I was going to enjoy every single moment of this.
I dragged my nails down his back, grabbed his firm ass cheeks, and pushed him deeper into me. I needed him to fill me up like he had never done before. I wanted all of him.
“Damn, baby. I love this side of you,” he said as he placed little bites along my throat and collarbone.
