Chapter 7 #2
Somehow, it’s those words that have my heart tumbling out of my chest and straight into her hands as I rock my hips forward, easing into her slowly, letting her adjust to my size.
“Shit, you’re so big.” She inhales sharply, pressing her head back into the mattress as she clamps around me.
Stroking her face with one hand, I pull back and rock forward again gently, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“I’m the perfect size for you. Breathe, baby; we’ll take it slow.
” Snaking a hand between us, I rub soft circles around her clit, feeling her inner walls relax, a breath gusting out of her as I slide the rest of the way inside, bottoming out and sealing our bodies together, and fuck.
I drop my forehead to hers, breathing deeply and trying to yank myself back from the edge.
“You feel so good,” Olivia praises, tightening her legs around me.
“I feel good because this pussy was made for me. Only me.” Dropping my head, I crash our mouths together, winding my tongue around hers and kissing her deeply as our bodies adjust to the feel of each other.
My heart thuds and my head spins, and I want to stay buried inside her just like this for the rest of my damn life.
“Tell me,” I practically plead. “Tell me this pussy is mine. That you’re mine. ”
“It’s yours,” she rasps, trying to rock her hips up and groaning in frustration at the way my body pins her to the mattress. “I’m yours. Only yours. Now move, Bry. Fuck. I need you to move.”
Dipping my head, I scrape my teeth down her neck, nipping at her collar bone and licking it to soothe the sting as she writhes beneath me. “I love the way my name sounds coming out of your mouth while I’m buried inside you. Before we’re done here, you’re going to scream it.”
Olivia grabs two handfuls of my hair and yanks my head up so I’m looking at her, sly smile on her face as my cock jerks inside her at the sharp sting of pain. “Make me.”
Motherfucker.
Pulling out almost to the tip, I push back in with one rough thrust that has a moan tearing from her throat, her eyes rolling back in her head.
I do it again, taking her in firm, steady strokes that have pleasure bubbling in my veins, my blood heating at the noises she makes, the sound of our bodies slapping together.
And when Olivia grips my hair tighter and moans out, “Nothing in the world has ever felt as good as you inside me,” my tattered control snaps.
I take one of Olivia’s hands, lacing our fingers together and pressing them into the bed above her head as I speed up my strokes, angling my hips to hit her clit every time I thrust back in.
She meets me stroke for stroke, our bodies moving in perfect sync, and I know she’s right.
Nothing in the entire world has ever felt as good as the two of us together.
It’s incredible. Perfect. Written in the goddamn stars.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” she grits out, her hand tightening around mine, her tits bouncing with every punishing thrust.
“Fucking never,” I rasp out, dipping my head to take one of those gorgeous tits into my mouth, sucking on it and circling her nipple with my tongue until I can feel her pussy fluttering around me, her legs trembling where they’re wrapped around my waist. “I can feel how close you are. How tightly your pussy is gripping me. You want to come, Liv? You ready to soak my dick?”
“Oh my god, yes, shit,” she screams, as I graze my teeth over her nipple, grinding my hips down hard on my next thrust, satisfaction arrowing through me as she calls out my name.
“Brian, fuck!” Olivia explodes around me, her pussy clenching me so hard my vision blurs, and I stave off my release through sheer force of will, my need for this not to be over yet stronger than my need to spill inside her.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmur, kissing along her jaw before taking her mouth with mine, slowing my hips to work her through her release and hold off my own. “You feel so good when you come around me. I want to feel it one more time.”
“I can’t,” she pants, her eyes dropping closed, her body melting back into the mattress as her release ebbs. “There’s no way.”
Chuckling, I roll us until she’s sprawled on top of me, pushing myself up into a sitting position, still buried inside of her with my back against the headboard.
“You can,” I say, taking her face in my hands and kissing her, thrusting up into her gently as I push my tongue into her mouth, pouring everything I feel into the kiss, ignoring the pleasure pulsing through me as I work her back up again.
“You will. Give me one more. You feel so good, the way you take me. So perfect. Be mine, Liv.”
“I am yours,” she whimpers breathlessly, tangling her fingers in the hair at the nape of my neck, rocking her hips in time with mine and spreading her legs to take me even deeper.
“Fuck,” I growl, dropping one of my hands between us to roll my thumb over her clit, watching her eyes glaze over as her pleasure builds again. “Ride me, baby. Show me how well you take this dick.”
Snaking my other arm around Olivia’s waist, I slam my mouth back to hers in a kiss that is wet, messy, and scorching hot as her hips rock frantically, chasing her release. And when she bucks over me, a frustrated moan tearing from her throat, I thrust up, giving her the friction she’s looking for.
“Oh my god, yes,” she pants, as I lean in and lick a hot stripe up her throat, nipping and sucking as I fuck her from below, sliding the hand around her waist down to her ass to hold her firmly against me, my other hand playing with her clit as I feel her body tremble against me, my own release so close I can fucking taste it.
“Just like that. Just like that,” she chants, her hands everywhere—my hair, my shoulders, my back, owning every inch of me just the way I always hoped she would.
“Holy fuck, Liv, you feel amazing. Perfect. So good, wrapped around me, squeezing me so tightly. Come for me again, sweetheart. Please, please come for me so I can flood this pussy with my cum.”
Leaning in, I suck one of her nipples into my mouth and thrust my hips up sharply, feeling her clench around me. She claws at my shoulders, hips rocking wildly as she comes on a strangled cry, locking her arms around me as her body shakes with the force of her release.
Holding her tightly to me, I wrap one hand around her neck, sealing my mouth over hers and swallowing her moans.
My head spins and my vision blurs, pleasure shooting up my spine as the orgasm slams into me.
I come on a long groan, my lips still attached to Olivia’s in a messy tangle as my legs shake and my cock pulses and I empty everything I have inside her.
It takes a long time for us to come down, sweat-dampened bodies rocking and hands roving and lips moving together in long, slow kisses. We breathe the same air, and Olivia’s lilac scent surrounds me, and I think that I would be happy to stay right here, in this moment, for the rest of my life.
“You were amazing,” I murmur, my lips skating slowly over her jaw, down her neck, my hand stroking up and down her back. “Perfect. So fucking perfect. Mine.”
“Yours,” she says quietly, breathlessly, dropping her head to my shoulder, and that one word has my stomach swooping as hope blooms. Her breath comes in soft pants, warm against my neck, and her heart thunders in her chest, beating out the same rhythm as mine.
I don’t know how long we hold onto each other like that, whispering words and trading kisses, her draped over me and my cock still buried inside her, but eventually she shivers, our bodies cooling from their shared inferno.
Gathering her up in my arms, I walk us to the bathroom, reaching in and turning on the shower.
When the water is warm, I carry her in, putting her down and wrapping my arms around her, turning us so the hot spray soaks her back.
She sighs, her body melting into me as we stand there together.
Reaching over, I grab my shampoo, pouring some into my hand and working it through her hair, my heart thudding against my chest at the way it feels to care for her in this way. That she lets me do it.
Pressing a kiss to her hair, I use my soap to wash her body, my hands gliding over her smooth skin, a kind of claiming entirely different from the frenzied way we just took each other, but no less potent.
Rinsing all the soap off her, I make quick work of my own shower, then bundle her into a towel and dry every inch of her before walking her back into my room.
I consider sliding into bed naked, but the idea of her sleeping in my clothes has warmth and possession flooding my veins, so I grab one of my old college T-shirts, slipping it over her head before pulling the covers back and letting her climb in, sliding in behind her.
I wrap an arm around her waist and push the other under her head, surrounding her body with mine.
Olivia sighs, tucking herself deeper into my hold and taking my hand, lacing our fingers together and bringing our joined hands up to lay over her heart.
“Thank you for taking care of me. This feels good,” she whispers, her voice carrying through the darkened room, burrowing right into my heart. “It feels right.”
“I’ll always take care of you,” I say quietly, leaning down to kiss her shoulder, her cheek, her neck, anywhere I can reach. “Always. You belong right here. In my house. In my bed. In my arms. With me.”
She tightens her hand around mine, mumbling a response I can’t make out before her breathing evens out and her body relaxes. I press a kiss to her hair, breathing her in, and with everything I’ve ever wanted wrapped in my arms, I close my eyes and follow her straight into sleep.