CHAPTER 19 #3
I lean over him, caging him in with my arms, and kiss him again as deeply and intensely as I can. I bite his lower lip, sucking hard enough to make him shiver and moan. Then I trail kisses down his throat, over his collarbones, and down the center of his chest.
“Touch yourself,” I order him, and Oliver does what he’s told.
As he touches himself, I sprint into the living room where I left my jacket, grabbing an individual packet of lube and a condom I put there for situations exactly like this.
Good on you, you precautionary mofo!
I come back to the room, and he stares at me, his hand moving up and down, his glassy eyes locked on mine.
I do the same.
I touch myself while looking at this gorgeous angel of a man, thinking of everything I want to do to him… mapping his body, planning where to start, what to lick, where to bite… and it feels so damn hot.
After a minute or two of teasing each other, he lifts his free hand toward me, and I join him in bed.
I open the lube package and coat my fingers in the gel.
“Relax, mi cielo, and don’t think about anything else but me.”
“Just you,” he echoes breathlessly.
I kiss him, shoving my tongue past his lips at the exact same moment I press a finger inside him. He arches his back off the mattress, his hands fisting around the sheets as a moan escapes his lips.
I work him up, then add a second finger, stretching him open, pressing deeply against the bundle of nerves that makes his breath hitch.
I watch his face closely, making sure he’s okay with everything I’m doing.
And he is.
I add a third finger, pushing deep inside him, and Oliver’s eyes roll back. He throws his head against the pillows, his fingers twisting into the white sheets as he shivers.
“Damián! Fuck me now!”
I withdraw my hand, quickly tearing open the condom wrapper with my teeth and rolling it on. I lift him and flip him into position so he is on all fours, then move behind him. I push his back down toward the mattress so his body arches and his ass lifts closer to me.
Damn… he looks divine.
I grab his hips, position myself at his entrance, and push inside him in one smooth thrust. Oliver screams my name, his hands holding onto the headboard, and it takes every ounce of my willpower not to lose my mind entirely.
I stop moving, my muscles locking, forcing myself to hold perfectly still so his body can accept the intrusion.
“Am I hurting you?” I grit out, my jaw tight with the effort of holding back.
“I’m okay.” He shifts his hips, taking me deeper. “Do it harder… faster…”
I pull back and slam into him, hard… Just like my man asked, and wow. The sound of skin slapping against skin, his moans, and his tightness send shivers down my spine. I feel as if my entire body has caught on fire.
Once I am sure Oliver can take me, I withdraw almost entirely before burying myself to the hilt, over and over again.
Harder and harder each time.
Oliver’s arms give out, and his upper body drops toward the mattress as his strength fails. I grip his elbows and pull him backward, forcing his upper body to lift and his back to arch. I increase my pace, burying myself deeper and pushing him harder until his voice is nothing but incoherent moans.
The bed frame slams against the wall, keeping time with every thrust.
Fuck, I hope the room is insured…
I haul him up even further, pulling his back against my chest, and bury my face in his neck, anchoring him against me as I drive in and out of him.
“I’m close—” he gasps.
“Cum while I’m inside of you,” I growl, my own breathing ragged, and he shatters.
His body shakes, tightening around me so hard it pushes me right over the edge. I thrust hard one last time, pull out, and Oliver collapses against the mattress, trembling with aftershocks.
I strip the condom off and watch, completely hypnotized, as I cum all over his body. My body shivers as I slide my fingers over his skin, filled with a possessive need to rub myself against him, marking him with my scent just as I have marked him with my mouth.
Oliver turns around and reaches up, burying his fingers in my hair to pull my face down to his. We kiss desperately at first as we ride down our high, but then we just stay there, kissing, trailing our fingers lazily over each other’s bodies.
After a few minutes of touching each other, I carefully roll to the side, taking his weight with me so we stay tangled together.
“Cielo, we need to shower.”
“No…” he groans sleepily against my chest.
“You will regret it when everything dries,” I warn him, and he mumbles something I can’t even understand, so I give up.
I kiss his temple, slide out of bed, and go to the bathroom, where I wet a hand towel with warm water.
Coming back, I use the towel to clean his body, then mine, before sliding back to his side and pulling the covers over both of us.
I pull Oliver against my chest, wrapping my arms tightly around him. As he falls asleep peacefully in my arms, it feels like we are the only two people left in the world.
Because to me, he is my world. And I’m going to do everything to protect him.