Chapter 37 #2
I’ve reached for my jeans without thinking about it. It just happens, and once I’ve unzipped the fly and pushed them down so that there’s nothing but my black boxers, which can’t contend with how hard I am, I feel vulnerable and powerful at the same time.
Why is it that wearing nothing but an outsized T-shirt makes women look so hot? By contrast, in my white T-shirt and underwear, I feel like an elementary-school kid at a slumber party. Olive begs to differ, though—she seems anything but amused by the sight of me.
“Come here,” she orders, and her voice trembles slightly. I do as she wants, no longer thinking. “Sit on the bed,” she says, and my brain switches off completely. I had no idea that her bossing me around would turn me on. “Now look me in the eyes.”
For a brief moment, I’m scared she’ll take off her T-shirt, and I feel like a failure.
But she steps between my legs and forces me to lift my chin.
Her thigh is only an inch from my erection, and I fight back the urge to scootch forward and rub against her.
And then I forget everything as she runs her cool hands over my forearms and under my sleeves.
She’s kissing me, more gently than before, almost soothingly.
My hands reach for her, I find her, hold her, pull her closer. We groan together as her hips meet my hard-on. There’s much less annoying clothing between us than only a short while ago, and the idea that it could soon be gone entirely makes me feel nothing but a thrill of anticipation.
“Oh, shit.” She digs her fingers into my hair and moves her hips against me. “Shit, Colin.”
Yeah, shit. I feel my balls clench and breathe in her sweet scent. Deeply. I need to taste her. Her mouth, her breasts, her belly, and the throbbing core that she’s pressing against me. I have to, right now, or I’ll die.
I lay my hands on her hips, ready to pull her to me, but Olive acts first. She leans over me with a hunger that makes me gasp as she kisses me.
She kisses me. She sets the pace, she knows what she wants, and I’d do anything to give it to her.
As she puts her hand around me, I get so hard it hurts.
She’s gentle, and then she isn’t—a perfect mix that drives me insane.
There are still these useless boxers between my skin and her skillful fingers, but I almost forget that as some kind of animal instinct comes over me and I thrust into her palm.
Olive smiles her impish smile, the one I’d die for. “Patience, darling.”
She’s got nerve. And I’m all out of patience. I mean, all out.
“Olive.” I groan, and she moves back. I want to grab her and pull her to me, but she’s already lowering herself onto me. And it’s better than in my wildest dreams.
I have to throw back my head. Bite my lips and put my hands on her hips to guide her, as if the beat with which she’s rubbing her pounding heat against me wasn’t pure perfection already.
Her legs are left and right of me, her knees are bent, her thighs spread. I push up, against her, and Olive groans my name.
Enough is enough. I need her naked and beautiful beneath me.
I shut my eyes as Olive runs both hands over my belly to my groin.
Her hair’s almost dry and tumbling in soft waves over her shoulders.
And God, she’s the most beautiful person in the world.
She’s a work of art, with challenging green eyes and a mouth that’s red from kissing.
She slides her hands back up over my chest and leans over my face until her hair falls onto the pillow beside my head, like a curtain of black silk.
“Hi,” she whispers as her face moves right over mine.
“Hi, Livy.”
“I’m going to undress now,” she says in her honey voice. “Is that OK or will you freak out again?”
“I don’t think so.” My voice is raw. “But if I feel like it might happen, I’ll let you know.”
“I’d be most grateful.”
I nod, because my mouth is suddenly too dry to speak.
I lie under her and force myself to keep breathing normally as Olive straightens up.
And then she pulls the T-shirt over her head.
One single, fluid movement, her curved hips, her soft skin.
Her perfect breasts, which fit into my large hands, and .
. . I look at her. The scars that cross her shoulder are part of her, just like her little nose and her dark-brown hair.
My heart is beating fast, but it was doing that already.
Olive stays poised over me. I know that she’s waiting for a reaction from me.
The right reaction. I could say something, some dumb cliché, something that nobody needs to tell her.
You’re beautiful. Yes, she is, but right now it wouldn’t be a compliment, just a desperate attempt to act like her body isn’t marked.
You’re beautiful even with those scars. I’d never say that to her.
I have to show her in my own way. So I get started.
She gets goose bumps as I lay both hands on her bare thighs and run them upward. Until I can put them around her hips. A surprised squeak escapes her as I hurriedly turn on my side, pulling her with me. Until she’s under me.
She’s breathing hard, her chest rises, her lips are slightly parted.
She looks at me and breathes faster still as I bring my lips down to her bare skin.
She sighs and digs her fingers into my shoulders, so I keep going.
I kiss her, lick her, with no hurry. I want her to enjoy it, and she does as I explore my way from her belly button to her breast. Her legs tremble as I get there.
“Colin.” She sighs. I feel dizzy at the pleading note in her voice. I’m so hard as she writhes beneath me, making sounds that could bring me to a climax on their own. But I have to get myself together a bit.
I slow down as I run my tongue over her right breast. Up to her collarbone. And then I feel her tense, almost imperceptibly.
I lift my head and catch her eyes, scan her face, searching for the tiniest hint that this could be too much for her right now, but all I see are her widened pupils and the delicate flush to her cheeks. “Tell me if I should stop.”
“Don’t stop.” Her voice almost overwhelms me. “Don’t stop, Colin.”
She tightens her grip on my sides, so I don’t stop. I close my eyes as I run my mouth over her shoulder. Not because I don’t want to see it, but to feel her. Her scars, which are a bit smoother and firmer than the rest of her skin. I kiss every inch of her body and I take my time with it.
The sounds she’s making are a mix of sobs and whimpers. They meet something deep down inside me, make me want to tell her things. Things that are true.
“Livy,” I whisper. Her hands feel for me. I look up.
“Please, Colin.” Her voice trembles, and whatever was holding me back, it now breaks.
I bend over her and kiss her. I press her into the mattress with my whole weight, carefully enough not to hurt her, but still letting her feel my body. She digs her hands into my hair and pulls me closer.
“Have sex with me, Livy,” I whisper to her. The shiver that runs through her body transfers to mine. She pauses to look at me, then one thing leads to another.
She rolls onto her side to fetch a condom while I take off my boxer shorts. I feel her gaze as I hastily lower my basal rate.
“I’m just getting ready,” I explain. “For the next hour, you can do whatever you want to me.”
Her eyes darken slightly. “You always were too big for your boots, Colin Fantino.”
“Please.” I give an offended huff that she doesn’t trust me to last very long, but I’m already fighting myself as she kneels over me and presses herself to me, almost before I’ve slipped on the condom.
“God, Livy . . .” My voice shakes, my balls contract as she sinks down onto me.
And then I’m inside her. We’re both holding our breath, then she inhales, I exhale, and then she tilts her hips and lets herself sink slightly deeper onto me.
I can’t hold out any longer, and at the same moment, I’m thrusting, not gently and carefully, but for real.
She throws her head back, arches her spine, and Lord, it hits me.
This isn’t just sex, it’s more than that.
It’s real, it’s Livy’s stunning body over mine, trembling and shaking, her perfect face, her closed eyes, her open cherry lips, and I have no chance.
I’m lost as she runs both hands down my chest, throws back her hair, and gasps with a sound that kills me.
My abs tense, I groan—I never normally groan, but with Livy everything’s different. It’s perfect. We speed up, harder, greedy and desperate. One thrust, one last thrust, her name, leaving my lips, and then I feel her twitch as she contracts around me.
Her body slumps onto mine and relaxes, just as mine does. She falls into my arms, I pull her to me, feel her heat, her breath, which is coming in gasps, and I’m proud that I did that. Me alone. And I want to do it for her countless more times.
“God, Colin,” she breathes, her cheek lying on my chest, once I’ve pulled out of her. “Stop grinning like that.”
“Why?”
She lifts her head, but I’ve fucked all the strength out of her, so she has to sink down again right away.
“Didn’t you like it?”
I feel the soft laugh that runs through her. “I’m not answering that question.”
“No problem. Your body did it for you.”
She lifts her chin, and I lower mine, so that we can look at each other.
“There’s no one like you.” Her voice is serious now. “No one.”
And I understand. It’s her version of I love you. I stroke her temple with my lips.
“Just don’t say anything naff.”
I can’t help grinning. “Never, babe.”
She loves these nicknames, though she’d never admit it. Olive Garden, Livy, Henderson. I’ll come up with more, no problem. Because we have time. We have so much time.