Chapter 35 #2
My release builds faster than I expect—never in my life have I found it this quickly.
But soon it’s washing over me in waves and my attempts to keep the sounds at bay disintegrate.
I’m moaning and writhing under him as he keeps up his movements, not showing any signs of stopping until I’m finally spent, and collapse, limp against the mattress.
When he rises, his mouth is twisted into a smirk as he stares unabashedly at me. As my adrenaline ebbs, I start to become aware of how naked I am in comparison to him, still in his button-down and jeans.
It’s silly, he’s literally just had his head buried in my pussy, but I can’t help the slow tingle of self-consciousness that creeps in at the edge of my thoughts.
All the sensations and the endorphins that have been crashing over me start to feel a bit overwhelming.
It’s a good kind of overwhelming, but I need a minute to process before we keep going.
Oscar lies down next to me, our bodies running in parallel.
“You alright?” He pushes back a strand of hair that had fallen in front of my eyes.
“Yeah?” It comes out like a question.
“Do you wanna stop?”
“No,” I say quickly. “I’m just having a moment, I’ll be good to go in a second.”
“Take all the time you need.” He kisses my hair. “Is there anything I can do that’ll help?”
“Can you just take your clothes off or something?” I say it without thinking. Then, hearing it back, I bury my head in the covers, trying to hide the burn that overtakes my cheeks.
“Can you just take off your clothes… or something,” Oscar repeats thoughtfully, drawing out every syllable. “How romantic.”
I peek out with one eye to see his grin. He rests a hand between my shoulder blades. He always seems to know exactly when I need to be touched, when I need that kind of grounding.
“You know, if you’re trying to seduce me, you’re gonna have to do a lot better than that,” he teases.
“Oscar,” I groan, hiding again.
He laughs, dropping his head down next to mine. “Sorry, sorry. You want me to get undressed?”
I nod. “I’m just feeling very naked right now.”
“And you don’t want to be the only one who’s naked.”
I shake my head and he nods, sitting up.
At first I stay tucked away, but curiosity wins out and I roll back over.
He’s on the final button of his shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest, dusted with dark hair that leads down to the slab of his stomach.
He’s all muscle, made from days on end of hauling and lifting, constant labor.
But there’s a touch of softness, too, that somehow makes him even sexier.
He catches me staring and runs his tongue over his bottom lip, slowing down his movements as he shrugs his shirt off.
His pants come next and my jaw nearly falls open at the sight of him pulling his belt loose and wrapping it around his fist into a tidy roll that he sets on my dresser.
Before he drops his pants, he roots around in his pockets, pulling out his wallet.
I don’t realize what he’s doing at first, but when he pulls out a telltale foil packet, I can’t help but smile.
“You were confident,” I tease.
“Not at all.” He shrugs, the tips of his ears turning pick. “But I won’t say that I wasn’t hopeful.”
I smile at him. “Then I guess you got what you hoped for.”
He stops what he’s doing, just looking. “You have no fucking idea.”
He shucks his jeans and socks, leaving him only in his boxers. My breath stalls as he catches me dead in the eye before his thumbs slide into his waistband, pushing down and taking the fabric with it.
My first reaction when his erection springs free is to look away, that this is something I shouldn’t see. But that’s not true, I get to look all I want. Right now this man is all mine, so I take my fill, examine every inch of him. He’s long, and so hard it looks painful.
When he comes to stand at the foot of the bed, I sit up, anticipation building.
“Still with me?” he asks.
“I’m with you.”
The bed dips with the weight of one knee, then the other, then he’s crawling over me. I fall back, my head bouncing off the mattress as he covers my body. He braces himself above me with one hand, the other nestling in the dip of my waist.
I want him so much I can’t bear it.
I place my palm on his chest and he pauses, looking down at me with a question.
“Can you go slow?” I whisper.
He bends to kiss my forehead, a puff of air coasting across my hairline. “Of course.” His hand reaches down and I feel him line himself up with my entrance. “You ready?”
“I think so?” My breathing stutters and I feel my heart rate pick up.
“What’s going on?” He frowns. “Do you want to stop?”
I don’t know how to explain it. Stopping is the absolute last thing I want to do, but I can’t help the niggle of apprehension that chews at me.
Sex has always been uncomfortable for me, always for someone else, to try to appease someone, to make sure they weren’t upset with me.
It turned it into something ugly and scary.
That’s not what’s happening now. I know I’m in control, that I’m doing this because I want to. But it still doesn’t wipe away everything that’s come before.
“I’m just nervous,” I mumble. “But I want to keep going.”
“Are you sure?” A pained look crosses his face. “I don’t want to hurt you. I never want to do anything that’s gonna hurt you, or make you scared.”
“I’m not scared.” I reach up to cup his jaw.
“Okay.” He frowns, and I don’t know if he quite believes me. “If anything changes, just say the word okay?”
“Okay.” I smile and he finally lets go of some of the tension that’s been lining his shoulders.
With a slow kiss, he starts to press in. I gasp at the sensation, the stretch. He works himself in a little further and I break our kiss, blowing out a long breath. He pauses, waiting for me to get my bearings, but when I tip my chin up to kiss him again, he continues the slow intrusion.
We repeat that a few more times, Oscar kissing me through it, stopping to let me adjust. I don’t know how long it takes but I’m so full that I feel like I could burst, like I’m coming apart at the seams.
“Is that all of it?” I pant.
He looks down at me with a sheepish expression. “Um, not quite.”
“How?” I gasp.
He chuckles, and I feel it through every inch of my body. “Just a little more, you got it.”
He thrusts deeper, his face focused. It’s tight, really tight, and it stings a little, but somewhere behind the ache there’s a blissful fullness.
I don’t realize my eyes are squeezed shut until he drops a delicate kiss, like the wing of a butterfly, across each eyelid. “Stay with me,” he murmurs.
I look at him again, seeing whole worlds in his expression.
“Fuck, Freya, you’re doing so good,” he practically growls into my ear, getting deeper with each slow push.
I feel so full that taking more doesn’t seem like a possibility. But then his arm snakes under my hips, pulling them up and changing the angle, and suddenly it’s so, so good. He slides home on a final thrust, fully seating himself inside me as we both moan.
“Freya,” he groans. “Fuck, you feel incredible, you take me so well.”
I thought I would be embarrassed by him talking like that, but I just get more turned on with every whispered word, every hoarse praise that he heaps onto me.
“Can I move?” he asks, voice strained. “Please?”
“Just-just one more second.” I need longer to get used to this pressure, and the way I can feel him in every atom of my being.
“Of course.” He kisses across my cheeks, down my jaw, my throat.
He finds a particularly sensitive spot near my collarbone that has me jolting with pleasure.
I feel him grin against my skin as he gauges my reaction.
Then he sucks on it, hard. My hips buck in response and the friction is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
“Please,” I beg, my eyes rolling back, “you can move now, please just…” I lose the thought as he pulls out to the tip, then thrusts back in with one fluid motion.
Holy shit.
He works in slow thrusts, each one sending a new wave of pleasure through me as he murmurs in my ear, telling me how beautiful I am, how good it feels, how it’s like I was made just for him.
I never knew that it could feel like this. Sex has always been an exercise in pleasing someone else. Always trying to work out what Aaron wanted and making sure he had it before he got frustrated. I never knew how to take.