Twenty #2
He pulls back and lifts my chin to look into his eyes, “don’t say that to me.” His jaw is pulled so tight that I can actually see the top of his cheek bone press through his skin.
“Oliver.” I say the words with weight so he knows I mean them. “I’m on birth control. And I’m clean.” His eyes bounce back and forth between mine and I can see the question lingering there. He just doesn’t want to ask it. “I haven’t been with anyone else but you since that first night Ol.”
He grinds his teeth, still wanting to ask me something but whatever battle that is going on in his head, he closes his eyes and shakes it away. He captures my lips and pulls our foreheads close together. His hand runs down my lower back and over my ass until it grips the back of my thigh.
“Want to know my thing about kissing you?”
“Mmm” I reach up to steal another soft kiss. The water is hitting his back as he shields me from drowning in it.
He trails his lips to my jaw, peppering kisses until he gets to the spot that is between my jaw and neck and bites hard enough that I jerk in his hold.
He continues kissing down my throat, nipping the whole way and letting his tongue graze softly.
When he gets to the base of my neck, he is still bracketing the other side of my neck between his fingers.
He tilts it to the side and grips the back of my thigh with his other hand.
Then he whispers, “I can feel you quiver when I kiss you here.” He kisses and then sucks on the skin reaching more to the back of my neck at the base near my collarbone.
And sure the fuck enough, I can feel the muscle in the back of my thigh shake and his lips spread into a proud smile on my skin.
Then this man drops to his knees. I don’t think there will ever be a more beautiful sight than wet and bothered Oliver West on his knees in front of me.
He doesn’t even give me time to appreciate the sight before his tongue is running up my center and my back is arched.
My fingers weave through his wet hair as he grips my ass hard and pulls me tightly into him.
Even wet, I can feel his scruff scratch the inside of my thigh and there is a very primal part of me that is happy I will wake up tomorrow with some kind of mark from this man.
When his tongue spears inside of me, he groans and I gasp for air.
“Oliver.. Please.” I pant out between breaths.
It’s hot from the water and the inability to get him close enough.
My body is fighting for more. I push his head closer and he moans again causing every inch of my skin to pebble.
He pulls back just enough to take a breath while he bites down hard on the inside of my thigh and sucks hard enough this time to leave a mark.
Like he could hear the want in my thoughts from just moments earlier.
He rests his forehead on the skin below my abdomen and a second later I feel the invasion of his fingers, not easing me into it.
Then he returns his mouth greedily, taking my clit between his teeth as he pumps his fingers in and out.
I look down to see him already watching me.
The muscles in his back are clenched and roll as he switches from nipping at the bundles of nerves to sucking.
He lifts one leg over his shoulder, making sure I’m still stable before working even harder.
But the switch of position brings new pressure and I feel my body release as my vision gets blurred from being lightheaded.
He kisses softly through my orgasm and gently removes his fingers, kissing every inch of skin before standing back up again.
“Turn around, hands ups.” I do as I’m told in a sex drunk haze because I can’t imagine anything better than having his hands back on me right now.
He grips both of my wrists in one hand and reaches around to my front to lift my hips higher and spread my legs with his own.
He enters me easily with my body still so relaxed from the first release and I gasp as I push back into him to take him deeper.
“So you can do what you’re told.” He grunts, his breath tickling my ear.
“Only when your dick is in me.” I try to get my body closer to him but he has my wrists still firmly held above my head and against the wall.
I feel his forehead rest on my shoulder, holding himself still, letting my walls wrap around him firmly and pull him in further.
I inch backwards again, desperate for friction, just the tiniest of movement.
I feel him twitch inside me and I growl at his self control.
“Fuck me.” I plead.
“I plan to fuck you so good that you won’t be able to pretend it didn’t happen this time.” He reverently kisses my shoulder, pumping slowly one time. “I need your body desperate for me, pretty girl.”
“My body is fucking miserable right now.” I rock backwards the best I can but still come up empty with what I am searching for. He lets go of my wrists as his hands run over every inch of skin within his reach.
I feel his hand tangle through my curls, turning my head like he did the first time we were together.
He kisses me, invading every ounce of space around me.
Finally he starts to move. I bite down on his bottom lip and he drives his tongue in my mouth.
His other hand comes up from my stomach and holds my breast. I will have bruises tomorrow, and I will smile with every inch of sensitive skin from this memory being created right now.
“I need you to come.” I beg him. I’m hungry to feel it.
“You first.” He grits out.
“I already did.” I remind him.
His hand moves from my chest to gently but firmly wrap around my throat. “You again.” He corrects me.
He’s kissing the top of my spine and back of my neck.
Tongue darting out after every nip, his pace never stopping and his unsteady breathing grazing my skin.
It’s too much and I feel my body give him exactly what he wants.
My legs are so weak that I can barely manage to keep my body upright.
He must feel them weaken because he pulls me flush against him as he pushes in and out hard and fast a few more times before he mumbles a curse laced with a cherishing chant of my name.
I feel him pulse inside me, neither of us moving.
His head resting between my shoulders as our breathing evens back out.
He gently pulls himself out of me and I can feel the mixture of us run down the inside of my thigh as I give him my full weight to support.
“Fuck.” Is all he says and it feels like it holds more emotions than one word should.
He backs us both up slowly to be more fully under the spray of water that is somehow still warm.
“Let me clean you up.” He says gently before grabbing some soap and rubbing it over my skin in such a cautiously caring way.