25. Chapter 25
LUNA
There is no room for regret in this room.
Only tenderness, passion, and relief. Oliver kisses me like the world depends on it.
Gentle but firm, making time feel as though it’s standing still.
My hands slide up to cradle Oliver’s face, and the kiss is soft but electric.
Leaving room for exploration of what each other wants most, though his experience doesn’t go unnoticed.
Oliver presses me against his bedroom door again, his body now flush against mine. His mouth explores mine like a man starved; he keeps a firm grip on the back of my thighs, which didn’t seem to struggle holding my weight at all, when he pulls up for air.
“God, the feel of you has haunted my dreams from the moment I first tasted your lips.” He reveals, catching his breath. His eyes never leave mine as he moves us backwards away from the door and towards the bed.
“Then maybe you shouldn’t have kept running away.” I retort, to which he tugs me higher on his hips and pinches my thigh, making me laugh as I cling my arms tighter around his neck and rest my forehead against his.
“Okay, okay, fine. Just don’t drop me.” I squeal, closing my eyes for a moment, then reopening them to see Oliver staring directly into my soul with something dark and challenging behind them.
“You think I’m going to drop you?” he asks, looking offended. I slip my lips between my teeth and shake my head. What happens next, well, I couldn’t have predicted it. A breathless scream rips from me, and suddenly the world is upside down as I bump my head into Oliver’s spine.
It takes several moments to realise Oliver detached me from his waist, tossed me in the air and over his shoulder without breaking a sweat. Now I was in direct view of his ass while trying to catch my breath.
“Don’t insult me; I’d never drop you,” he starts, soaking in the second squeal that leaves my lips when he tosses me onto the bed with a soft thud, making sure my wide-eyed gaze is locked on his before he adds. “Unless I want to,” his voice lower, huskier this time.
I lean back on his silk sheets, cheeks flushed and a daze smile.
Pushing up on my elbows to watch him unbutton and slowly remove his blazer and toss it somewhere I don’t care.
Then I trail my gaze down the crisp white shirt button by button as he reveals his bare chest to me.
But it doesn’t hold my attention for long; my gaze falls south, and there it was.
Impossible not to notice - the sheer size of him, providing a defined outline in his slacks, straining for release. A breath of anticipation leaves me as I slowly lift my gaze to meet his chocolate orbs.
Oliver’s gaze on me darkens, and he leans forward to yank the hem of my top up and toss it over my head and at the window.
He then slides himself between my legs and on top of me.
Guiding his hands down to explore every inch of my curves, His lips graze my jaw before kissing their way down my neck, where his assault begins, earning a soft moan from my throat.
“Wait.” I pant softly. His lips pause on my skin, but he doesn’t attempt to move.
“Do you regret your decision?” He asks, making my heart twist as I glance down to catch a flicker of fear in his eyes.
The kind that makes me want to bury him in my chest and never let go.
Then I wrap my legs around his hips and tug him closer, silently telling no, because my words don’t get out fast enough, and he lets out a sound that almost sounds like a chuckle.
“No.” I declare a second later, resting my arms around his neck and mumble.
“I…I was just going to say that I bruise easily, so if…if you’re gonna leave a mark, do it…lower.” A shiver trickles down my spine when he rumbles a short laugh still hidden in my neck, then lifts his head to look at me.
“Noted.” He nods, reaching back down to nip at my collarbone.
“Anything else I need to know?” he adds in a mock tone. I frown at his failure to understand my caution, but it quickly fades as he peppers kisses down to my breasts.
“U-um..I can get a little loud when it feels good.” I admit shamefully, flashing back to the last time I was intimate with someone, and he complained, saying I sounded like a goat bleating.
Cruel, I know. But I’d worked on myself since then and allowed myself to make as much noise as needed when I’m alone. I just hadn’t…worked on my courage when it came to being with someone else until now, which is why I brought it up.
Though regret hits the second the words slip out, and I turn away.
Certain I’ve broken whatever fragile spell formed between us.
When Oliver’s fingers curl under my chin, guiding me to look at him.
My breath catches - his frown is gone, replaced by a smile so unexpected, so devastatingly beautiful, it stops my heart cold.
Sweet baby Jesus, Oliver is smiling.
No…he’s grinning at me.
The way his eyes crinkle and the loose curl that hangs over his right brow, a contrast to his semi-neat hair, I can’t wait to run my fingers through. Combined with his naughty, yet innocent smile steals my breath away.
Now I know the answer as to why Oliver Walters never smiled. Why? Because he’d send people into cardiac arrest. The world wouldn’t recover. I, myself, can feel myself flatlining at the sight, lips parted.
“Is that a promise?” He asks, with a growl to his tone.
“What?” I mumble, still breathless from the most beautiful smile I’ve ever laid eyes on. Revealing where Theo got his smile, not from his parents, but from his brother. How dare he beam down at me, switching from Villain to Anti-hero, Loki style.
“Is that a promise? That you’ll be loud?” He repeats, raising his right brow, and I simply nod to please him, to keep that smile on his face for however long I can.
“Good,” he praises, leaning down to kiss me so sensually that it leaves me wanting more.
“Cause this room is soundproof, so I expect nothing less than screams, understood, il mio tutto?” he states, grazing his teeth along my earlobe. ‘il mio tutto.’ he called me that a while ago; no idea what language it was or what it means, but it sounds hot.
“I promise,” I whisper in agreement as he tugs me up to straddle his waist. The swift moment makes me laugh, pushing my hips to rest on his arousal.
The two of us taking each other in, me tackling his belt to free him from his slacks, and him analysing the quickest way to free my breasts out of my curve-cut bra. When I glance to see him frown.
“You’re wearing the wrong bra,” He teases, with a smirk, and the outlandish comment makes me laugh so hard, I snort.
Obviously, having sex tonight wasn’t a part of the plan; otherwise, I wouldn’t be wearing a worn-out pink bra covered in polar bears.
Though, despite his statement, his hands caress the folds of my hips and I trail my hands down his chest.
“We’re about to have sex, and that’s what you wanna throw in the air?” I retort, shaking my head, feeling him smile against my shoulder, slipping his hand around my back.
“I’m definitely tossing this in the air,” he declares, as my bra unclasps with the flick of his fingers and he sends the pink fabric flying.
I almost want to laugh again, but there’s no time when his finger flicks over my nipple.
The new sensation turns me into a moaning mess, from his delicate touch to the quick roll of his tongue.
My body is ready, hot and ready for him, something uncommon for me because unless I was alone, there was never time for oral; that clearly doesn’t seem to be the case for Oliver.
Though I can feel how desperately his cock wants out of its prison, he’s more focused on what I need first. If he keeps going at this pace, I’ll be coming first.
“You’re close to coming already?” He chuckles against my left bud, giving it a lick before moving to the right one. But I can’t figure out how he knows I’m about to…
“Answer me,” he adds firmly, nipping me impatiently, making me shudder in pleasure.
“I-I’m not used to this, okay? So I’m getting off a lot…faster.” I quietly mumble.
“You haven’t had your nipples sucked before?” He asks in disbelief, acting as if he doesn’t have my nipples between his teeth. I glance down at him.
“No, I haven’t really done the whole oral thing in general, unless I’m masturbating. But with two people? Sex is usually over by now.” I admit with a shrug.
“Tell me you’re joking,” he frowns, releasing my nipple to look at me better because it’s as though he can’t comprehend what I just admitted.
“No, I’m not.” I respond as he shifts me to sit back on his thighs. “What’s the big deal?” I add, and he raises his eyebrows in disbelief. How is it that almost having sex with Oliver Walters is the only way I’ve been able to pull more than one facial expression apart from a glare and a frown?
“Can we just forget it? Besides, we were in the middle of something!” I blurt, attempting to crawl back into his lap, but his grip on my hips prevents me from moving.
“No, I want answers first.” He states, his gaze piercing into mine, and it’s my turn to raise my eyebrows in disbelief.
“Let me get this straight: you want to talk about my lack of sexual experience instead of having actual sex,” I ask, the words sounding more ridiculous out loud.
“Yes. First question, no one has ever given you an orgasm?” He asks like I’m the crazy one. When I feel the prospect of having sex slip further and further away, I consider just lying to him, but I know he won’t buy it, so you know what? fuck it.
“No,” I answer.
“So, none of your ex-boyfriends went down on you, no oral at all? Not even just help you relax?” he questions, to which I shake my head.