Chapter 5 #2
He raises a single eyebrow as he flicks my nipple with the tip of his tongue. “Please what?” He smirks.
I swallow, shyness threatening to close in, but it’s drowned out by lust. “Touch me.”
His teeth graze my flesh and I shiver. Then he drags the back of his knuckles over the waistband of my jeans. “Here?”
My panties are so wet they stick to my skin. “Yes,” I whisper, pressing my pussy against his hand.
He kisses his way down my body, slow and deliberate, pausing to reverently nuzzle his face across my stomach. “You stop me if this is too much.”
“It won’t be,” I say, a little too quickly.
He chuckles, his fingers working the button on my jeans. “We’ll see.”
He drags my zipper down and hooks his thumbs into the sides, tugging the denim over my hips.
I lift my body to help, feeling exposed and needy and so ready for whatever comes next.
He peels off my jeans, leaving me in just my panties, simple pale-pink cotton bikinis, nothing fancy.
For a moment I regret not wearing something prettier, until I notice him staring at me like I’m wearing the sexiest lingerie on earth.
“Fuck,” he says, almost to himself. “You’re going to ruin me.”
I laugh nervously. “I doubt that.”
His gaze flicks to mine with a look that immediately shuts down any uncertainty. “Princess, you have no idea what you do to me.”
My breath quickens as my pulse races.
“But you will.” Heat flares in his eyes, and my pussy begins to throb.
Oliver kneels between my thighs, gently pushing them farther apart as he peppers my skin with kisses. Then he hooks his index finger around the gusset of my panties, tugging the damp fabric between my swollen lips.
“Look how wet you are for me,” he murmurs, his fingertips ghosting over my flesh but carefully avoiding the place I want them most. “You need this, don’t you?”
“Oliver…” I writhe, frustration and arousal coiling together.
He gives me a wicked grin. “I know, Princess. I’ll give you what you need.”
He leans forward and presses a kiss to the soaked fabric over my center. I suck in a harsh breath, my hips jerking. He holds me down with one wide palm on my lower belly.
“Stay still,” he commands.
I whimper. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” he counters, his voice going even lower. “You’re going to be my good girl and let me take my time, aren’t you?”
My stomach flips because I want nothing more than to be good for this man. “Yes.”
“That’s better.”
Then he slowly drags my panties down my legs before removing them, baring my body completely now. I feel vulnerable and seen in a way I never did with Bobby, in a way that’s almost overwhelming. Then Oliver looks up, his gaze locking with mine, and everything in me quiets.
“Beautiful,” he says simply, like it’s a fact. He lowers his head, inhaling my bare, aching center. “Fuck, you smell good,” he groans. “I’ve been thinking about this since the bar.”
“Oliver, I—”
He shuts me up by licking one long, slow stripe up my slit.
My back bows off the bed. “Oh my God—”
“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you. I want you to be loud.”
His tongue starts to move with purpose, up and down, then circling my clit with devastating precision. One of his hands slides over to cup my ass; the other drapes across my lower abdomen, pinning me gently in place when my hips try to rock up into his mouth.
He’s thorough. Patient. Worshipful.
“Please,” I beg, my fingers curling in the sheets.
He doesn’t stop as he mumbles, “Hands.”
My eyes fly open. “What?”
“Give me your hands.”
Confused and wrecked, I reach for him. He catches both wrists in one big fist and pushes them up above my head, pinning them lightly to the mattress.
“Keep them here. Do not move them unless I tell you to. Understand?”
His expression is dark and delicious and intense, making my pussy quiver.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Say it like you mean it.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
We both freeze. My heart slams against my ribs. I didn’t plan to say that. It just slipped out.
His jaw tightens, his nostrils flaring. “Jenna,” he growls.
“I’m sorry,” I babble. “I didn’t mean… I can call you something else. I just—”
“Stop. Look at me.”
I do. I can’t take my eyes off him while he pins me to the bed with his molten stare.
“Do you like calling me that?”
My cheeks burn, but I don’t lie. “I… yeah. I think so.”
He goes quiet for a moment, and I fear I’ve ruined everything. “Do you want me to be that for you?” he asks. “The man who takes care of you? Who knows what you need even before you do? Who makes sure you feel good and safe and so fucking wanted you never doubt it again?”
My throat tightens as something deep stirs inside me. “I want that. I want all of that with you.”
Oliver kisses me passionately, grounding me as his hands squeeze my wrists. “You’re going to keep your arms right here and be my good girl while I taste you. You’re not going to come until I tell you. Got it?”
“Yes, Daddy.” The words roll perfectly off my tongue.
He groans, then drops to his knees and drags my ass to the edge of the mattress. I barely have time to plant my feet on the bed before he pushes my thighs wide and his eager mouth is back on me.
If I thought the first few licks were good, they’re nothing compared to what he’s doing now.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it in tight, precise strokes that make my vision blur.
His other hand slides between my thighs, his fingers circling my entrance and teasing me in the best way.
“Please, Oliver” I plead, my hips straining against the forearm holding them down. “I need—”
He hums, the vibration shooting straight through me. “What, baby? Tell Daddy what you want.”
“You. Inside me. Your dick. Your tongue. Your fingers. Anything, please.”
“Princess is greedy.” He smirks. “Good.”
Just when I’m about to beg again, he pushes one thick finger inside me, then another, stretching me in a way that’s both too much and not enough. My walls clamp down, slick and desperate.
“So fucking wet,” he mutters. “This all for me?”
“Yes,” I moan. “All for you.”
He starts to move his fingers, slow at first, then faster, curling them in exactly the right spot. I jolt, a strangled sound tearing from my throat.
“There it is. Guess I found your sweet spot.”
“Yes,” I sob. “Oh my God!”
He fucks me with his hand while his mouth works my clit, relentless. Pleasure builds, hot and sharp, coiling low in my belly.
“I… I’m gonna—” I choke out.
Oliver immediately lifts his head as his fingers still. “No,” he commands. “Not yet.”
“Please, Daddy, I’m so close.”
“I know, baby.” He curls his fingers slower, shallow. “Breathe through it. You can hold it for me.”
My body quivers as my orgasm teeters on the edge. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” His voice is calm, steady, authoritative. “You trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Then be good and do what I say. You’re stronger than you think. You can take a little more.”
The pride in his voice does something to me. I cling to his words like a lifeline, forcing myself to breathe, to ride the cusp of release without tumbling over it.
“Daddy…” My voice breaks. “I need—”
He cuts me off. “I know exactly what you need. And I’m going to give it to you. When I’m ready.”
I’ve never felt anything like this. The pleasure is almost overwhelming. My body is on fire and I’m desperate to come, but I want so badly to please him, to hear his praise.
Oliver waits until I start to come down from the brink, until my taut muscles begin to relax. Then his mouth is on me again, his fingers driving deeper, rougher, hitting that tender spot over and over. My hips roll in sync with his hand, and I feel like I’m going to explode.
“Now,” he says, his voice low and commanding against my skin. “Now you can come. Give it to me, baby. Come in my mouth and let Daddy taste how sweet you are.”
His permission hits me harder than I expected, and I shatter into a thousand pieces.
My back arches off the bed, a cry ripping from my throat as ecstasy zips through me, hot and consuming.
My slick walls clamp down on his fingers in rapid pulses, but he doesn’t slow his movements.
He groans against me, licking and sucking like he can’t get enough, like my orgasm is the best thing he’s ever tasted.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he rasps. “That’s my girl. So pretty when you fall apart for me.”
I’m dimly aware of my fingers clutching the sheets, but I manage to keep my hands exactly where he left them while my body convulses around him. When the intensity finally starts to ebb, he eases up, licking me through the aftershocks until I’m whimpering from oversensitivity.
His fingers carefully withdraw. And I melt into the bed, feeling more relaxed than I’ve been in months, maybe years.
Oliver teasingly nips the inside of my thighs, leaving soft kisses along my hips and stomach as he climbs over my body before finally reaching my mouth.
I’ve never tasted myself before. There’s something filthy and intimate and sinful about it.
“How are you feeling?” he asks between kisses.
“Like I’ve never actually had sex before.” I close my eyes and sink into the bedding with a deep sigh.
He huffs a soft laugh, dragging the tip of his finger down the bridge of my nose. “We haven’t gotten to that part yet.”
I crack one eye open. “There’s more?”
“Oh, Princess. We’re just getting started.”
My pussy clenches again as excitement and anticipation swirl inside me.
He brushes my sweat-dampened hair off my face and kisses my forehead. “You ready for me?”
“I don’t wanna wait any longer.” I reach between us and stroke his rock-hard dick over his jeans.
Suddenly, my mouth goes dry when I discover how long and thick he is.
A cocky smirk spreads across his lips when he registers my surprise.
“I think I’m reconsidering my life choices,” I croak nervously.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make sure you take every inch.”