15. Kassie #4
I moaned as he took my mouth again, moving his hips and grinding against me.
We kissed endlessly, locked in each other’s arms. Nothing was rushed or hurried.
Piece by piece, clothing was discarded, Oliver kissing and relearning me with every inch of flesh uncovered.
I felt worshipped. He murmured his adoration into my skin.
He cupped my breasts, teasing the nipples with his mouth until I begged him for more.
I glided my hands along his back, up his neck, and anchored them in his hair, tugging the strands and bringing him back to my mouth.
He dipped his fingers under the waistband of my leggings, tugging them off my body, then gazing down at me.
“My God, you are beautiful. You always were, but now, Kassie… Words fail me. You are perfection.”
I would have laughed if someone else had said that to me.
But Oliver’s eyes blazed with honesty. His stare alone told me the truth.
His body said the rest, his desire evident.
I sat up, pulling his mouth back to mine, reaching between us to stroke his erection.
He groaned into my mouth as I ran my fingers along his length, encircling the thick shaft.
He had always been girthy, heavy in my hand, the end curving slightly.
I pushed his chest, and he fell back, watching me with wide eyes, his chest heaving as I bent, sliding him into my mouth.
He hissed in pleasure as I licked him, tracing the thick vein that ran along the underside with my tongue, then sucking him back into my mouth.
“Jesus,” he panted.
“No,” I mumbled. “Kassie.”
He only groaned as I cupped his balls, swallowing him deeper. He arched his back. “You were always so good. Ah. Fuck. Yes. Kassie, baby. Yes.”
I bobbed my head, taking him down my throat. He had taught me years ago what he liked.
And I had a good memory.
He wove his hands into my hair but didn’t tug or pull. He praised and groaned. Begged. Then he pleaded for me to stop.
“I want to be inside you.”
I sat back, and he rose, cupping the back of my head and bringing me to his face, kissing and licking deep into my mouth as he lowered me to the mattress. He slid his fingers to my aching center, making me whimper as he played with me.
“So wet, Kassie. Did sucking my cock make you this wet?”
I could only groan as he slid a finger deep inside me.
“You always liked to suck my cock. Almost as much as I liked having you suck it. Such a good girl.”
I gasped as he added another finger, moving them slowly, drawing out my pleasure. He used his thumb to draw tight circles on my clit, and I grabbed his arm, crying out his name.
“Oliver, please.”
“Please what, lovely? Tell me what you want.”
“You. I want you.”
He chuckled low and deep in his chest. “You’ll have me. I’m going to bury myself deep into this tight little pussy of yours. And I’m going to take my time making you mine again.”
“Yes,” I cried out, feeling an orgasm bearing down on me. He began to move his fingers faster, pressing my clit harder.
“That’s it, baby. Let yourself go. Fly for me.”
I cried out as my release hit me, the flood of pleasure cascading over my body.
Every inch of me was alive, throbbing, bursting with it.
Then Oliver moved between my legs, his erection nudging at my entrance.
More pleasure hit me as he slid inside, his cock filling me.
Completing me. He stilled, our gazes meeting.
Tenderness raged in his expression. Emotion filled his eyes.
“Kassie,” was all he said. But the one word spoke volumes.
He began to move. Slow, languid thrusts of his hips.
Deep, unhurried, our gazes never wavering.
Sweat broke out on his brow, and he bit his lip, looking sexy and tormented.
I pulled his face to mine, kissing him, stroking his arms, carefully wrapping my legs around his waist, drawing him closer.
He groaned, moving faster, but still gentle.
“Let go,” I whispered in his ear. “Take me.”
“Not hurting you,” he replied.
“You won’t. I’m okay.”
He slid his hand under my ass, lifting me and sitting up. The new angle was intense and perfect. I started shaking, whimpering his name as he drove himself deeper inside me, keeping all his weight off me as he chased his release.
He was a vision as he climaxed. The cords of his neck stood out. He gripped my hips, his body locking down, his voice guttural as he shouted my name. I clenched around him, his orgasm setting off mine, the pleasure soaking into me like liquid heat.
He stopped moving, opening his eyes, meeting mine. His expression was warm, gentle. Sated.
He slid from me, lying beside me and wrapping me in his arms. “Are you okay?”
I nuzzled into his chest. “Never better.”
“That was incredible,” he murmured, dropping kisses to my face.
“It was. Especially…” I let my voice trail off. “It was.”
“Especially what?” he asked.
“Well, I was a bit rusty.”
He chuckled. “Despite what you read in the papers, I don’t have a string of women making their way through my bed. It’s been well over a year for me.”
“Oh.”
He bent his arm, propping his head up on his palm. “How long for you, if I can ask?”
I cleared my throat. “A little longer than that.”
He lifted his eyebrow. “How much longer?”
I swallowed, unable to meet his eyes. “Twelve years.”