My mouth started to water, and I ached to fuck him with my mouth. I started to turn and reach for him, but he batted my hand away. I gave him a scolding look before he laughed.
“You’re not listening. I said: on your hands and knees. That brings our total to, what? Three?”
I couldn't believe the mewl that came from me. Who was I right now? I loved this dynamic. Dominant Oliver was sexy as fuck. I’d have to lean into the brat persona more often.
I turned around and Oliver pushed into my dripping pussy, moaning my name loud enough that I’m sure we were heard in the town square. He leaned forward and played with my nipples while he moved in and out. He squeezed one nipple hard before trailing his fingers down to where we were joined, finding a little wetness spilling out of me and bringing it up to rub around my clit.
“I fucking love you, Adelaide.”
“I love you,” I gasped
His hand grazed up my body, trailing over every dip and curve as he kissed along my spine. He flipped my hair over my shoulder and kissed along my neck, up to my ear.
“Fuck, Oliver. I’m going to come again.”
“Not yet, I still have some punishments to dole out to you,” he said as he bit my neck.
Those little love bites set my body ablaze. Lightening shot across my arms and straight down my back.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Mmm. Yes!”
The vibration of his laugh didn’t help the unending sensations lighting up my body. Before I could ask for more, Oliver grabbed my hair in one hand and pulled my head back a bit before picking up his pace from behind me, seemingly hitting places I had never known existed before.
Spank.
“That’s one,” he huffed out.
The slight sting of his hand on my ass cheek paired with the pleasure rippling through my body brought my orgasm closer to the surface. I knew I wouldn’t last long.
“Again,” I begged.
He pumped in and then pulled all the way out, leaving me vacant and empty.
“Oliver, no.”
Spank. Thrust.
The guttural moan I let out filled the room. God above, this was amazing. I wanted this feeling every single moment of my life. This is what I had been dreaming of my entire life. He pushed deeper.
“I’m going to—” I barely got out before his hand met my ass and I came again. The connection sent me over the edge. His moans and grunts let me know we were falling together.
I fell forward and was brought out of the haze by small, gentle kisses along my ass cheek. I looked back to see Oliver making his way up to my side. His left hand rubbed soothing circles on the reddened area.
“Was that too much?” he sheepishly asked, his cheeks flushed.
“Not at all. That was amazing,” I assured.
“I love you.”
“I love you, Oliver.”
Pain laced through my lower abdomen, cramps squeezing my muscles and my lower back and waking me from a deep sleep. I groaned as I rolled over, working out a tight spot in my neck, and discovered that Oliver had already gotten up for the day, Shadow now sprawled across his empty pillow.
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and opened the calendar I shared with Oliver, Vanessa, and Skylar. Oliver had an early meeting with his father and Knox, which explained his empty side of the bed. I was relieved to find the only item on my agenda was a meeting to finalize the flowers for the wedding. My periods were irregular enough that it was impossible to know if the pain I was feeling this morning was related to my cycle, but I knew that either way I was bound to be exhausted later today.
I decided to take advantage of the alone time and called down for some toast, fruit, and herbal tea while I ran a hot bath, hoping that the heat of the water would relax my muscles and ease my cramping.
