Chapter 9
CHAPTER 9
Adele
I wanted to be in the bed, with Oliver above me so I could feel the weight of his muscles pressing down on me, feel the masculinity pouring from him and surrounding me.
I broke away from him and whispered, “I want you, Oliver.” I was wet, my pussy clenching, needing his cock inside me, wanting to feel that stretch and burn so badly, so deeply.
But Oliver must have known what I wanted, or maybe he wanted the same thing—a bed, both of us in it—because he took my hand and led me down the short hallway to my room. He walked us in and shut the door with his foot, and in the next second he had me pressed against the wall and started kissing me again.
“Adele,” he groaned, “I can’t keep my hands off you, not even long enough to get you to the bed.” He breathed out against my lips.
He slid his tongue along mine. God, he made me feel so good, and he wasn’t even fucking me yet.
He broke the kiss and started dragging his lips up and down my throat, murmuring these erotic, filthy words against my skin. “I just want to fuck you so hard and thoroughly all you can feel when you sit down is that twinge of discomfort, because my cock was pounding into you the night before.”
I gasped from my arousal and because of his dirty words.
He started sucking at the base of my throat, and I let my head fall back against the wall, hearing it thump from the contact.
“When I saw you in the hallway at the bar, I wanted to ravish you right then and there,” he said on a shaky, deep breath. “But it wasn’t just about having my dick deep inside you, Adele.” He nipped at my throat. “It’s about having you in my life forever, about finally finding you again and wanting to mark you, claim you.”
“Oliver,” I said his name softly, whispered it, because honestly that was all I could do at the moment. My throat was tight, dry, my arousal so encompassing I felt lightheaded from it.
“Say it, baby. Tell me what you want, Adele.”
I loved the way he said my name, all husky and full of unrestrained desire. It had me becoming impossibly wetter.
“Tell me what you want.” He pressed his erection against my belly, and I moaned low in my throat. God, I wanted this so badly, wanted him so badly. I knew from experience his dick was massive, huge. I wanted him in me again.
I swore I felt his cock jerk, or maybe that was my imagination running wild, thinking the monster he had between his thighs was about to be buried inside me again.
I wanted him as naked as I was.
In the next few seconds, Oliver was moving a step back from me and tearing off his clothes.
I watched as his hard, defined chest came into view. He had a light sprinkling of dark hair that was on his upper chest, right across his pectoral muscles, and another small patch below his navel. That dark hair trailed down and disappeared beneath his jeans.
When he started going for the button of his jeans, all common sense left me. The room grew still, the air thick, hot. He unzipped his pants, his focus on me, and the sound of that zipper seeming so loud it was like it echoed off the walls. I could hear my pulse in my ears, a steady thump , thump , thump that was increasing in pace as the seconds ticked by.
Oliver was back in front of me, his massive cock digging into my belly, the feel of his pre-cum-slicked tip rubbing along my skin.
I remembered what he felt like deep inside me, but even so, seeing his cock, feeling it against me, still had a gasp of shock leaving my lips.
And when he pulled back ever so slightly, I didn’t stop myself from glancing down at his impressive length. His dick was long and thick, with a bulbous head slightly glossy with pre-cum. And he was like that because of me. It was all for me.
My pussy actually clenched at the thought of him pushing that large shaft into me, stretching my unused, aching muscles, making me scream out his name in not only pleasure but pain as well. And God, I wanted that pain, because I knew it would set me over the edge and bring me pleasure.
A thick lump formed in my throat, and I swallowed, trying to push it down. I wouldn’t let my nerves control me.
He pressed his body to mine once more, but he didn’t move to touch me, didn’t do anything but close his eyes and inhale deeply, as if he were taking in my scent.
“God, you smell so good.” He opened his eyes and stared into mine. “I’ve been dreaming about this scent, jerking off to it for the last three months, Adele.” He ran his fingers up and down the sides of my body, having goose bumps forming on my limbs.
I felt his body heat seep into me, felt the way his warm breath came out of him and bathed my temples, arousing me even more.
“God, I thought about you every single minute of every single day.” He kept stroking the sides of my body. He said the last part softly, his gaze on my mouth, his chest rising and falling harder now. I could see his pleasure rising to the surface, becoming tangible.
He slid his hand up my back and curled his fingers around my nape, pulling me closer, my chest pressing to his chest, my taut nipples hardening even more. Oliver didn’t have to lean in to kiss me, because I rose up on my toes and pressed my lips to his before he could react or move. I held onto his strong, broad shoulders, curled my nails gently into his firm and warm flesh. Our kiss started off softly, slowly, but then it became frantic, hard, and almost violent in its eroticism.
Oliver groaned and had his hands on my waist now, his nails digging into my flesh so hard I knew there would be bruises come morning.
“Touch me,” I moaned, knowing he understood what I wanted, what I needed.
He had his hands on my breasts, clenching and unclenching the mounds, the callouses on his palms and fingers magical. I groaned, whispered that I ached for him, that I needed him between my thighs. His hands on my breasts were almost painful as he squeezed and released my flesh, and when he slid those hands down my sides, skated his fingers along my hips, and moved one of his palms to cup my ass, I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of him taking control.
He held my ass for a moment and then moved one of his hands between my thighs, slowly… enticingly. He did this from behind, sliding his fingers along the curve of my bottom before settling between my legs and cupping my pussy. A gasp left me when he speared his fingers through my soaked folds gently, torturing both of us. I heard the low, deep sounds leaving him. He was barely hanging on, just like me.
He licked and nipped at my throat as he parted my pussy lips and stroked me gently, as if he were trying to be as slow as possible, as if he wanted to prolong this.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, Adele. You’re so ready for my cock.”
I nodded, loving that he spoke so filthy to me, that he voiced his desires. Oliver continued to move his fingers up and down my cleft, teasing the opening of my pussy with a finger, but not thrusting the digit into me just yet. And God, did I want that. He kept pushing his dick against my stomach, back and forth, harder with every passing second, his pre-cum smearing along my flesh, making me frenzied.
He teased me for several more seconds, rubbing my clit every time he stroked his fingers up my slit, teasing my hole on every downstroke, and leaving me so thoroughly on edge I was ready to beg him to fuck me. But all too soon, he removed his hand, pulled back slightly, brought his fingers up to his mouth, and right in front of me so I could watch, he dragged those glossy digits along his lips before sucking them in and cleaning my arousal off them.
He leaned in and started kissing me, and I made a low sound of pleasure. This was what I wanted so damn badly. He made me taste myself on him, almost demanding I surrender as he gripped my braids behind my head and tugged gently, tilting my head back farther. I stroked his tongue with mine, moaned at the musky flavor of my wetness, of my arousal on his lips, and of the spicy taste that seemed to be all Oliver.
He started moving his mouth and tongue down my neck, along my collarbones, and stopped when he was right above my breasts. I was panting by this point, unable to control even the simplest act of drawing air into my lungs. The small, hard, and hot pants of his breath bathed my flesh, caused my nipples to harden even farther, and had me clenching my thighs together almost painfully, trying to stem off the arousal long enough for us to make it to the bed.
“Oliver,” I mewled. “I need you.”
He groaned deeply right before he latched onto one of my breasts, sucking at the peak and mound, causing my clit to throb in time with my pulse.
Over and over, he tormented me until the pain and pleasure morphed into one and I wasn’t just thinking of begging him; I actually was. And I had no shame.
“Please, Oliver. Please .”
And with one last drag across the stiff peak of my left breast, Oliver moved his mouth back up until he was kissing me once more. He gripped the cheeks of my ass, lifting me easily off the ground. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my pussy coming in contact with his hard, big length. His cock slipped between my pussy lips, sliding between my soaked folds and driving me insane with lust.
Never breaking the kiss, Oliver turned with me in his arms, walked toward the bed, and then we were lying on it, me on my back, Oliver above me. He leaned back, and I watched as he grabbed his dick, stroking himself up and down, from root to tip, all the while watching me with unrestrained passion.
“I need to be inside you,” he said in the most erotic way I’d ever heard.
“I need that too,” I whispered.
This almost animalistic sound left him, but he said nothing, just moved closer between my thighs, my pussy, and placed the tip at my entrance. God, he was big and hot, thick and soaked with pre-cum.
“Are you ready for me again, Adele?”
I nodded. That’s all I could do, all I could say, even if no words left me.
In one fluid motion, Oliver had his cock pushed deep inside me, filling me, stretching me in two. I couldn’t help the gasp that left me at the feeling of being so stretched, so consumed by him. Big, long, and thick were all perfect words to describe Oliver and what he packed between his thighs. When he started thrusting into me in powerful strokes, in and out, slow but steady, I knew I wouldn’t last. I’d orgasm before this even really started.
“ Christ ,” Oliver said on a guttural groan. His face was by my neck, the word slightly muffled against my skin. He started moving faster, harder. “God, Adele. Yeah. That’s it.” Our flesh was already becoming slick with our combined perspiration, and I held onto his shoulders tighter as he became frantic in his motions.
“You’re so big,” I panted out. “I don’t remember you stretching me like this.”
He groaned at my words. I hadn’t even meant to say them out loud, but my body didn’t feel like mine anymore.
“It’ll always feel this way. Always. We were meant for each other, made for one another.” He scraped his teeth along my neck, and a shiver worked its way through my whole body before taking root in my clit.
Every time he thrust into me, the base of his erection rubbed the hard bundle of nerves at the top of my pussy, making me crying out for more.
“Fuck. So good, Adele. You’re so fucking tight and hot, and so damn wet for me.” He took control of my mouth again, but this time it was a crazed, heated, almost angry kiss. “I’ll never let you go again,” he said with so much determination that if I hadn’t felt just as passionately about it, I’d have been a little scared.
I grabbed the damp strands of his short hair and tugged. Neither one of us could control ourselves, and as the temperature in the room rose, our bodies grew hotter, sweat covering us from head to toe. Our touches became painful but pleasurable, and I knew I’d climax harder than I ever had.
With his cock still buried inside me and his mouth on mine, I dug my nails into his scalp. I knew it had to be hurting him, but I couldn’t control it, and his grunts of pleasure told me he liked it.
He slid his hands under my ass and tightened his hold on the mounds, using me as leverage as he fucked the hell out of me. He started thrusting into me harder, as if he were losing control. Before I knew what was happening, Oliver had us flipped so I was atop him.
With my legs on either side of his waist, I straddled him, his cock no longer inside me but hard and glossy as it lay against his belly, ready to be shoved back deep inside. I placed my hands flat on his chest and rose up, letting him grab his cock, place the tip at my hole once more, before I started to sink down on his dick. And then I began to ride him.
Up and down, faster and harder, I rose up and pushed back down, letting my body swallow his cock before I repeated the process.
He still had his hands on my ass, and when he spread the cheeks, slipped his fingers between them, and touched the tight hole nestled there, everything inside me tightened erotically.
“Oh. God. Oliver. Yes .” I didn’t even care I cried out those words, broken, needy, honest.
“Yeah, Adele. That’s it. Come for me, baby.” He looked at me with a hooded expression, his pleasure right there, but his self-control keeping him in check. A little. I knew he’d become just as unhinged as I was and pretty damn quickly.
“Come for me, Adele.” He added a little more pressure with his finger to that tight hole, to the area of my body no man had ever touched. Yet with Oliver, anywhere he touched me inflamed every single part of my body.
And just like that, I came for him.