25. Chapter 25 #3
Not giving one damn that I can taste myself on his tongue, I cradle his face in my hands and kiss the limited amount of air he has left. With my legs wrapped around him, I arch myself up against him.
As time passed, we moved further up the bed, my head resting on his pillow, his lips still on mine, the more clothing between us creating a barrier as he slipped on a condom, one-handed.
I groan during the kiss, as my eyes drop to the sight of him. Undeniably impressive in more ways than one, but I need a better look. Reaching down to touch him, yearning for an idea of what’s about to be inside me, but Oliver grabs my wrist.
“No touching,” He warns, breaking the kiss to scold me. I pout in response.
“Your only job is to come and sing my praises.” He adds, fisting his cock with one hand, and uses the other to tuck a strand of my curls behind my ear. Then he tugs my bottom lip with his teeth.
I nod in agreement, letting him know that I’m ready. Locking my arms around his neck, watching him raise his hips to line himself up, when Oliver closes his eyes. At first, I think it’s because he’s trying not to come before we get anywhere, judging from past experiences.
But I don’t think that’s the case when he opens his eyes again, seeping with excitement as Oliver guides himself in a few inches inside me. It’s my turn to snap my eyes closed, my body tenses, and he hisses in response to the tight entry despite the excess amount of my natural lubricant.
“Luna,” Oliver calls softly; he is still waiting for me to open my eyes.
“Luna, look at me.” He asks, not in a demanding way but sincerely, laced with concern. When I count to three and open my eyes, there it is. The thing I was trying to hide, he depicted in seconds.
How scared I was, and although I wanted this, I also wished for it to be over quickly.
“Do you want t-”
“No,” I reply, shaking my head.
His hand moves to cup my jaw, it being so large that his fingers reach around to hold the back of my neck.
“Okay, then you gotta relax, baby. Otherwise, it’ll hurt more.” He suggests softly, using a tone I didn’t know was possible in the Oliver Walter handbook, but there is a pounding in my chest telling me to trust the man hovering over me, and so I do.
Letting him take the lead, he guides me into a gentle kiss, and my body starts to relax as he starts to nudge his way in again. I don’t remember very much about losing my virginity other than how badly it hurt, along with the one or two times after that.
That, compared to this, just makes me realise how badly I was mistreated by the opposite sex before this. Oliver is far bigger than Greg, and with more girth too, and yet? It didn’t hurt half as much the last time.
“You’re everything I knew you’d be, Luna.” He moans against my lips, rare but beautiful music to my ears as I tug on Oliver’s hair, wanting him closer to me.
“Do you trust me?” He whispers, still inching his way in, but completely lost in my eyes.
“Yes,” I reply against his lips, as he uses one arm to tuck me against his shoulder and the other to clutch the chub of my waist, then buries the remainder of his length into my core.
I scream, sinking my teeth into his shoulder.
Oliver groans in pleasure, nuzzling his nose in my hair and letting me work through adjusting to his size.
“That’s my girl.” He purrs, buried inside me, and showers my neck with kisses.
A shudder arises from my lungs as he pulls out slowly, then roughly back in. I’m no longer holding onto fear, and the pain I felt seconds ago now turns to pleasure, rough yet unmatchable pleasure. Oliver steadily finds a rhythm. Bracing his forearms beside my head, rocking his hips back and forth.
“God, you’re so tight, perfect. Just like I thought you’d be.” Oliver moans against my lips.
“Tell me you feel good, too?” He breathes out, deepening his strokes, gyrating his pelvis to stroke against my clit.
“I-It’s nice to know your ego m-matches your dick size.” I blurt without thinking.
Suddenly, a sound fills the room - music to my ears - erupts from deep inside Oliver, and his head collapses in my chest, and his body vibrates so harshly that mine follows in pursuit.
Laughter.
That’s what it was: Oliver is laughing. Full-blown laughter that made his chest shake, one that sounded as if it hadn’t been let out in ages.
I finally got to hear what his laugh sounds like, and it took having sex with him to do it.
But I’d do it again and again if it meant I could never stop hearing it.
Hearing Oliver Walter’s laugh was by far the sexiest thing he’d done so far, considering this room was drowning in firsts.
I stand by my statement.
“Just for that, il mio tutto? I’ll let you come one more time before I call it quits.” He smirks, acting as if he didn’t just burst into laughter due to my sass.
But he follows through nevertheless, draping one of my legs to hang over his shoulder, then rests his hand above my head to protect me from hitting his headboard, when he rams into me with a newfound speed, unleashing a whole bank’s worth of screams I didn’t even know I had in me.