Chapter 26 Nova #2
He slid his hands down to grip my thighs and spread me wider as his mouth worked me. “So sensitive, so perfect.”
He finally reached my stomach, and his kisses slowed.
The raw, carnal edge in his touch softened.
Smoothing over the swell of my belly, he traced the curve with such gentleness.
He rested his head there for a moment, brushing his lips against my skin in a chaste, tender kiss that sent a different kind of warmth flooding through me.
His gaze flicked up, and the fire in his eyes returned, sharper and more possessive than before. He continued his descent, his hands firm again as they parted my thighs, his mouth hovering where I needed him most.
“Always mine.”
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I gasped, my thighs trembling against his grip.
He didn’t slow, his mouth working me with a hunger that bordered on desperation. He circled and teased me with his tongue, then latched onto my clit, sucking it into his mouth so hard I nearly sobbed.
“God, Ollie,” I moaned, my fingers diving into his hair, tugging hard as I tried to hold on. “You’re so fucking good at this. You make me feel like I’m going to explode.”
He groaned against me, the sound vibrating through my core as he slid his tongue lower, teasing the slickness there before dragging back to my clit. “So wet for me.”
“Because it’s all for you,” I gasped. “This is what you do to me. You make me this fucking desperate.”
His grip tightened on my thighs, spreading me wider as he pressed his mouth harder against me. The way his tongue moved—circling, sucking, pulling—was deliberate, but wild, like he couldn’t get enough of me.
“Take what’s yours. I’m yours. All yours.”
He groaned again, his growl muffled against my body as his tongue worked me faster, deeper, his teeth grazing my sensitive nub enough to send a shockwave of pleasure tearing through me.
“You’re going to come for me.” His tongue was relentless as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge.
“Yes,” I cried. “I’m so close. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”
As the pleasure coiled tight inside me, reaching its peak, he pulled his mouth away. The loss was immediate and excruciating. My chest heaved as I looked up at him in shock and horror.
“What the fuck?” I shouted. “Are you kidding me?!”
“I want to be inside you. I’ll only do it if you want it. Otherwise, I’m happy to—”
“Ollie,” I snapped, cutting him off as I pushed a trembling finger to his lips. His breath hitched at the contact, his eyes flicking to mine, and I held his gaze fiercely. “Respectfully. Shut up and fuck me.”
He gripped me firmly as he pushed me back on the bed, the soft give of the mattress catching me as he hovered over me.
The sensation was unfamiliar. My body, softer and fuller.
I was a little more squished beneath him, the curve of my stomach subtly shifting between us.
I realized, fleetingly, that this position wouldn’t work for long as my pregnancy progressed.
From here, I had the best view.
Ollie was a living sculpture above me. His chest was hewn like stone, his muscles flexing as he braced himself. His eyes burned down into mine, dark with hunger, but tempered by something softer, something warmer.
His tip pressed against my entrance.
“I got tested at my appointment.”
“I did at the start of the season and haven’t been with anyone since.”
“And I guess you can’t get me more pregnant,” I said jokingly.
He pushed inside me a little, and I gasped.
“Are you sure?”
I rolled my eyes, my body arching up to meet him. “I really appreciate you being a gentleman,” I said, my voice dripping with exasperation and need, “but I’m not a fragile doll. Fuck me. Please.”
He chuckled, a low, throaty sound, and then he pushed in.
The stretch was immediate, his width filling me slowly, inch by inch, as my body adjusted to him. My mouth fell open, a gasp escaping as my nails dug into his shoulders. I had never been with a man this thick, this impossibly big, and the sensation was overwhelming in the best way.
“Holy shit.”
He paused, locking his eyes on mine, blazing with intensity but laced with patience. He gave me a moment, his hands gentle as they slid down to cradle my hips.
The overwhelming flood of sensation shifted into something more—an emotional wave I couldn’t stop. My hands found his neck, pulling him down to me as I pressed my lips to his in a kiss that said everything I couldn’t.
He kept his lips a breath away from mine as he pushed deeper, his movements slow and deliberate, stretching me to the brink.
“You feel so tight around me.” Resting his forehead against mine, he locked his gaze onto me as though he wanted to capture every reaction. “Better than I could’ve ever imagined.”
I trailed my hands over his back, tracing the taut muscles as they flexed with each thrust. “You’re perfect. Everything about this, about you, is perfect.”
His lips curved into a soft smile before he pressed them to my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. “Perfect? Love, you have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
He tilted my head slightly, his mouth finding mine in a kiss that was deep, claiming, and full of everything he couldn’t put into words. As his tongue tangled with mine, his hips moved faster, his body grinding against mine in a way that had my toes curling.
“You’re mine,” he whispered against my lips.
“You’ve always been mine,” I mewled.
A wicked smirk took over his lips as he shifted, gripping my thighs and spreading me wider beneath him. “Say that again,” he commanded, his pace quickening, his cock hitting so deep it made me see stars.
“I’m yours,” I gasped, clutching his shoulders as he pinned me in place. “This body is yours. This pussy is yours. Take it, Ollie. Take all of it.”
He paused for a moment, his chest heaving as he gazed down at me, his expression unreadable. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” His thumb brushed against my cheek, his eyes softening as he searched mine.
“Ruin me. I want to feel you for days.”
He slid his hands up my thighs, driving into me with relentless precision. His cock dragged against every sensitive spot, the friction almost too much, his thumb finding my clit and circling it with barely enough pressure.
“You’re incredible. Everything about you .
. . the way you feel, the way you look at me, the way you trust me.
Fuck, Nova, you’re everything.” He trailed his lips down to capture my nipple, sucking hard before his teeth grazed the sensitive peak.
“Dripping all over me, begging for more. You like being fucked like this, don’t you? ”
“Yes,” I cried out, my back arching as the pleasure built, blinding and overwhelming. “God, yes. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”
He chuckled darkly, his mouth releasing my nipple with a wet pop before he kissed his way to my neck. “I’m not stopping until you’re screaming my name, until this body is shaking under me.”
Tears slipped from the corners of my eyes, and he kissed them away, his movements never faltering. He slid his hands under my thighs, lifting my hips slightly to change the angle, and I cried out as he hit a spot that made my entire body tremble.
“Fuck,” I whimpered, tangling my hands in his hair, tugging hard as his pace grew rougher. “You feel so good. So fucking big. I can’t—I can’t get enough of you.”
He brought his hand between us, his thumb finding my clit and circling it with enough pressure to send my pleasure spiraling. “Let go for me,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. “I want to feel you. I want all of you.”
“Ollie,” I cried. “Fuck. Ollie.”
I shattered. My vision blurred as I screamed his name, my body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure crashed through me.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his voice rough as his own release hit, his cock pulsing inside me as he buried himself to the hilt. “Fuck, Nova. You’re perfect.”
He collapsed against me, his breath hot and uneven against my neck, his body still pressed firmly to mine as the aftershocks rippled through both of us.
He pulled out slowly, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he wrapped those big, wide arms around me, cradling me close. It was impossible not to notice how perfectly I fit inside them, like they were built for this—for holding me, anchoring me.
“I’m sorry I got you so dirty after your bath.”
His warmth, the safety of his embrace, and the raw intensity of everything we’d shared hit me all at once. It was too much and before I could stop myself, the tears came.
I turned into him, pressing my face against his chest as the sobs racked my body. He didn’t say a word. He held me and stroked slow circles along my back as I let it all out.
The emotions poured out of me—every fear, every insecurity, every moment I’d carried alone for far too long. And he stayed.