44. Chapter 44 #3
It doesn’t take long for my dress to hitch at my hips from the way Oliver rolls his hips against mine. The image of attire is still on my mind; with every laugh, his grip on me gets tighter. He was determined to be the centre of thoughts.
In the midst of caressing my chest, his grip on my thigh tears a ladder in my tights; the same moment I can feel the approach of my orgasm, and I get it - no more teasing.
“Oliver, please.” I shudder, sucking in breath when he pokes his finger into the tear, to feel my skin, making the ladder longer. I was beyond soaked now and knew it too.
“Please, what?” he prompts, teasing my nipples through my dress.
“P-please just let me c-come.” I plead.
“Then, stop laughing at me,” he commands softly, tickling my neck with his nose. I open my eyes to look at him, and the laughter is back.
“I c-can’t.” releasing a mixture of a laugh and a moan when Oliver pushes back on his knees, taking his weight off me.
“Fine.” His eyes locked with mine as he let a wandering finger slide over the damp patch in my panties. Teasing my clit with the friction, making my legs shiver, I watch his gaze grow darker at the sight.
God, I missed that look.
“Then, I’ll make you.” A tearing sound fills the room; my head lifts to see Oliver ripping a large hole in my tights, seeking the view of my burgundy red thong.
“Oliver!” I yell, pissed at him, but he ignores me and continues to toss shards of nude fabric into the air. I drop my head back to mourn the loss of my favourite pair of tights, when I hadn’t noticed Oliver was now settled between my legs, until he takes his first lick against the laced fabric.
“Fuck.” I whimper, revelling in how much I missed his tongue.
“Don’t worry, I’ll buy you new ones,” he chuckles, coming back up to yank my dress over my head.
“What, so you can destroy those, too?” I glare, rolling my eyes at him, to which he smirks deviously.
“Yes,” he growls, lining up my thighs to his length against his stomach. I moan, resetting my arms on his shoulders. Oliver shuffles us up higher on the bed till my head is resting on his pillow.
“What do you want first, baby?” he asks, rubbing his nose against mine, while his hands try to imprint themselves into my skin.
“Everything.” I gasp, pulling him forward to kiss him with all my might.
But he still wasn’t close enough. Even if I could crawl inside him, it wouldn’t be enough.
Oliver being here right now, dressed the way he was, was more than enough to earn a second chance at my heart, so long as he continued to deliver.
The weight of his body against mine crushed me with pleasure, as his tongue slid in my mouth. Fully aware of the upcoming hours of ecstasy I was about to receive, and if they were anything like I remembered, I couldn’t wait to get started.
“Show me how much you missed me.” I pant, breaking our heated kiss to press my fingers over his shoulder and into the creases of his biceps.
“Gladly, given you scream how much you missed me, in return,” he rasps out, leaning his body weight against me just how I liked it, letting the orgasms begin. Unlike the other times Oliver and I had sex, this time was different. Instead of trying to beat his orgasm record (the record was seven).
This time, it was as if Oliver was a different person; instead of being his usual impatient self that wanted inside me as soon as possible, this version of Oliver took his time.
He kissed me like he had all the time in the world, nipped my neck like I was a fine delicacy in need of being savoured, the way he lined himself up at my entrance with such patience, soaking in every curve my mid-sized body had to offer, made me quiver.
His undivided attention towards me made me itch with the need to return the favour, but when I tried to reach down, he snatched my wrists and pinned them above my head, letting out a dark rumble from his chest.
“If you want my cock inside you, then you’ll be a good girl and wait; do I make myself clear?” He declares, with a look so hungry, so full of lust, I nearly came at the sight. Nibbling on my bottom lip and nod in agreement as he leans down to kiss me softly.
“Good girl,” he murmurs against my lips.
Lined up and ready to go, yet Oliver holds off. Taking his time to coat himself in the slick of me. I impatiently arch my hips to feel the tip; anything but the hand holding his shaft halts my movements.
I whimper in protest; my body was accustomed to the way old Oliver used to fuck, now he was switching the tempo, which just made me ache more.
Okay, well…maybe that wasn’t the only reason.
There had been no one since him, and though my trusty companion Bolt does well, nothing compares to the horsepower between this man’s legs.
“Easy, baby. I’ve waited months for this; let me enjoy it a little longer,” he teases.