“I don’t think so.”My voice is raw.“But if I feel like it might happen, I’ll let you know.”
“I’d be most grateful.”
I nod, because my mouth is suddenly too dry to speak.I lie under her and force myself to keep breathing normally as Olive straightens up.And then she pulls the T-shirt over her head.One single, fluid movement, her curved hips, her soft skin.Her perfect breasts, which fit into my large hands, and...I look at her.The scars that cross her shoulder are part of her, just like her little nose and her dark-brown hair.My heart is beating fast, but it was doing that already.
Olive stays poised over me.I know that she’s waiting for a reaction from me.The right reaction.I could say something, some dumb cliché, something that nobody needs to tell her.You’re beautiful.Yes, she is, but right now it wouldn’t be a compliment, just a desperate attempt to act like her body isn’t marked.You’re beautiful even with those scars.I’d never say that to her.I have to show her in my own way.So I get started.
She gets goose bumps as I lay both hands on her bare thighs and run them upward.Until I can put them around her hips.A surprised squeak escapes her as I hurriedly turn on my side, pulling her with me.Until she’s under me.
She’s breathing hard, her chest rises, her lips are slightly parted.She looks at me and breathes faster still as I bring my lips down to her bare skin.She sighs and digs her fingers into my shoulders, so I keep going.I kiss her, lick her, with no hurry.I want her to enjoy it, and she does as I explore my way from her belly button to her breast.Her legs tremble as I get there.
“Colin.”She sighs.I feel dizzy at the pleading note in her voice.I’m so hard as she writhes beneath me, making sounds that could bring me to a climax on their own.But I have to get myself together a bit.
I slow down as I run my tongue over her right breast.Up to her collarbone.And then I feel her tense, almost imperceptibly.
I lift my head and catch her eyes, scan her face, searching for the tiniest hint that this could be too much for her right now, but all I see are her widened pupils and the delicate flush to her cheeks.“Tell me if I should stop.”
“Don’t stop.”Her voice almost overwhelms me.“Don’t stop, Colin.”
She tightens her grip on my sides, so I don’t stop.I close my eyes as I run my mouth over her shoulder.Not because I don’t want to see it, but to feel her.Her scars, which are a bit smoother and firmer than the rest of her skin.I kiss every inch of her body and I take my time with it.
The sounds she’s making are a mix of sobs and whimpers.They meet something deep down inside me, make me want to tell her things.Things that are true.
“Livy,” I whisper.Her hands feel for me.I look up.
“Please, Colin.”Her voice trembles, and whatever was holding me back, it now breaks.
I bend over her and kiss her.I press her into the mattress with my whole weight, carefully enough not to hurt her, but still letting her feel my body.She digs her hands into my hair and pulls me closer.
“Have sex with me, Livy,” I whisper to her.The shiver thatruns through her body transfers to mine.She pauses to look at me, then one thing leads to another.
She rolls onto her side to fetch a condom while I take off my boxer shorts.I feel her gaze as I hastily lower my basal rate.
“I’m just getting ready,” I explain.“For the next hour, you can do whatever you want to me.”
Her eyes darken slightly.“You always were too big for your boots, Colin Fantino.”
“Please.”I give an offended huff that she doesn’t trust me to last very long, but I’m already fighting myself as she kneels over me and presses herself to me, almost before I’ve slipped on the condom.
“God, Livy...”My voice shakes, my balls contract as she sinks down onto me.And then I’m inside her.We’re both holding our breath, then she inhales, I exhale, and then she tilts her hips and lets herself sink slightly deeper onto me.I can’t hold out any longer, and at the same moment, I’m thrusting, not gently and carefully, but for real.She throws her head back, arches her spine, and Lord, it hits me.This isn’t just sex, it’s more than that.It’s real, it’s Livy’s stunning body over mine, trembling and shaking, her perfect face, her closed eyes, her open cherry lips, and I have no chance.I’m lost as she runs both hands down my chest, throws back her hair, and gasps with a sound that kills me.
My abs tense, I groan—I never normally groan, but with Livy everything’s different.It’s perfect.We speed up, harder, greedy and desperate.One thrust, one last thrust, her name, leaving my lips, and then I feel her twitch as she contracts around me.
Her body slumps onto mine and relaxes, just as mine does.She falls into my arms, I pull her to me, feel her heat, her breath, which is coming in gasps, and I’m proud that I did that.Me alone.And I want to do it for her countless more times.
“God, Colin,” she breathes, her cheek lying on my chest, once I’ve pulled out of her.“Stop grinning like that.”
“Why?”
She lifts her head, but I’ve fucked all the strength out of her, so she has to sink down again right away.
“Didn’t you like it?”
I feel the soft laugh that runs through her.“I’m not answering that question.”
“No problem.Your body did it for you.”
She lifts her chin, and I lower mine, so that we can look at each other.
