Chapter 16
Oliver
Iwas tired of fighting my need for her. I was tired of pretending I hated her when, really, the person I hated was myself.
I’d been acting cold toward her once I learned how our two paths crossed. I knew that once she found out, she wouldn’t want anything to do with me, so I was saving her the regret. I just didn’t have the strength to tell her what the real problem was.
The plan was to keep her at arm’s length until I did.
Once the truth was out, I figured I’d let the chips fall where they may.
If she hated me and wanted to leave, at least she wouldn’t regret anything.
If she wanted to stay, then we could move forward with no secrets between us.
It was harder than I thought, though, and once we were both nearly naked in the shower together, I was too weak to keep fighting.
My eyes found hers, and I saw all the emotion brewing behind them. She needed me; she’d just been too afraid to say it.
My attention moved to her lips. They were dark pink from the cold and plump. I watched as she pulled the bottom one between her teeth. Her breathing had picked up.
I noticed the way her chest rose and fell. Her bra was padded, thick enough that the water didn’t make it transparent, but the cups pushed her tits together and held them high, giving the perfect curvature to her décolletage.
I took in more of her, her flat stomach and the way her ribs and hipbones slightly protruded beneath the skin. Her white panties had become transparent, allowing me to see the slit between her lips. My dick stood at attention in an instant, and I lunged for her.
The thing was, she lunged for me, too.
She practically jumped into my arms as our mouths crashed together.
My tongue pushed its way inside, and this time she didn’t hold back.
She opened willingly for me, her tongue finding mine and allowing them to dance together.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I had one hand on her ass, supporting her weight.
The other was unfastening her bra. One swift flick of my fingers had the hooks released from the eyelets.
She removed her bra and tossed it to the back of the shower.
I pressed her back to the wall, and that freed my hands to travel and explore.
I cupped her tits, kneading and squeezing them as we kissed. I pinched her nipples and then moved the pad of my thumbs across them over and over, making them harden and become sensitive.
I let one hand fall between us, teasing her clit from the outside of her panties. I ran my fingers up and down her slit to her center, feeling the way she was hot for me. I set her on her feet and pushed her panties down her hips.
“I’ve been dying to taste you since you crashed into my life, Amelia,” I whispered in her ear before nipping at the lobe. “Is that OK with you, baby?”
She was breathless and couldn’t find her words, so she nodded as her heavy breaths echoed in the shower stall.
I licked her neck and kissed my way to the swell of her breasts. I cupped them, squeezed them, as I sucked her nipple into my mouth. She immediately arched her back and let out a loud moan that made my cock twitch with excitement.
While my mouth was busy on her tits, my hand moved back between her legs. I rubbed against her clit before dipping lower to collect her arousal. I thrust my fingers into her heat, and her walls tightened around them.
Fuck, she was tight as hell.
I knew it wouldn’t take but a few seconds before I was making her come undone, and I wanted to taste her excitement. I released her nipple and moved down her body until I buried my face between her legs.
My tongue flicked back and forth across her clit while my fingers plunged in and out of her pussy. I sucked her clit, pushing her closer to the edge.
Opening my eyes, I looked up at her face. Her eyes were wide open, watching me. Her mouth was in the shape of an O. Her nipples were hard, and her chest was heaving. Every breath, every whimper, every moan was filling the shower around us, bouncing between the tiled walls and the glass door.
She laced her fingers into my hair and fisted it.
The pain felt good as I watched her enjoy every second of pleasure I delivered.
I wondered if her boyfriend had any idea what he was doing in bed because her body was so responsive to every little move I made.
It was like she was ready to come from the slightest touch.
After only a minute of me dropping to my knees before her, she was shattering.
Her pussy convulsed around my fingers with every wave of her orgasm.
Her entire body locked up, her breathing stopped, and so did her moans and pleas.
As suddenly as it hit, it weakened and eased off, allowing her to suck in a gasping breath as her body twitched.
I removed my fingers from her soaking wet pussy, but instead of pulling away completely, I ran my tongue to her opening and licked up her come that was escaping.
She quickly pulled me up to my feet by my hair, slamming her mouth against mine. I was about to turn off the water and carry her to bed, but I froze when she yanked my boxers down.
Her hand wrapped around my shaft, and she worked me from base to tip. An erratic breath escaped when she broke our kiss and fell to her knees.
Fuck, she was wild. I loved it.
I opened my eyes in time to see her wet her lips before moving my tip to her mouth. She didn’t ease into it. She pushed me to the back of her throat and sucked as she slid her way to my tip.
“Fuck,” I groaned, feeling my balls draw up in excitement. She cupped them as she worked me over.
When I looked down at her and our eyes locked, my orgasm started to build.
“Suck me harder, baby,” I rasped, jutting my cock deeper into her throat. She gagged and coughed on me, making me chuckle darkly. She was far too sweet and innocent for me. I knew this, yet I continued to fuck into her mouth anyway, desperate to feel her tongue against my dick.
I wanted to blow in her mouth and make her swallow all of me, but I wanted to come in her tight little pussy more, so I fisted her hair and pulled her up until my mouth captured hers.
I picked her up against me, turned off the water, and carried her, dripping wet, to bed.
I held her against me as I climbed up on the bed, laying her down as I covered her body with mine.
My hands found hers, and I lifted them up and pinned them above her head.
I held both of hers with one of mine, allowing me to reach between us and position myself at her entrance.
“If you don’t want this, I need to know now.” I trailed my tip from her opening to her clit, teasing us both
“Don’t stop,” she panted. “Ollie, please.”
Fuck, that’s all I needed to hear.
I rocked forward and slammed into her. She let out a moan just as I locked up.
She was so fucking tight around my dick, I’d never felt something more perfect.
We fit one another like we were two halves of a whole.
Her walls quivered around me as I gathered myself, afraid of blowing too early because of how good she felt.
How fucking hot, tight, and wet for me she was.
“Please, Ollie. Keep going. Don’t stop,” she cried beneath me. “Please. More.”
My eyes found hers, and seeing the way her blue rings had darkened like the depths of the ocean, I gathered my strength.
I slowly pulled out and thrusted back in.
She whimpered as she lifted her head to press her mouth to mine.
Our tongues tangled and danced, and the harder she kissed me, the faster I fucked her until she was shattering around me.
Her pussy tightened, and her nails dug into my hand as I fucked into her tiny body.
“Oh my god. Oh god. O-Ollie,” she choked out as she came.
And fuck did she come.
A squirter. My first.
Satisfaction rolled through me at the accomplishment.
Her body trembled beneath me as I continued to fuck her.
When she finally stopped shaking, I pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach.
I pulled her ass into the air, allowing her to find the strength to get her knees beneath her, then I thrusted into her from behind.
She rocked forward when I did, almost like she was trying to get away from me, but I wrapped her hair around my fist and pulled her back so her back was against my chest, my cock buried to the hilt.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I whispered in her ear before I nipped her. “Huh, Amelia? Tell me, baby.”
“God,” she gasped out. “N-Nowhere.”
“Nowhere?” I grasped her chin with my other hand. “Then why are you trying to get away from my cock?”
I turned her head and found her lips from over her shoulder.
I crushed my mouth against hers as best I could.
Our tongues danced as I thrusted deeper into her.
She gasped into my mouth, and I felt her pussy tighten around my dick.
I broke our kiss and poured all of my energy into fucking her until she was coming for me again.
Her body sagged, and I had to hold her against me as I continued to rut into her.
“Can you make me come?” I husked out into her ear. “Huh?”
“Y-Yes,” she cried out weakly.
I pushed her onto her hands and knees and pounded inside of her, my hands in a tight hold around her waist. She’d have bruises tomorrow, but I looked forward to seeing my marks on her creamy skin.
We hadn’t talked about whether she was on birth control or not. I wasn’t using a condom, so when I felt my release begin to build, I pushed it as close as I could before I pulled out.
I wrapped my hand around myself and jerked from base to tip until I was spilling myself onto her lower back.