25. Chapter 25 #2
“I was only sexual with one of my exes, but no. He did go down on me, but it was awful, and I just wanted it over with, so I never asked it again.” I shrug as Oliver releases his grip on my hip to run his fingers through his auburn curls, and I use the opportunity to scoot closer and sit on top of him again, oddly feeling at ease with the weight of him beneath me.
“Oliver, look.” I huff when he doesn’t respond but gives me his attention.
“I have a lack of experience with sex; my ex was a selfish person, something I know now and don’t really want to get into right now.
Usually, I have to form a connection, so it takes me a while to get going-” I start, get interrupted by Oliver’s gaze that immediately drops to where I’m sitting on his clothed cock then we look up at each other.
“So, you haven’t experienced any form of real pleasure, ever?” he repeats, to which I let a huff of frustration and nod. Not because the question is true, but more to do with the man who’s responsible for my current sexual frustration.
“Why the hell do you care so much?” I snap, pushing his hands away from my body, but one flash of that perfect, cheeky smile of his and I’m a goner.
“Because I need to know everything your ex did wrong so that I can do everything right,” he reveals, hurling us up and tossing me back on the bed, my back hitting the sheets. Winding me in the process, all I can do is swallow the large lump in my throat.
And just like that, talking is over, and Oliver is making his way down my neck. Nipping low just like I asked, slipping his hand beneath my leggings. I don’t have time to question how he could go from 0 to 100 so quickly, as he wastes no more time diving towards the place I want him most.
The subtle brush of his fingers against the damp fabric makes me shudder.
Making me realise I’ve had a connection with Oliver all alone.
Granted, it was born on the fact I can’t stand this grump of a man, but in this moment, the way he teases my panties aside, there’s no one else I’d rather touch me.
I whimper softly as he confidently slides a finger inside me. Clinging to his shoulders, he pins me down using his thighs and brushes his lips against my ear.
“Let’s ruin other men for you, shall we?” he chuckles darkly, going back to marking my skin, skilfully pumping his digits into me.
I squirm and pant beneath him, and it’s as if it doesn’t faze him, making him greedy for more.
He works diligently to draw any and every sound that slips out of me.
Moving his fingers, playing my body like a piano, switching from teasing my clit with his thumb to adding another finger.
His skills know no bounds, and I can barely form words as my climax draws closer.
God, a man who knows just where to touch…he very well might just ruin me for other men. It only takes a few strokes, and the way he grazes over my jaw with his teeth makes me scream his name while I come beneath him.
My thighs tremble, and I race to catch my breath, expecting him to be done, but he isn’t. He kisses me softly and slows the pace of his fingers, helping me climb down from such a high, whereas I can’t fathom how he just made me come from two fingers…how will my vibrator compete now?
When I have better control of my breathing, I tip my head up to look at him. But what he does next is downright sinful, eyes locked with mine, lust glazes over them as he lifts his hand dripping with my slick and sucks them clean.
Fuck. I can’t look away.
“With the bloody smart mouth of yours, I knew you’d taste good.
” He hums, coating the last of me on his tongue, while I’m too stunned by what he just did.
Instead, with fingers now clean, I watch him sit back on his heels.
Shifting my hips and dragging my leggings and panties down in one go.
Discarding them over his shoulder, then lowers his head to plant kisses down my stomach to my belly button.
Pushing up on my elbows, I watch him curiously whilst he caresses my skin with his lips, basking in how good such a simple act feels.
I dip my head back in bliss. Is this what real sex is like?
All sensual and attentive? Would the next man I choose after Oliver do this?
Or is this just an Oliver Walters thing?
All the questions I ask myself when he notices my mind straying and nips at the dips of the cellulite in my thighs, running his tongue along the branches of my stretch marks that travel across my lower stomach.
His touch is soft, gentle as he creates a path of sensual kisses up the side of my hips.
Then nips his way back down, getting closer to where I ache for him.
Cruelly teasing me, letting me know that the tip of his chin could easily brush the bud swollen and yearning for his touch.
Either way, whether it’s a desperate whimper, a squeal or a breathless gasp, I don’t hold back any of them.
Having never been touched so tenderly before, I feel myself losing it. Oliver glances up at me, dragging my legs closer so I slip off my elbows, and my head hits the pillow. Letting out a giggle, I feel him wrap his arms under the back of my thighs and spread them open, exposing me to him.
“Now, I want those screams you promised, cause I deserve a reward for being the first to give you what no other man has,” he declares smugly, grinning like a supervillain, disappearing between my thighs.
I want to remark on his cocky statement, but the flick of his tongue silences me.
I raise my head; his lustful gaze burns into mine while his mouth works magic.
Holyshit.
Spicy romance books weren’t lying. Having someone devour you like this does make your eyes roll to the back of your head. The pure skill, the right pressure - I can barely cope, writhing with every stroke.
“Oh, god.” I cry out, tangling my hands in Oliver’s curls.
It’s very safe to say he’s getting his wish right about now. My responses are nothing shorter than screams when his tongue circles my entrance. fisting his curls so tightly, he grunts against me, encouraging him to double down, earning another rip from my chest.
Oliver shifts his grip, pulling my thighs closer; his nose brushes against my clit, and my hands prod into his scalp, wanting him to be so close, he might as well be inside me, and he was, at least his tongue was, exploring my walls, causing screams to erupt out of me.
“O-Oliver.” I shriek, reaching my second orgasm within minutes of the last. My thighs tremble on either side of his head, laps up the mess he caused, when I tug him up to kiss him.