Chapter 25 – Vale #2
I reach for his body, feeling his ribs and hips, then I wrap my fist around his thick cock and mimic what he was doing to himself in the shower. He’s hot and heavy in my hand, and I can barely reach my fingers around him. I try to be gentle.
“Thank you.” Oliver doesn’t deny his beauty. He knows exactly what he is.
I’m surprised when his eyes close. He’s lost in my touch the way I get lost in his.
I lift up and kiss him as I stroke. His hips buck into my fist as he licks at my lips.
His skin is soft and smooth, but underneath he’s hard like stone.
He feels so good against me, skin against skin.
I wonder if I’ll ever be able to go without this.
“You feel so good,” I whisper against his ear, then drop down to lick at his neck, tasting the salty sweetness.
He shifts, taking my hand away from his cock and I frown.
He gets off the bed. For a moment it’s as if my greatest fear, that he’ll walk away from me, is about to happen, but then he drags me by the ankles to the edge.
I almost argue, but he spreads my legs wide and leans forward, pressing his dick into my wetness.
There’s a soul-shattering moment when the crown dips and spreads me open.
It feels like he’ll never fit inside me, and I’m suddenly intimidated by his size.
I think he’s going to fuck me, steal my innocence and my soul.
If only he knew, for him, I’d willingly part with them.
I lied when I said I’d find another. There is no other, he’s all there is.
I force him to look down into my eyes. “Oliver, you can take it. Please, take it. I want you inside me,” I plead even though I’m afraid. “I need you.”
He pushes his hips forward and I think this is it. He’s going to make love to me—no, he’s going to tear me open so no one will ever fit. He stretches me open, and I hold my breath. I’m about to levitate off the bed with anxiety, with the threat of it, but he stops, and I release my breath.
“Not yet, baby. But soon,” he says, lustful promises in his eyes.
When he leans over me, I bend my legs and press my knees to the sides of his hips, trying to pull him closer. I hold him to me as he notches his cock in between the lips of my sex. Oliver grabs my hands and holds them above my head, pressing them into the mattress so I can’t move.
“I want you to feel me,” he growls over me, his eyes so dark and desperate. “Feel me, and let me feel you.”
He starts pumping his hips, sliding his cock through my slippery lips. The underside of the crown hits my clit and my eyes widen. His smile is menacing as he watches me, knowing exactly what he’s doing.
“I feel you,” I gasp.
My wetness is all over him. He pumps his hips over and over as he grinds down into me. It feels so good. I can’t take it anymore. I let go.
His hold on my wrists loosens as he continues to slide against me. My core is contracting muscles I’m not entirely sure I’ve used before, and warmth is spreading low in my belly. For a moment, I wonder if I’ll pass out. The room spins while I succumb to the fire that’s been building inside me.
“Look at me when you come.” His voice breaks as my body trembles. “I want you all over my cock when I come.”
Oliver’s thrusts get faster and my insides clench, demanding his entry.
I’m needy with lust. I’m losing my mind as he leans in and sucks one nipple into his mouth.
He bites down, the pain a juxtaposition to my pleasure.
Then it hits me. The way his thick cock is pushed against my clit, the way his hot skin burns mine where we touch.
His hips mimic the sex we would one day have.
I feel everything. I’m a live wire. Pleasure fills me.
I suck in a single, deep breath, filling my lungs.
“Oliver!” I wail as tears fill my eyes. My hands are freed so I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer and kissing his lips. I close my eyes and feel him move against me.
“Open your fucking eyes,” Oliver growls against my lips. “I need to see you come undone. I crave it.”
I open my eyes for him, and he studies my face, my eyes as I come.
Pleasure envelopes me, and he groans as if he’s the one feeling it.
I feel love, suddenly a tangible, physical thing, bursting from my soul and I push all of it into him.
I know he tastes my truth in the air. I’m his, from this moment until the end.
He takes my offering, his skin glows with it, and his eyes light up with my release.
I see the moment things change as his eyes go from bright to dark again, the man dueling with the monster. Then they fill with so much lust I swear it spills out of him, into the air we breathe. I feel his power, feel it melt against my skin. It shimmers across every inch of my body.
“All that I am,” I cry out. “Is yours.”
He hears my words and rears back with a roar like a beast. His thrusts gain momentum, speeding up. My orgasm continues just when I thought it was over. I’m shaking when he suddenly stops, and I feel liquid heat spread over my stomach.
Oliver grabs my hand and wraps it around his cock, coaxing it up and down his shaft. “Feel me,” he says, and his words are as soft as a summer breeze. His chest heaves and his eyes are so intensely focused on me that my cheeks heat even more.
He squeezes my fist around him, slipperiness coating my palm, then shoots more of that fluid out onto my stomach.
I reach my other hand out to dip my finger in the small pool of it, then bring it to my mouth.
I want to taste him the way he tasted me.
Oliver wraps his hand around my wrist as if to stop me, but before he can explain, I lift up and suck my finger into my mouth.
My head falls back as I’m overpowered by his sweet taste, and I’m coming again, squeezing him between my legs and convulsing while he chuckles. He props himself up on his elbows as he watches me come and come, writhing against the bed unable to stop the pleasure flooding through me.
“Not human, remember?”
I laugh as he kisses me with every ounce of passion inside him.
I could fall in love with Oliver Byron. Who am I kidding? I’ve already fallen. I love him. I have since the moment I first saw him, but he just gets better and better.