Chapter 24 #2
“Oh, I would, and that just earned you another spanking, bringing the total to two. Lay down and let me have fun, or I’ll add another for arguing.”
I wanted to argue so badly just to see if he would follow through on his threat, but I was distracted when I felt his warm tongue lick me from back to front.
God almighty, that feels amazing.
He flicked his tongue over my sensitive clit, and I let out a loud moan. Fuck it; if our friends heard me, I’d gladly let them learn how amazing Oliver made me feel. The things he did with that tongue should be illegal. He was phenomenal in bed, and everyone should know.
I wanted to grab his hair with my hands and force him to go harder and faster, but the restraints were making that impossible.
“Oliver, I want to touch you so bad,” I moaned.
“Just enjoy this.”
I closed my eyes and listened to him, homing in on every slight move and hum. It was pure bliss.
For me, sex had always been about physical release and stress relief. But with Oliver, our connection went past the surface, down to a cellular, spiritual level. He knew my body like no one else had ever known me. Sometimes, it seemed as though he knew my body better than I even did.
“I’m going to come,” I whispered, biting my lip.
“Not yet.”
“Oliver, please.”
“Not until I tell you to, or that will add another spanking.”
He slid a finger inside of me and hit the perfect spot. I was starting to sweat from trying not to orgasm.
“Ollie, I can’t hold it off. Please let me come.”
He pulled his finger out of me and straddled my body, pushing in fast.
“Oh fuck!” I screamed.
“God, you feel amazing. You’re so close aren’t you, baby?”
“So fucking close.”
“Good.” He brought his hand in between us both and pinched my clit. It sent me into orbit. “Be a good girl and come.”
I was falling over that cliff, regardless of if he said I could or not. Spankings be damned. The way that he thrust in and out, hitting every nerve ending my pussy had, was my undoing. That was it. Game over.
As I started to come down from the high, I felt his hands on mine, loosening the belt from my wrists.
“Are your wrists sore?” He rubbed them gently, examining them to make sure there were no marks.
“No, they’re fine,” I answered, doing a check of my arms, twisting them from side to side.
“Good.” He smiled wickedly. “Get on your hands and knees.”
I flipped over and pulled my knees up under me and looked over my shoulder. Oliver was on his knees behind me, rubbing his hard length.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Up and down.
My mouth started to water, and I ached to fuck him with my mouth. I started to turn and reach for him, but he batted my hand away. I gave him a scolding look before he laughed.
“You’re not listening. I said: on your hands and knees. That brings our total to, what? Three?”
I couldn't believe the mewl that came from me. Who was I right now? I loved this dynamic. Dominant Oliver was sexy as fuck. I’d have to lean into the brat persona more often.
I turned around and Oliver pushed into my dripping pussy, moaning my name loud enough that I’m sure we were heard in the town square.
He leaned forward and played with my nipples while he moved in and out.
He squeezed one nipple hard before trailing his fingers down to where we were joined, finding a little wetness spilling out of me and bringing it up to rub around my clit.
“I fucking love you, Adelaide.”
“I love you,” I gasped
His hand grazed up my body, trailing over every dip and curve as he kissed along my spine. He flipped my hair over my shoulder and kissed along my neck, up to my ear.
“Fuck, Oliver. I’m going to come again.”
“Not yet, I still have some punishments to dole out to you,” he said as he bit my neck.
Those little love bites set my body ablaze. Lightening shot across my arms and straight down my back.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Mmm. Yes!”
The vibration of his laugh didn’t help the unending sensations lighting up my body. Before I could ask for more, Oliver grabbed my hair in one hand and pulled my head back a bit before picking up his pace from behind me, seemingly hitting places I had never known existed before.
Spank.
“That’s one,” he huffed out.
The slight sting of his hand on my ass cheek paired with the pleasure rippling through my body brought my orgasm closer to the surface. I knew I wouldn’t last long.
“Again,” I begged.
He pumped in and then pulled all the way out, leaving me vacant and empty.
“Oliver, no.”
Spank. Thrust.
The guttural moan I let out filled the room. God above, this was amazing. I wanted this feeling every single moment of my life. This is what I had been dreaming of my entire life. He pushed deeper.
“I’m going to—” I barely got out before his hand met my ass and I came again. The connection sent me over the edge. His moans and grunts let me know we were falling together.
I fell forward and was brought out of the haze by small, gentle kisses along my ass cheek. I looked back to see Oliver making his way up to my side. His left hand rubbed soothing circles on the reddened area.
“Was that too much?” he sheepishly asked, his cheeks flushed.
“Not at all. That was amazing,” I assured.
“I love you.”
“I love you, Oliver.”