Page 136 of At His Beck & Call

“Oh,god.”

Oliver makes a muffled sound of approval from between my legs as I come fully awake to find his tongue inside me, his hands pulling my body down the mattress.

“Fuck, Oliver, it’s not even six o’clock.”

“Hm,” he says, sucking at my clit and making my entire body jolt. “We have a tight schedule today.” His finger pushes inside me as I collapse back into the mattress. “Speaking of tight, let me get back to business.”

I groan as loudly as I dare, mindful of Henry down the hall. If I know my son, he’ll already be awake, just waiting for any sound from our room so that he can come in and tell us it’s his first day at his new school.

Oliver reaches across to the edge of the bed and pulls something toward him. It’s shiny and silver, and I haven’t seen it before.

His dark eyes look at me as he moves it between my legs, a wicked smile on his lips as he pushes it inside me.

“Jesus,” I groan, my legs widening as I push down against it. “What are you doing to me?”

“Very naughty things,” he murmurs, his hand moving away from my body as he pushes the toy as deep as it’ll go, and then fumbles with something in the sheets.

“What are you—?Christ.” The vibrations hit me with a pulsing jolt, throbbing through my body as Oliver sits back on his heels, watching me. I’m panting, my hands gripping the sheet beneath me as my hips thrust upward, the feel of the toy unbearably good as Oliver watches me writhe beneath him.

He catches my eye, holds up the toy's remote, and increases the setting to max.

I flip over, jolting and writhing in the bed, pushing my body back against him, begging for his cock as he groans.

“Please,” I gasp out.

“Hm. Already? I had plans with this?—”

“Need you. Now.”

I’m barely coherent as he grunts behind me, his fingers reaching inside to pluck out the toy as I push my arms beneath me. He lines up without delay, shoving his cock inside me in a hard thrust that immediately has me coming apart.

I moan as he pushes right to the hilt and gives me a gentle slap on my ass.

“You’re fucking beautiful like this,” he says, pressing his chest against my back. “I love it when you’re desperate for me.”

He thrusts forward, and I have to bury my face in the sheets to stop myself from groaning too loudly.

“I wish we had more time this morning,” he says in a low quiet voice while he’s fucking me into the mattress. “I want to use that toy again. I might put it inside you when we go to dinner on Saturday and set the vibrations to the top setting just to torture you until I fuck you in my car.”

“Oh my God,” I moan desperately as he continues to drive into me. I come without warning, and Oliver’s hand rests on my shoulder as he pounds against me for a few more thrusts before he comes too, shuddering as he collapses on top of me.

I lie there for a minute, knowing I’ll have to get up soon, but I don’t want to move. His weight feels so good, a familiar soothing cocoon that I’ve taken advantage of as often as I can since I moved in with him.

After another five minutes or so, there’s the patter of feet outside, and Oliver gently pulls out of me with a grunt, tugging the duvet over us to hide anything Henry shouldn’t be seeing as my son charges into the room, already dressed in his school uniform.

“Mom, can we have pancakes?” he asks, running around to my side of the bed as Truman leaps up onto the covers to greet us.

“I suppose so, since it’s such an important day,” I say, ruffling my hand through his hair.

Oliver is already on his feet, pulling on his robe as he leans down and kisses my neck.

“Come on, Hen, I’ll start them off, and if we’re quick, we can put chocolate chips in before your mom notices.”

I laugh as he throws a pillow at me, smiling as he scoops Henry into his arms and carries him outside.

He’s a completely different man from the one I met over a year ago. The silent, brooding creature I first encountered has mostly disappeared.

That isn’t to say that the last year hasn’t been without any bumps in the road, of course.