Chapter 35
Chapter thirty-five
Jay
I push slowly, every inch deliberate, feeling her body stretch and mold around me until she pulls me deeper without meaning to.
My jaw locks. Every muscle fights the urge to give in and just take.
She’s too good, too warm, too perfect, and I know if I lose control now, it’ll be over before I can show her what she does to me.
Her back arches, lips parting on a breath that sounds like my name. I keep still, buried deep, watching her fight to hold herself together. The sight alone almost undoes me.
“You feel unreal,” I rasp, my forehead dropping to hers. She clenches around me in answer, and I nearly see stars.
I pull out an inch and push back in slowly, dragging every ridge of me against her until she moans. I do it again, torturously measured, keeping her right on the edge.
“Jay, I need you to fuck me,” she pants, hips lifting to meet mine.
My finger finds her clit and circles slowly. Her pussy pulses around me like she can’t help it. I like that. “There you go,” I murmur gently. “You’re so good when you let yourself feel like this. Let me keep you right here. Right on the edge. You’ll thank me for it.”
Her thighs tremble, her sounds climbing higher until she’s writhing, trying to drag me deeper. I hold the line, fucking her with just enough to keep her there, until her pleas turn incoherent and sweat glistens all over her neck and down the front of her dress.
Only then do I give in. I draw back slowly and drive into her harder, deeper, her cry breaking against my mouth as I swallow it in a kiss.
Her walls grip me like a vise, and I know I won’t last long like this, not with her body milking me, not with her clinging to me like I’m the only thing tethering her to earth.
I groan, snapping my hips faster now, chasing the sound of her cries, the feel of her coming undone.
Her body clamps around me, hot and wet and desperate, and any thought of holding back goes straight to hell. I slam into her, harder, faster, the headboard knocking against the wall with every thrust. The sound of her moans only spurs me on, my name breaking on her lips like she can’t hold it in.
“Jesus, Liv—” I grit out, sweat slicking my back as I pound into her. “You’re so fucking good, I can’t—” I break off with a groan, burying myself to the hilt and grinding against her clit.
Her tits bounce above the line of her dress with every snap of my hips.
I catch a nipple through the thin fabric, biting it hard enough to make her gasp before sucking it into my mouth.
Her back bows, pushing into me, and I lose whatever rhythm I had left when she mutters a plea that ripples through her throat with a whimper.
“Look at you,” I growl against her skin, pulling out almost all the way just to slam back in, again and again. “Soaking my cock, your body’s begging for it. You love this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, pushing me in deeper. “God, yes.”
I drive into her with everything I’ve got, no space for restraint, nothing but the slap of skin and the obscene sounds of her pussy taking me over and over. She clenches so hard I nearly black out, my hips jerking wild as I rut into her like I’ll never get enough.
“Fuck yes—I’m gonna make you come again,” I snarl, thumb finding her clit and rubbing rough circles as I keep pace. “Fall apart on me. Let me feel it.”
“I’m coming, yes…yes,” she pants, body arching, and I follow her down, hips jerking as she clenches around me, pulling me straight into oblivion. I collapse, chest heaving, still pulsing, my face buried in warm skin as my lips find the frantic beat of her pulse.
Her body unwinds beneath me, trembling through the aftershocks, her chest heaving as she clings to my shoulders.
I stay buried inside her until the pulsing stops, until I can breathe again, kissing the corner of her mouth, her jaw, her damp temple.
Each press of my lips more a whisper than the last, meant to soothe where I’d just been rough.
When I finally ease out, she whimpers at the loss, and I grit my teeth against the urge to take her again right there. She’s flushed, dress wrinkled around her waist, skin damp with sweat; she’s beautiful. But she’s also wrecked. And I’ll be damned if I leave her like this.
“Hey,” I murmur, brushing her hair back, cupping her cheek. “Let me take care of you.”
She blinks up at me, dazed, still catching her breath.
I kiss her forehead, then peel the fabric of her dress down slowly, inch by inch, easing it over her body.
Her arms slip free of the straps, her breasts bared, flushed and perfect.
I can’t help but kiss them one by one. A chuckle rumbles in my throat.
Her head snaps up. “Something funny about my tits?”
“No, they’re perfect,” I hum against her skin, flicking my tongue against her nipple, making her gasp. “I was just thinking how I didn’t even properly undress you before I fucked you.”
She lowers back down to the mattress. “There’s always next time,” she sighs, stifling a yawn.
“Make no mistake, there will be a next time, and a next, and a next…” I could go on and on. One taste of Olivia isn’t enough.
I don’t rush undressing her. I let the thin fabric caress her skin as it peels down her body, eliciting goosebumps on her skin that I kiss. Only when the dress falls from her do I fold it neatly before walking across the hall to the bathroom, discarding my condom.
The water from the sink runs cool over my wrist as I dampen a cloth, wringing it out. When I return, she’s watching me from the bed, hair spilled wild over the pillow, lips parted. My chest squeezes at the sight of her.
I clean her carefully, brushing between her thighs with a gentleness that has her shivering for a different reason. “I’ll go slow,” I murmur when she flinches from the sensitivity, kissing the inside of her knee in apology.
When I’m done, I strip myself properly this time, tugging off my shirt. I wipe myself down quickly, toss the towel into the hamper, and crawl back onto the mattress. She’s still naked, waiting, curled on her side until I pull her against me.
Her cheek presses to my chest, her hand resting over my heart. I wrap her up, stroking slow lines down her spine, breathing her in. For a moment, I think she might fall asleep like this, her lashes heavy, her breathing settling.
But then she tilts her head up, lips swollen, eyes hazy, and I harden again, instantly, shamelessly.
Her hand drifts down my stomach, as her teeth scrape against my chest and shoulder until she reaches me. The touch makes my breath catch, a rough sound breaking free as my hips jerk into her palm.
“God—” I groan, every muscle tight as she wraps her hand around me, stroking lightly, like she knows exactly what she’s doing. I catch her wrist, not to stop her but to feel her skin on mine. “You keep that up, and I’m gonna lose it again.”
She presses a kiss to my collarbone, lips hot against my skin. “Maybe that’s what I want,” she whispers.
I snap, rolling her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand as I grind into her, cock throbbing against her slick heat. My mouth crashes onto hers, teeth clashing, tongues tangling, the kiss every bit as filthy as the way I rut against her.
“You’re gonna ruin me,” I rasp against her mouth, sliding the blunt head through her heat, teasing her entrance with each thrust of my hips. I hold her down, watching her writhe beneath me, voice breaking with need. “And I’m not stopping until I’ve ruined you, too.”