Chapter 7 Axel
After a night of touching and kissing, pleasuring and holding, they packed a picnic and jumped into the convertible for a drive around the island.
First stop, a drugstore for condoms.
Next stop, an isolated beach where he parked behind a large tree and Oleanna straddled him, her breasts begging for his mouth.
He feasted on her nipples, rubbing his jaw’s stubble against the delicate tan line he was obsessed with. She rode his cock so hard, she tested the car’s suspension.
They snorkeled, ate pineapple ice cream, got tossed around the wild waves of the North Shore, and nearly got a speeding ticket on the way back to the cottage. He was distractedly rubbing his hand on her thigh while they raced down the interstate. He slowed to take the exit just in time.
Axel jumped out of the car as soon as they parked. He rushed to her side so he could carry her over the threshold. A vivid plan formed in his lust-tunneled brain: make love on every surface for the next two weeks.
“Let me down!” Oleanna squealed. Her body contradicted her complaint because she tightened her arms around his neck.
As he carried Oleanna over the threshold, the image of carrying her into his home in Minneapolis overwhelmed Axel. He tightened his grip under her thighs which made her giggle and squirm.
“Stay still,” he stated. “I’m trying to impress you.”
If her snort was any sign, the romantic intention was underappreciated.
“Is that what you’re doing?”
“Maybe. Are you impressed yet?” He sat on the sofa, placing her over his lap.
She shifted to straddle him, lifting her summer dress, finally making accessible the infuriating underwear that had impeded his hands throughout the drive back.
“Very,” she rasped while pressing down onto his raging erection. The contact made them both groan. And because she let him, Axel gripped her hips and moved her body in a tight circle while he thrust upward.
Her head flung back, exposing her neck and the top of her breasts. He leaned forward to nip the skin begging for his mouth.
“Take this dress off before I rip it,” he grunted.
She unzipped the dress just as he pulled off his shirt. Finally, her puckered nipples pressed against his body, triggering the blooming sensation in his chest that intensified every time they touched.
Their lips locked and tongues danced. Axel eased her onto her back on the sofa.
“Are we not even gonna make it to the bed?” she asked breathlessly.
“Can’t,” he grunted, already unbuttoning his pants and releasing his aching cock. “Drive was too fucking long.”
“You know it only takes a couple of hours to drive around the entire island.”
“Exactly. A couple of hours of not being inside you is too damn long.”
She laughed at his grievance. He decided not to add that he was not actually joking.
He nipped the lobe of her ear and licked up her neck. “Your skin tastes so sweet, Oleanna. But nothing is sweeter than your pussy. I know its aching for my mouth. Now open up so I can make all that ache go away.”
He felt her breath hitch at his words. “It really shouldn’t be hot when you’re this bossy.”
“You love it,” he declared.
Axel sat on his heels and put his palms on her calves to ease them farther apart. Her glistening folds made his mouth water. “So beautiful. So wet and beautiful.”
He moved his hands closer to her center, each thumb on the outside of her channel. “Touch yourself, Oleanna. I want to watch you touch yourself.”
“But—”
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are right now? I need to see it, baby. I need to see what you do with this tight pussy when you’re by yourself. Do it for me, Oleanna. Now.”
Axel couldn’t stop himself. He wanted to devour her, but part of him was obsessed with the thought that when he left this cottage, it would be his voice that lingered when she touched herself.
And she did. His girl knew exactly what he needed from her, didn’t she?
Oleanna cupped her breasts and pushed them together, tweaking the nipples. “Is this what you want, Axel? To watch how much my body needs you?”
“Yes,” he hissed. “Fuck, yes.”
She kept one hand on a breast while the other skimmed over her stomach. “I feel you everywhere. Even where you aren’t touching me,” she whispered.
Her hand lowered till two fingers trapped her pearly clit between them. Small, tight circles made her back arch. It took superhuman effort to control himself and keep his hands on her inner thighs, massaging languidly.
She stroked up and down her wet seam, moaning the whole time.
“That’s it. Fuck, that’s it, just like that,” he praised. “Do you like it when I watch you, Oleanna?”
Her yes mixed with whimpers just as her fingers disappeared into her tight folds. His cock twitched in jealous protest. Axel eased himself lower.
“Give me your fingers.” His tone did not allow for any objection.
Oleanna slipped her fingers out and Axel wrapped his mouth around them, twirling his tongue while he sucked. When he released them from his mouth, he had one last instruction.
“Put your hands in my hair, baby.”
Axel felt her caresses on his head as he delved into her wet center. He licked folds so soft, even his tongue felt rough. Repeatedly, he rubbed his lips against her clit and pressed his tongue on her tender, quivering channel.
When her fingers dug deeper into his skull and her hips pressed up before stiffening, Axel knew what she needed.
He sucked her throbbing bud and grabbed her bottom to keep them connected as Oleanna’s body shook with the force of her orgasm. Her screams were muffled by her thighs rubbing against his ears. It was fucking heaven.
Although his needy cock might argue that this was hell. Not being fully inside her was suddenly torture. Quickly sheathing his length with a condom, Axel tucked her gorgeous body under him.
They fit like they were made for each other.
Oleanna wrapped her legs around his waist and guided him over her soaked entrance. Axel meant to ease into her, but she had other ideas. With a hypnotic swirl of her hips and a strong digging of her nails on his ass, Oleanna took him to the hilt.
“I’ve never,” she mumbled. “I mean I can’t believe…” She paused as he thrust deeper.
“Believe this,” he grunted while continuing the friction that brought him deeper and harder.
“You feel so good, Axel. No one’s ever made me feel like this,” she blurted as if she was talking to herself, not fully aware that she spoke out loud.
“Me too, Oleanna. Me too.”
Axel was aware of his sexual preferences. He liked, no, he needed to take control in bed. But Oleanna awakened something more than physical dominance in him. He wanted to be the strongest and the gentlest, the most generous and the most demanding. He needed to be her everything.
“It hasn’t?” she asked through the haze of lust.
He changed his tempo to slow, grinding swirls. “No, baby, never like this. No one’s ever made me feel like this,” he uttered, wanting to share her admission of their powerful connection. “Look at me. Look at what you do to me.”
Her eyes stayed open, but they were dark and dreamy. “You, you fill me up, but I want more. Don’t hold back, Axel. I want more. I want all of you.”
He kissed her hard and rolled his hips over her willing body, his hands wandering to her buttocks and mouth, drawing manna from her skin with every lick. She threw her head back, opening her neck to his devourment. Axel claimed her body’s depths with urgent thrusts. He felt her channel tighten.
“I’m, oh god, I’m there,” she panted. He hiked her legs higher up his back, changing the angle so he could give her more.
Without constraint and free of doubt, he gave all of himself.
They clung to each other as their breathing eased and their bodies stopped shuddering from the aftershocks of their joined ecstasy. He held her quietly, while Axel’s mind worked overtime.
They would talk. They would make love. And some time in the next two weeks, he would be satisfied with whatever long-distance arrangement she’d agree to. They needed to figure out how to accommodate both their lives. Respecting her life here and her obligation to family was paramount. What right did he have to expect anything more? Who the hell has a conversation about a relationship mere days after meeting?
We do.Oleanna and Axel had become “we” so quickly and completely, the hockey player could barely fathom how he survived without her all this time.
Something in him stirred at the image of carrying her into his home in Minneapolis. It made him smile and then it made him ache. His need to be with Oleanna was clear to him, but it was important not to rush her. He would not mess up by sounding desperate and demanding.
Being bossy in bed was one thing; being inconsiderate about her life was unacceptable. Axel was resolved. Whatever it took, whatever she needed, he would find a way.
Oleanna was so much more than a vacation fling. She represented fate. Everything he didn’t realize he needed was right in front of him. Oleanna was no vacation fling because she was everything.