Chapter 30 - Olivia #5
The sight of him—the breadth of his chest, the defined lines of his abdomen, the carved strength in every part of him—hits me with familiar force.
He’s gorgeous in a way that feels deliberate, as though every hour he’s ever spent training carved this body into a manifestation of the same relentlessness he applies to everything he wants. Including me.
His gaze drags over me again, darker this time. “Sometimes I look at you” he murmurs, “and it feels impossible that I get to have you. It’s almost too much.”
His thumb slips into the corner of my mouth, coaxing it open with a gentle pressure I yield to instantly.
And then—finally—he guides his cock past my lips.
I waste no time in sucking him, taking him as deep as I can go, swallowing against his crown as he brushes against the back of my throat.
“Oh, fuck me,” Nathaniel groans, his large hand sliding through my hair and resting on the back of my head. “Yes, baby, just like that.”
I brace my hands on his thighs, loving the hard feel of muscle under my hands.
The sound he makes as I run my tongue along his length has me clenching my thighs as my knees dig into the floor. So I do it again before I go back to the deep, long pulls that he likes, letting him fuck my throat.
Making Nathaniel fall apart is empowering. I may be on my knees and submitting to him, but I have never felt more in control.
Or maybe…I’ve always been the one in control. It’s so clear to me now that I’ve truly held his heart in the palm of my hand from the day our relationship began.
He only lets me go for another minute or two before he’s gripping my head with both his hands. “That’s enough baby.” He eases me off him with that same careful strength, his thumbs brushing my cheeks as his cock slips free from my mouth. “I want to come inside you.”
He guides me to my feet, steadying me as I rise.
“Show me your pussy,” he commands, eyes glued to the wet patch on my crotch.
I’m eager to obey, hooking my fingers under the edge of the white lace and pulling it to the side.
“Fuck,” he mutters, reverent in the way only he ever manages. “Your pussy is beautiful.”
His approval makes me feel invincible.
“Touch yourself,” he says. “Get yourself ready for me.”
My fingers move automatically, drawn to the place that aches most. He watches as I work my clit, his expression a mix of arousal and…pride. As if he’s witnessing me do something he’s known was inside me from the start.
“Now, put a finger inside that perfect cunt and show me how you want me to fuck you.”
A shiver rolls through me. I slip a finger inside and begin thrusting.
“Hmm,” he shakes his head. “Add another one.”
I comply, adding a second finger and then a third, for good measure. The fullness of it has me rocking into my hand with a whimper. My other hand reaches up to palm my breast, trying to find relief that doesn’t come close.
Nathaniel swears under his breath, and suddenly, he has me pinned against the floor-to-ceiling window. Ass cheeks pressed to the glass, I keep thrusting my fingers in my pussy.
The glass is polished and treated for privacy, a one-way view of Manhattan that hides us completely from the outside world. But even if it weren’t, even if the whole skyline could look in, a brazen part of me thrills at the idea of being claimed by him like this.
The thought only makes me wetter.
Nathaniel glides a single index finger up my inner thigh, gathering my arousal.
“You are so good, my sweet Olivia.” He hums his approval. Just as I think he’s going to slip that finger into his own mouth, he presses it into the seam of mine instead. “Have a taste of just how sweet you are.”
He guides his finger into my mouth and I swirl my tongue around it, licking myself off his skin. When he pulls his finger from my mouth, it’s with a lewd pop.
The next thing I know, Nathaniel flips me around, breasts pressed to the glass, palms braced against the cold surface.
His fingers toy with the lace at my hips. “It’s a shame,” he drawls, almost like he means it, “these are so damn pretty on you.”
Then—rip.
A startled breath escapes me as the seam splits cleanly between my ass cheeks and the ruined lace slips to the floor.
His hand slides over bare skin like a man claiming a prize. “Don’t worry, though.” Without warning, his palm lands on my ass in a smack. “I’ll buy you more.”
He rearranges my body till I’m arching my back. Then, I feel him notching the head of his cock at the entrance of my pussy and he’s just about to push himself inside when—
“Wait!” I cry out.
Nathaniel halts immediately. His hands tighten on my hips, protective and instantly alert.
I rush to speak before worry takes root. “I want you…” Reaching back, I fumble for him, my fingers brushing the hard, heated length of his cock. I guide him until he’s positioned at the place I’ve never offered anyone. “Here.”
His breath rips out of him in a rough, stunned exhale.
I don’t need to see his face to know what it means. He wants this.
And now, after everything that has unfolded between us, I want to give him this. This last first. The final part of myself I have left to yield to him, that I’ve never trusted anyone else to touch.
He doesn’t answer immediately. The silence stretches, thick with implication.
I straighten, turning my head enough to meet his gaze over my shoulder. His eyes are blown wide, ravenous yet afraid to misread me.
I offer a small, steady smile. “I trust you.”
My words undo him, easing the hard lines on his face.
“Thank you,” he whispers back, voice thick.
Then, he bends and presses a slow, reverent kiss between my shoulders, right over the line of my spine. “I’ll make this good for you,” he vows against my skin. “I promise.”
He guides me back into position, easing me forward until my palms meet the cool glass again. Back arched, hips tilted, my whole body open to him.
He takes one wrist and brings my hand between my thighs.
“Don’t stop touching yourself,” he instructs. His fingers press over mine, coaxing the first slow circle. “Keep going, baby.”
I nod breathlessly, quick to comply as I begin to stroke myself, setting a languid rhythm.
Then, he steps away.
For a heartbeat, I’m alone. Arched. Exposed. Manhattan sprawled beneath me on the other side of the glass.
Yet somehow, instead of self-consciousness, a sense of peace floods through me. Only with Nathaniel could I be this vulnerable and still feel so secure.
The realization makes my fingers move more surely, pleasure setting every nerve ending alight.
Soon, I hear footsteps approaching and the sound of a cap popping open. My pulse stutters in anticipation.
“We’re going to go as slow as you need, baby,” he murmurs against the base of my back. “I’ve got you.”
His fingers, now slick with lube and cool to the touch, circle the tight ring of muscle between my ass cheeks with exploratory strokes. My back arches further with the increased flood of sensation and stimulation.
“Oh my god, that’s—” My words disappear into a moan as a finger slips inside, gently applying pressure.
“You’d let me do anything, wouldn’t you?” He’s working me open with slow, deliberate strokes, readying me. “You trust me that much, don’t you?”
“Y-yes,” I stutter in reply.
He rewards me with a second finger. The stretch burns in a way that makes my thighs shake.
“I can’t wait to fuck you here,” Nathaniel admits, those fingers beginning to thrust now in slow, twisting motions that make my vision blur. “I’ve fantasized about it more times than I care to admit…being the first, and only, man to come inside you here.”
I give him a breathless smile over my shoulder. “Yes, please.”
“You’re perfect,” he breathes, pumping his fingers harder, sending frissons of delight scurrying across my skin. “The only woman for me.”
He reaches over and covers his hand over mine between my thighs. “Now be my good girl and keep playing with that pussy.”
Then the crown of him there. I feel the first pass of his tip against my entrance, a grazing pass with just light pressure.
“Breathe, baby,” he soothes as he makes another pass, pressing in this time against the prepared opening, then pulling back.
I’m tensing up and I don’t even know why. I want this, I know I do. And I want it with him. So I tell myself to relax, that I’m safe with Nathaniel and he always takes care of me.
On my next inhale, he’s pressing forward. The pressure blooms sharp and stretching, forcing a cry from my throat, and he immediately stills, hands tightening on my hips.
“Good girl. You’re doing so well.” He coaxes through clenched teeth as he gives me time to adjust.
“Oh god…” I gasp, squeezing my eyes shut.
He feels huge and demanding, and it’s only the fact that he’s told me to keep rubbing my clit that my body relaxes.
“You can take me, Olivia,” he says, being so gentle as he continues to push. “You were made for me.”
We both feel it the moment his thick head is past the ring of resistance, and he slowly works his way deeper. A shock runs through me. And then heat. Fullness. Sensation.
“Fuck,” I whisper, my fingers flying over my clit as I will myself to stay pliant for him even through the burn.
Nathaniel palms my ass cheeks, spreading them as far apart as they’ll go. His fingers trace the place where I’m stretched around his erection and he lets out a husky groan, clearly pleased by the sight.
Then, he slides all the way in and my mind empties completely. I’m whining, whimpering, incapable of focusing on anything except how much it hurts but then…it gives way to pleasure.