Chapter 31
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
OLIVER
It’s impossible to imagine ever not wanting my mouth to be on Lexi’s. The softness of her full lips, the spark of her tongue against mine, the vanilla scent of her body wash that I’ve seen in the shower sweetening my every inhale.
I never thought I’d be lucky enough to have such surety deep inside me that I’m with the right person—the person who is meant for me. I’d given up on the idea that there even was a right person anywhere on the planet for me.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Her voice is hushed as she strokes her fingers down my arms, bringing a teasing shiver to my skin. “Because I will be leaving. There’s no hope for us.”
“Would there be any hope for us if you weren’t leaving?”
She smiles and looks up at me with those big blue eyes. “Probably not.”
Although it’s been clear that I, and everything my accident of birth comes with, are not what she wants, her words still smash my heart like a scrapyard car-crusher.
But I would be out of my mind to turn down the opportunity to be with her while I can.
“Well then, what is it they say?” I run my thumbs along the velvet-soft lines of her cheekbones. “‘’Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.’”
I don’t doubt that when she turns in the final version of the book and heads off to save the world I will wonder why I put myself through the pain of losing her.
So I need to sear these feelings, these sensations, the entire experience of living in her orbit for barely longer than the life of a shooting star, into my memory so in the future I can remind myself it was all worth it.
“Am I getting a glimpse of the reckless, seize-the-moment side of you?” she asks.
“It’s more like the seize-the-Lexi side of me.”
She squeals with surprise when I slide my hands under her bum and lift her off the chair and onto the desk.
She nudges the tray of food and her computer to one side. “Careful of my laptop. Everything is on there. If we break that, we’re both in big trouble.”
“If you don’t have a backup, I’ll fire you.
” I run my fingers over her shoulders, down her arms, and curve my hands around her thighs.
Her body heat radiates through her jeans and into my fingers, travels up my arms, then settles for a moment in my chest before rushing like a raging waterfall to my groin.
“Because the way I feel right now, we might be about to break this desk and everything on it.”
She grabs my shirt at the sides and pulls it out of my jeans. She already has my skin so alive that the drag of the fabric over it makes me shiver.
I push my hands through the hair at her temples, the silky strands tickling my fingers as they slip between them, and hover my mouth over hers. “And I am going to make up for last night.”
“Nothing to make up for.” She moistens her lips, licking mine in the process, and my cock screams to be set free. “But I look forward to it anyway.”
Then we’re a tangle of mouths and tongues and hands, searching, stroking, my skin flaming with desire wherever she grazes it as we grapple to remove each other’s clothes.
It’s a passion, a need, born of the ticking clock, the expiration date we know is counting down on whatever it is we’re doing here.
And whatever it is, I want to do it all with Lexi—cram as much life as possible into the time that we have. All the talking on walks in the countryside, all the laughing, all the waterfalls and, right now, all the being inside her.
Once we’re topless, I lean back for a second to imprint the glow of her skin in the lamplight, the curves of her breasts, the pink pebbles of her nipples, on my mind for forever.
Absorbing the vision of her makes my heart pound hard enough to rock my body.
Speaking of rocks, the one in my pants is as hard as granite. I guess my cock has already made a decision that will inevitably damage my heart.
“Are you okay?” she says quietly, wrapping her fingers around my forearms.
“I want to have this image to come back to again and again.”
When I cup her soft breasts and drag my thumbs over her hard nipples, my cock twitches and shifts, knowing exactly where it wants to be.
Lexi’s eyes drift shut, and her grip on my arms tightens. It’s as if she’s squeezing my heart, causing a heady combination of pleasure and pain.
“I could stand here forever doing this and watching you.” My gaze moves between the sensual expression on her face and her silky-soft, yielding flesh that molds itself under my touch.
“Really?” Her blue eyes open. “Even if I do this?”
She reaches for my jeans, popping the button and lowering the fly.
The release of pressure forces a heavy sigh that empties my lungs, and the proximity of her hand to my cock fires a surge of heat that launches me straight to the edge.
“Well, that might change things a little.” I just about manage to scrape out the words as I fight to keep myself under control.
Circling an arm around her back to support her, I lower my mouth to one of those sweet pink buds right as she plunges her hands inside my boxers and takes hold of me.
We let out simultaneous low groans, perfectly in sync.
Her hold on my solid shaft has me instantly rocking into her deliciously warm hand and perfect-pressure grip, the pace of my tongue increasing to keep time with my hips’ rhythm.
There is no fucking way I’m making the same mistake two nights running. I’m not coming until I’m inside this woman and she’s clenching around me.
All I want to do is whip off her jeans, but my drive to bring her to the brink first is powerful enough to pull me back.
“Oh,” she says with a disappointed sigh when I slide my throbbing, desperate dick out of her grasp.
“You won’t be frustrated for long. I promise.” I do my best to unfasten her jeans, but they’re tight and she’s sitting up, and it turns into an embarrassing fumble.
“Let me,” she says, making swift work of them.
As she kicks her jeans and underwear off, I head to the nightstand and rummage for a condom. Christ, there’d better still be some in here.
Yes. Glory be. Right at the back.
I turn back to Lexi to find a vision of naked beauty perched on the edge of the desk. How am I supposed to hold it together when just looking at her sends hot, liquid hunger flooding through my veins?
“It’s cold without you,” she says with a coy smile as she wraps her arms across her chest and crosses her legs.
It takes only two eager strides to close the electricity-filled gap between us. “Oh, I intend to get you fully warm.”
I drop the condom on the desk next to her and unwrap her legs. “But let’s get a good look at you first.”
Just the sight of the creamy soft skin of her inner thighs makes my mouth water.
“What do you want to see?” she asks, resting back on her hands.
“Everything.” I drop to my knees and plant a kiss right above the inside of her knee. The soft skin is like sweet rich cream under my lips.
She hooks the other knee over my shoulder.
“I want to see every inch of you.” I kiss higher, my pulse throbbing like it knows what’s coming. “Know every inch of you.” Higher. “Be able to recall every part of you every time I close my eyes.”
And then I reach my goal. The soft folds with their neat, dark hairs. Everything I want, everything I desire, everything I need is right behind them, and the veins in my neck might pop if I don’t get there soon.
Grabbing under her thighs, I tip her back and spread them further, until the most beautiful pink pussy I’ve ever seen in my life appears before my eyes.
For a second it’s like every drop of oxygen has left my body, as if just the mere sight of her has taken my breath away, leaving me dizzy.
Then my lungs remember what they’re supposed to do, and my chest expands, sucking in air with a sigh so deep it makes my body vibrate. “Oh my God. You are so fucking beautiful, Lexi. Every single part of you is perfect.”
I stroke my tongue from her soaking-wet entrance to her engorged clit, and she makes the sexiest low purring sound I’ve ever heard in my life—one that makes my hand twitch with the need to jack myself off as I suck and lap at her delicious clit.
But the urge to please myself is easy to resist when I have Lexi to please first.
I ease my thumb inside her, and her body stiffens slightly for a fraction of a second before relaxing around me with an acceptance that fills me with a sense of belonging I’ve never had anywhere or with anyone.
Then her thighs clasp my head, sending every drop of blood I have surging to my crotch.
Digging her heels into my back, she pulls me closer as she presses into my face and hand, making my cock fit to burst with the thrill of it.
“Holy shit, Oliver.” That’s what I want to hear, what I need to hear. That although she might not think I’m right for her for forever, in this moment she wants me as much as I want her.
When I reach up and find her breast, the rock of her hips picks up the pace with every tweak of her nipple.
“Jesus, I can’t…” Her breathless voice sets me on fire from the inside out. “I’m going to…”
At the first pulse of her inner walls on my thumb, I gather every drop of my willpower and pull away. My mouth, my hands, my body—no part of me is touching any part of her.
“What? Where did you go?” Her beautifully foggy eyes open as she sits up.
“I’m right here.” And right here is between her legs, getting that condom on as fast as my racing pulse and trembling hands allow.
“Look at you.” Her eyes are on my dick, her hands reaching for my balls.
She rolls them in her palm as I finish sheathing myself, and for a second I think I’m about to ruin it all again. This woman drives me to a fever pitch I never knew was possible.
“I can’t wait to be inside you,” I tell her. “Cannot fucking wait.”
“Please, dear God, don’t wait,” she sighs.
Keeping my eyes firmly fixed on her face, I grasp my cock and circle the tip around her entrance while mirroring the action with my thumb on her clit.
The heat emanating from her has me teetering on the brink, and I have to claw at the edge to prevent myself from crashing over.
Beneath me, her eyes close again, lips parting, her heavy breath making her breasts rise and fall and rock with the beat of her heart.
Holding on here is the most difficult thing I’ve ever done, but I’m not allowing myself inside her until she is ready to pop.
When her head drops to the side with a particular groan I remember from last night, I push in just my tip.
The tight grip of her squeezes me hard, and we gasp as one.
I still, then take a deep breath to hold myself steady.
Shit, her wetness and welcoming warmth make my heart pound like a jackhammer and it’s all I can do to stop my hips from following suit, but I am determined to keep us both on the cusp for as long as possible.
“Please.” She nudges herself closer. “Please.”
“You want me?” I increase the pressure on her clit. “All of me?”
“All of you.” The grind of her hips is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen or felt in my life. “Now. Please now.”
And I glide inside her, like it’s exactly where I belong.
The second I’m up to my hilt, Lexi throws her arms around my neck and wraps her legs tight around me, rocking against me, short-circuiting my brain so every part of me is tuned only to her.
The dysfunctional world around us is gone, faded away, replaced with a new reality where only the two of us exist and my only purpose is to give this incredible woman the orgasm of her life.
I circle my arms around her back, holding her close, her breasts pressed against my chest, her panting mouth against my ear.
“That’s it, baby,” I whisper into hers. “Let yourself go.”
And does she ever.
The moment her body clenches, showing me that she’s there, I allow myself to go with her.
And we pound against each other on the edge of the desk, holding on for dear life, for a future we don’t have, but a here and now we need to make the most of.
My balls tighten, and at my first release, my brain explodes in a burst of fireworks so bright, so loud, so never-fucking-ending, it’s like Guy Fawkes night, New Year’s Eve, and the queen’s Jubilee are happening all at once inside my head.
Lexi’s inner muscles pulse, squeezing every last drop of pleasure from me while she hangs onto my shoulders and her spine arches, throwing her head back.
“Oh God,” she cries. “Oliver.”
I’d thought I’d reached my peak, but her cry of my name sets light to a bunch of rockets I didn’t know were lurking at the back of my skull.
Our waves of pleasure are in perfect unison.
Even though the timing of our lives is all wrong, the timing of our bodies is perfect.
“So good,” she breathes as her pace slows. “So good.”
And I ride the wave down with her, coming back to reality, the valley between her breasts glowing with sweat.
When I catch my breath, I push her hair off her damp forehead, and she looks up at me.
“So…fucking…good,” she says.
“You have no idea.” And I rest my mouth on hers in a deep, drawn-out kiss that says we both know that was something different, something special, something bigger than both of us.
When we pull apart, she giggles. “Did you hear the dishes rattling?”
I look over at the tray of food I’d brought up for her. It’s moved a little way along the desk, the cup now on its side in the saucer. I hadn’t heard a thing. “Did we break anything?”
“Doesn’t look like it,” she says. “But I’m even hungrier now.”
She reaches for a chocolate chip cookie and puts it between her sex-swollen lips. I duck down to catch the other edge of it in mine.
Our lips meet in the middle, Lady and the Tramp-style.
And, with me still inside her, we snicker as if we were a pair of young romantics who have their entire futures ahead of them.