Chapter Sixteen #2
I released her throat, smoothing her hair back to cup her face.
“Baby, any of those rich fuckers even look at you without my permission, I’ll cut their dick off, and shove it down their throat.
I don’t share, and have a jealous streak fuelled by a bad temper.
” My thumb caressed the side of her mouth. “Do you understand?”
Too many men in our dangerous world fucked who they wanted without any regard for the woman they had married. I’d lost count of the number of bored wives who tried to throw themselves at me for some excitement. There was no way I would allow that to happen in my marriage.
“I’m not looking at any other man, I’m looking only at my husband.” She continued to stare at me steadily.
The monster inside me won the debate, and my arms wrapped around her waist to lift her against me as I strode out of the bathroom. She squealed when I tossed her onto the bed, crawling on behind her to settle myself between her legs.
Olivia was everything I had fantasised about, her creamy skin soft and tempting. Her body contained curves that most socialites were missing today, her breasts more than a handful, and her ass rounded and made for me to hold onto during a sex session.
“Open,” I commanded, resting back on my knees, watching as she let her legs fall open. “Arms above your head.” The movement lifted her ribcage, her breasts rising to tempt me.
I grabbed her thighs, widening her to allow me to attack her clit. Olivia squeaked, her hips involuntarily lifting. I had wanted to introduce her to sex slowly, but that ship had sailed, and I desperately needed to be inside her.
“Max,” Olivia moaned. “That tongue of yours should come with a health warning!”
I added a finger to my teasing, trying to stretch her to lessen the pain she would experience this first time.
Her hips wiggled when I found her G-spot, rubbing a circle on it, and adding another finger as she responded to me.
There was no more gentle teasing, this time I wanted her to explode so hard that she would find it difficult to put all the pieces back together again.
Olivia arched her spine while I zig-zagged my tongue over her clit, my fingers moving rhythmically inside her. I sucked her clit, my teeth holding the nub as I flicked it with the tip of my tongue.
“Shit, Max, I can’t take anymore!” Her fingers threaded into my hair, trying to drag handfuls out by the roots. I sucked harder, my fingers moving faster until her scream echoed around the room, and her muscles contracted around my fingers as her orgasm crested over.
Olivia fell back onto the bed, her body coated in perspiration, and her chest rising and falling while she tried to resume normal breathing.
I crawled forward, looming over her as she stared up at me with an expression on her face that I would never forget, my mind engraving that image inside my soul forever.
“You ready, baby?” I asked, leaning forward to press a kiss to the side of her throat.
“Nope,” Olivia said, her fingers sliding down my side. “Who is ever ready to be impaled by a massive cock?”
She turned her head to stare at me, our noses touching.
“Is this the point I try to convince you he’s not that big?” I asked.
“We both know that is a huge lie,” she said, exaggerating the huge.
I ground my hips against hers, watching as she bit down on her bottom lip, humming as her eyes fluttered closed.
Some men try to convince you that there are ways to ensure a woman doesn’t feel pain their first time, that their experience as a lover mitigates tearing their partner open. It was lies. I had a sexual history, and knew that no matter what I did, Olivia was about to experience pain because of me.
I kissed her, distracting her since she loved kissing and caressing. My hands smoothed over her soft skin, my lips teasing hers. I felt Olivia relax, her arms snaking around me as she lost herself in our kiss.
I rocked until my tip was in her entrance, and then I thrust hard and fast, feeling the resistance of her hymen before I thrust harder to break through, and lodge myself inside her. I wasn’t fully embedded, but I stopped as she had frozen, gasping into my mouth.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I said against her lips. “Wiggle your hips to ease the pressure.”
I continued to kiss her, stroking her body while gently rotating my hips to help allow her to accept the rest of me. That monster inside me screamed with glee that Olivia belonged to us. I would destroy the world to keep her in my life.
“Max,” Olivia whimpered.
There was nothing to say, so I continued to kiss and soothe her until I began to feel her muscles loosen, her nails no longer digging into my flesh, and her thighs relax against my hips.
Slowly, I moved my pelvis back and forward, my dick throbbing at the sensation of her tight core. My imagination hadn’t done this moment justice, because I finally understood the different between sex and intimacy with someone I cared about. Olivia might not know it, but she meant everything to me.
I studied Olivia’s every emotion as it flicked in her expressive eyes. She lay completely open to me, allowing me into her body while she trusted me as she had never trusted anyone before. Her mouth fell open, her hips starting to move with the rhythm of mine.
Using her reactions as a guide, I thrust harder, her body moving up the bed, and her breasts rubbing against my chest. I never lost the control I fought so hard for in my life, but with Olivia, it slowly eroded away.
We moved together in a unique dance, her legs snaking around my hips to pull me into her, fingers grasping my shoulders as she met my thrusts.
“Shit,” Olivia gasped. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
“Banging you senseless.” I repeated her words from earlier. “Are your senses still intact?”
“Barely,” she gasped. “I have a few left.”
“I need to try harder then,” I muttered. Olivia groaned when I slammed my hips harder against her pelvis, widening her legs, and squirming against me.
This woman was a revelation, not shying away as I had expected.
Olivia’s hand moved down to the small of my back. “There, Max. Right there.” She tried to elevate her hips. She was so responsive, her reactions pure and visceral like a blank canvas coloured with our moments together.
I slipped my hand between us, rubbing her clit, her muscles clamping around me. I changed my tempo to short, fast thrusts to allow me to massage her G-spot.
“Fuck!” She rarely swore, so her explosive reaction was like a kick to my solar plexus. “Max!”
Her face flushed and her body shuddered around me as she climaxed again.
I let my dick off his leash, and thrust hard and deep, loving the sensation of her core massaging my dick.
I moved faster and faster, striving to reach my own climax even though I didn’t want this moment to end.
Grasping her hips, I continued to undulate, wildfire of passion licking down my spine as my orgasm started in my balls.
My dick throbbed, aching for a release, and I felt those first tremors in my thighs. She was perfect, her hair a messy halo around her as she fell apart for me.
My body contracted as my pelvis rocked against Olivia, my pleasure spurting deep inside her. I’d never had sex without a condom in my life, but this woman was my life now, and I intended to tie her to me in every way possible.
I collapsed on top of her, my body weak and boneless after our session.
Whatever I had expected, this hadn’t been it, and she had taken something from me that I couldn’t understand or articulate.
All I knew was that Olivia had imprinted herself on me in a way that no one ever had before, and changed me at a fundamental level.