I lay my hand on his flat stomach.Colin’s eyes darken, so I move it lower.Colin takes a deep breath and his abs tense.Then I pull the hand back and reach for the waistband of my leggings.
“Or would you rather we did it together?”
He pauses a moment.He gets it.
And then he nods.
Colin
Stay calm.
Everything’s fine.
You’re not going to panic when she takes off her top.You’re not going to mess up this time.
Kissing Olive is so good that I’ve forgotten everything.But now it’s back.The feeling of paralysis that starts in my chest and works its way up through my tight throat into my head, but I’m not going to let it.I focus on Olive as she stands in front of me, looking me in the eyes as she slips off her leggings.
Her legs are long and slim.I want to know what it feels like when she wraps them around me to draw me closer and then spreads them for me.
I’ve reached for my jeans without thinking about it.It just happens, and once I’ve unzipped the fly and pushed them down so that there’s nothing but my black boxers, which can’t contend with how hard I am, I feel vulnerable and powerful at the same time.
Why is it that wearing nothing but an outsized T-shirt makes women look so hot?By contrast, in my white T-shirt and underwear, I feel like an elementary-school kid at a slumber party.Olive begs to differ, though—she seems anything but amused by the sight of me.
“Come here,” she orders, and her voice trembles slightly.I do as she wants, no longer thinking.“Sit on the bed,” she says, and my brain switches off completely.I had no idea that her bossing me around would turn me on.“Now look me in the eyes.”
For a brief moment, I’m scared she’ll take off her T-shirt, and I feel like a failure.But she steps between my legs and forces me to lift my chin.Her thigh is only an inch from my erection, and I fight back the urge to scootch forward and rub against her.And then I forget everything as she runs her cool hands over my forearms and under my sleeves.She’s kissing me, more gently than before, almost soothingly.
My hands reach for her, I find her, hold her, pull her closer.We groan together as her hips meet my hard-on.There’s much less annoying clothing between us than only a short while ago, and the idea that it could soon be gone entirely makes me feel nothing but a thrill of anticipation.
“Oh, shit.”She digs her fingers into my hair and moves her hips against me.“Shit, Colin.”
Yeah, shit.I feel my balls clench and breathe in her sweet scent.Deeply.I need to taste her.Her mouth, her breasts, her belly, and the throbbing core that she’s pressing against me.I have to, right now, or I’ll die.
I lay my hands on her hips, ready to pull her to me, but Olive acts first.She leans over me with a hunger that makes me gasp as she kisses me.
She kisses me.She sets the pace, she knows what she wants, and I’d do anything to give it to her.
As she puts her hand around me, I get so hard it hurts.She’sgentle, and then she isn’t—a perfect mix that drives me insane.There are still these useless boxers between my skin and her skillful fingers, but I almost forget that as some kind of animal instinct comes over me and I thrust into her palm.
Olive smiles her impish smile, the one I’d die for.“Patience, darling.”
She’s got nerve.And I’m all out of patience.I mean, all out.
“Olive.”I groan, and she moves back.I want to grab her and pull her to me, but she’s already lowering herself onto me.And it’s better than in my wildest dreams.
I have to throw back my head.Bite my lips and put my hands on her hips to guide her, as if the beat with which she’s rubbing her pounding heat against me wasn’t pure perfection already.
Her legs are left and right of me, her knees are bent, her thighs spread.I push up, against her, and Olive groans my name.
Enough is enough.I need her naked and beautiful beneath me.I shut my eyes as Olive runs both hands over my belly to my groin.Her hair’s almost dry and tumbling in soft waves over her shoulders.And God, she’s the most beautiful person in the world.She’s a work of art, with challenging green eyes and a mouth that’s red from kissing.
She slides her hands back up over my chest and leans over my face until her hair falls onto the pillow beside my head, like a curtain of black silk.
“Hi,” she whispers as her face moves right over mine.
“Hi, Livy.”
“I’m going to undress now,” she says in her honey voice.“Is that OK or will you freak out again?”
