Chapter 33
The room is softy lit by the bedside lamps, and she lies on her back.
I don’t know where to touch first. I can’t choose.
The need for Olívia makes me want to take her in every possible way. It’s almost agonizing. I need her to feel me all over her body, to have no part of her where we don’t create memories.
She’s warm in my hand, feverish, wet.
Her eyes open, watching, allowing.
“Open your legs for me. Let me see you.”
“I want your body on mine, Guillermo. You said I’m yours. Prove it.”
Olívia burns on my fingers, and finally, I allow her hands on me without any clothes in the way.
They reach the sides of my boxers, pulling them down with unsettling familiarity.
Other times I feared that if I felt her, I wouldn’t be able to stop.
The moment she touches me, it’s as if my body recognizes her touch.
“Move your hand.” I look down, fascinated, as she begins to masturbate me very slowly.
“Like this?”
I close my eyes for a moment. The caveman I keep hidden is driven mad realizing she’s doing this for the first time.
With my hand behind her back, I lift her to kiss her while she strokes me, and intuitively she tightens her grip a bit more on my cock, as if she knows exactly what I need.
To my surprise, she pushes me onto the bed, reversing our positions.
She pulls my underwear all the way down, and then we’re both naked. A man and a woman without any barriers between them, captivated and eager for each other.
She kneels, one thigh on each side of my body, and her hand resumes stroking me in a slow up-and-down motion.
I watch everything, mesmerized.
“What do you want me to do?” she asks.
I hold her breasts, putting them on each side of my cock. I squeeze them right there, and I almost groan when my naughty girl smiles and, moving my hands away, does it herself.
“You like my breasts. Have you fantasized about this? Desired to feel me like this?”
“Since the first time I saw you.”
“Do you know what I imagined on that first day in your kitchen?”
I can hardly breathe. “No,” I force myself to answer.
“I’ve never been intimate with a guy, but I’ve read a lot of books. I want to try something.”
“What, Olívia?”
She lifts her face to look at me and then closes her lips around the head of my cock.
I’m in a fucking conflict between closing my eyes to enjoy the sensation of her warm lips or watching her suck me, but when her mouth starts to slide, I know I can’t miss that.
“Use your tongue to lick me while your mouth descends on my cock.”
She gives a shy smile. Her curious hand working on my sex, running along the entire length, she opens her mouth wider, taking me in, trying to take me deep into her throat.
Seconds later, I know I have to stop her or we’ll finish before I get what I want.
Without giving her a chance to protest, I turn her, lying on top of her body, making her widen her thighs for me. It’s a tight fit because she’s petite.
“I was enjoying that.”
“Next time. Now I need you, beautiful.”
I rub my fingers against her opening, and she’s dripping wet.
My naughty girl got turned on by sucking me.
I circle my thumb on her hard clit as I insert my middle finger into her, going deeper and deeper. When I feel her contract, I don’t stop, attentive to the pleasure on her face, even though her virgin sex protests the invasion.
As soon as I sense she’s more relaxed, I replace my finger with my hard erection. I just need to touch the head of my cock to her to know that’s where I want to be—in the delicious warmth of my Olívia.
Impatiently, she lifts her legs, enveloping my waist, and I let myself slide farther, held in her tight grip.
She pulls me by the shoulders, silently asking for me. I kiss her, but then I pull back. I need to look at her when I make her mine. I push a little more, and she tenses under my body.
“Too much?”
“No. Don’t stop.”
I’ve reached my limit, and taking her mouth in a hungry kiss, I bury myself completely inside her.
Her nails dig into my butt, her face a mixture of surprise and pain. I lower and latch onto her nipple with my lips, sucking, circling my tongue on the hardened button.
I move, and her body undulates with mine, starting to match my rhythm. In no time, we find a perfect choreography. Our moans blend until the lines between possessor and possessed blur and the demanding urgency of our accelerated bodies loses itself in its own rhythm.
I caress her clit, feeling that I’m very close to climaxing.
“More, Guillermo.”
“Jesus Christ, Olívia.”
The sounds of flesh hitting flesh every time I enter her steal any rationality. At that moment, I’m just a male fucking his female.
“Look at me,” I demand, lightly pinching her clit.
“Anything you command. Just don’t stop.”
“This won’t end. It can’t end.”
Her eyes open at the exact moment she comes, and when she tightens around me, it’s the trigger for me to release inside her.
I’ve decided I’m going to sleep here.
I’m not ready to leave her.
It’s already late into the night, and I know my daughter is safe with her uncle, so I want to hold Olívia in my arms a little while longer.
After the first time we had sex, I realized we didn’t use condoms. I have to admit, I felt embarrassed. I’m the experienced one between us two, and I should’ve protected her.
It’s never happened before. I’ve never gotten so lost in a woman that I forgot to use protection.
Even though I knew it would be awkward, I had to ask, and it was with a mix of relief and something I couldn’t identify that I heard her say she’d been taking the pill for more than two years to regulate her menstruation.
She’s limp and relaxed now, even though her energy is boundless.
“Come back home with me tomorrow.”
We’ve had sex several times, and it doesn’t seem to be enough. I want to spend the next night with her but at home.
What I intuited about Olívia doesn’t even come close to the truth. She’s a delight. Curious, thirsty, willing. A total turn-on. She’s uninhibited, eager to learn, and gives me everything I demand.
I can’t see this crazy desire I feel for her diminishing in the near future. I don’t know if I want it to.
“Don’t you think we might be confusing things?”
“In what way?”
She lifts her head to look at me, already seeming fully awake. “I’d prefer to establish that we’re just spending time together rather than creating fantasies in my head.”
I know what she’s saying, and her maturity surprises the hell out of me.
I remember our conversation about the book she’s read twenty-seven times.
I remember everything she’s told me.
The part about starting as sensibility and then having to become sense.
“Don’t overthink it. Never change who you are. Don’t let the fucked-up world we live in dull your colors, Olívia.”
“And what if I get hurt?”
“There’s no guarantee against that, but I need you to know I’m not just messing around with you. I want to be here, and right now, I’m not thinking about leaving.”
“And the conversation you mentioned?”
“What about it?” The last thing I want right now is to bring up the past.
“Isn’t that conversation going to be about the rules of our relationship?”
I spin her in my arms, pinning her beneath me. “You’re fixated on rules.”
She smiles. “No rules, then?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I don’t share, Olívia.”
She looks surprised, but it doesn’t last long. “Were you jealous of Logan?”
“You went out with Wolverine?”
She tries to keep a serious face but fails, smiling mischievously. Then she spreads her legs to accommodate me. “Who would’ve thought my CEO would be jealous.”
The tip of my cock is nestled at her entrance, and I start to move slowly. I bite her jaw, and she moans, grinding her hips beneath me. “Do we have a deal?”
“A deal?” She’s already completely overtaken by lust—not that I’m in much better shape.
“About just us two.”
“I’ve never been intimate with anyone before you. You had first-hand confirmation of that a few hours ago. Why would I want to let someone else touch me now that we’re together?”
Her words cause a tsunami in my mind.
There’s no order in my thoughts, but some points stand out, even if they make me a bastard.
No one before me.
We’re together.
Why would she let anyone else touch her?
I slide all the way inside her, and when her tight, wet sex grips me, I groan. “Are you sore?”
“A little, but if you stop, I’ll kill you.”
I pull almost all the way out and then thrust hard into her.
I howl with lust, and she screams, “Harder. I can take it.”
“Fuck, Olívia!” I brace my elbows on the bed and increase the pace. I play with her clit, and feverishly, she murmurs requests and orders until she bites my shoulder and climaxes.
I’m far from finished.
I spin us around, making her straddle me. “Ride me. I want to see those beautiful tits bouncing while you take my cock.”
My clenched hands manage to encircle her slim waist. I pull her down and thrust up, making her take me deeply into her body.
She rides, circling her hips, and throws her head back.
I’ll never forget this scene. It’s like destiny mocking me.
The woman I shouldn’t even consider making mine is all I desire the most.
“I’m going to come again.”
“Yes, you are. And I’m going to fill you up so well, Olívia. I want every part of your body filled by me. There won’t be a place where my cock and tongue won’t be.”
“Guillermo . . .”
She trembles, and pulling her by the shoulders, I bring her mouth to mine and let my tongue devour her with the same hunger my cock does.
One, two, three times, until there’s not a single drop of me that isn’t inside her body.