Chapter 38 Exquisite Agony #2
He hauls me off his lap and tells me to lean against the opposite door.
I struggle to get comfortable against it, but when I do, he bends my knee and props my foot up on the seat next to him.
I spread my legs as wide as I can, then I flip the two sides of the skirt over.
He hisses as he stares at what I’ve revealed.
“What a pretty pussy you have, all slick and wet for me,” he growls while he palms his cock.
“Show me how hard you are.” I’m not surprised when he opens the button of his pants and slides the zipper down.
He grabs my hand before sucking my fingers in between his lips with a wink. Then he goes back to what he was doing. He’s staring at my pussy when he grabs his cock and pulls it out. I moan when I see it. He’s so fucking big and hard that my core tightens up at the sight of it.
“Oh, my God, you’re dripping, baby. You make my cock so fucking hard. Do me a favor and slide your finger inside you, let me see how deep you can get them,” he growls between clenched teeth.
I lift my hips and swirl my fingers through my wetness, then I press at my entrance, sliding one finger inside me.
I take it out and slide another in to join.
I can’t work them in very deep, I don’t even get them in past my first knuckle, but it feels good.
I keep going, in and out, focusing on him.
“It feels good when you’re watching me. Can I see you touch yourself? Will you show me?” I ask him and my breath is so uneven it sounds like I’m actually in pain.
He nods his head in agreement, then he does something that makes me laugh. He licks the palm of his hand and slides it over his cock from the tip to the base, then back again.
“That’s really hot.” I’m biting my lip as I slide my fingers out and circle them around my clit, making my hips jerk forward.
“I knew you’d like this. The naughty girl that watched me do this in her dreams.” When he smiles, I start panting. He starts stroking the wide crown of his cock, focusing the motions there. He’s right. I do like it. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing him like this.
“In my dreams, you were on your knees between my legs.” I sigh, seeing it in my memories, picturing it so clearly.
One moment he’s sitting in the seat, the next he’s on his knees, leaning forward, still stroking his cock. I tremble as I look up at him, gasping for breath at the heat in his eyes.
“Like this,” he asks, low and guttural.
“Oh, God, yes. Just like that,” I cry out. “You’re so beautiful. You were meant for love.”
Oliver closes his eyes for a split second, and I swear it looks like he’s about to cry. There’s some great pain in his past that’s written on his face. Why would my words make him hurt? My words are the truth, he was meant for love, and I’m going to prove it to him one day.
“Vale, where did I come?” he asks and my own touch gets firmer as his breathing picks up.
I swallow hard because I feel like I’m going to scale that metaphorical wall.
“You came inside me. Oh, fuck,” I cry out the last words as my body spasms with it.
I feel my inner muscles clench as I come.
I moan through it and for a moment light blasts through my vision like stars.
The pleasure is so focused and deep my entire body shudders with it.
“Oliver,” I gasp as the bliss fills me, heating me from the inside and wringing out every bit of agony from moments before.
My vision clears. He’s still there above me, watching me.
He’s sliding his palm up over his cock and back down.
His movements speed up. He falls on top of me, his lips so near my own, one hand on the back of the passenger seat so he can keep his full weight from crushing me.
He sucks in a deep breath the moment he nudges my entrance with his cock.
I grab his cock with my hand, knocking his away, stroking as I pull him forward, lining us up.
He’s breathing so quickly, trying to control himself, but I don’t want his control. I want him to explode.
“Push into me and come. I want you to come inside me,” I whisper desperately and grab onto his shirt, over his heart. “Please come inside me.”
He slides his hips forward, barely an inch. I’m so wet that the tip slides inside easier than before. He’s shaking with the oncoming orgasm. I keep stroking him and our eyes meet. “Now, give it to me. Come for me,” I demand. “Oliver, baby, come for me.”
His spine goes tense and his head falls between his shoulders.
He’s trying so hard not to go deeper, but I feel him throb against my innocence as he slides farther in.
Oliver’s mouth opens, and he moans softly before he gasps.
He’s shaking, and finally I feel him spill into me. I feel his heat pool in my core.
I open my mouth, a discordant moan escaping because suddenly I’m right back there, pleasure filling me up.
My energy floods outward, sinking into him.
My core spasms around him and I come again.
I wrap my arms around his waist and stare up into his eyes, overcome by it.
He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, and it brings tears to my eyes.
My heart hurts when I look into those gorgeous green eyes.
“Oh, God, Oliver. You were meant to love me,” I cry out, tears of pleasure, of happiness covering my cheeks.
I don’t tell him I love him. I tell him he’s meant for me because that’s the truth.
I feel it in my soul. I grab his hand and press it to my chest, desperately looking into his eyes.
Please see it. I reach up to place my palm against his heart.
I’m shaking, searching for love in his eyes.
“You were made to love me. Me,” I sob, completely overwhelmed by the love swirling in my chest. I swear the weight of it is heavier with every second that I don’t tell him.
“I know, baby. I know,” he agrees against my lips.
I focus on those beautiful eyes that glow for me, and it’s on the edge of my lips. I love you! My soul screams it to him. I love you!
He sees it. He sees everything.
“Not yet,” he says, shaking his head. “Please, Vale, not yet.” The words stutter out from his lips. I think we’re both shaken and for several minutes all either of us can do is stare at each other. We exist in each other’s orbits.
Everything comes to an end so quickly. We hear people in the garage, and Oliver sits up to look around, but I cower down lower in the seat, afraid of being caught. He says they didn’t see anything, but now I’m not comfortable.
Oliver pulls away and glances between my legs.
He pulls my panties from his pocket and brushes them over my sensitive skin, cleaning up the mess we made with gentle strokes.
“Are you okay?” he asks. “That was a lot more than I thought it would be.” His cheeks flush as he hides his cock once more and zips up.
“I’m alright,” I say, though I don’t know if I am actually.
“You did it, baby. I knew you could,” he says, his smile so sweet. Then he reaches out to caress my cheek. “Do you feel better now?”
I have to think about the question for a moment. I have to consciously connect my brain and my body. There it is, the throb, the ache deep inside. I shake my head. “Not at all.”
“Did you think it would put the flames out?”
I shrug sadly, staring down at my knees, then out the window to hide my face.
“I don’t know what I was thinking, honestly.
It made sense at the time. You know, that if I had an orgasm, I wouldn’t be hurting, but it’s still there.
The pain. The ache inside me. Oliver, I’m not lying when I tell you it hurts to wait for you.
It feels like I’ve been waiting for you my entire life.
” I wipe my eyes and see the mascara on my fingers.
I let out a deep sigh. “I didn’t make it. Please don’t look at me. I’m a mess.”
“You’re not a mess, Vale. You're the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen,” he says, grabbing me and wrapping his arms around my shoulders.
I lean into that comfort. He feels like home.
There’s something about Oliver that calls to me, urging me on.
It entices me closer, taking all my will, to the point that I’ll never be able to let him go.
I can’t imagine a world without him in it.
I turn to him, then look up into his swirling eyes. I lift my chin and kiss his lips.
“How do I look?” I ask him with a half-hearted smile.
“No less beautiful for the tears you’ve shed,” he says, his voice suddenly deeply accented and gruff. “You’re still the woman I want, tears and all.”
“Well, you’re the man who's supposed to fuck me later, so take me home.”
“Anything for you, my lady.” He kisses me one last time before we part.
Oliver is going to take me home, to his bed. He’s going to make love to me.
Finally.
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Oliver
When she cried, “You were meant for love,” it was like a wound opened up in my chest. It hurt so fucking bad I’d do anything to be what she wants, what she needs.
When your world claims that your kind is incapable of love, you start to believe it after a while.
They say Lilu can’t love but it’s a lie.
I do love! I can love. Because I love Vale.
Had anyone else said those words to me, I would have laughed like an asshole and walked away.
I would have run from the words because only a short time ago, I wasn’t capable of loving anyone.
I believed my heart would never be moved by another, but here she is, this beautiful girl who looks at me as if I’m her entire fucking world.
How did she tear down my walls?
“You were made to love me. Me,” she said, and I realized she was right. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love her.
She may be human, or at least part human, but she feels it too. I think she’s known all along. It’s only been me who was in denial.
You’re the asshole in denial, not me. I’ve always known she was ours, the beast explains. He thinks this whole situation is funny, when he isn’t growling inside my head begging me to fuck her. I’ve always loved her, the beast claims. I’ve always known she was our mate.
He did know. He tried to tell me so many times, but I thought it was hunger drawing him to Vale, not a mate bond.
He’s right. I’m an asshole, but I’m not in denial anymore.
I know Vale is my mate. She is. That’s all there is to it.
I was made to love her and there’s no room in my heart for denial. It’s filled with her.
Finally! he growls. It’s about time you pulled your head out of your ass.