Chapter 40 – Oliver
MY BEAUTIFUL LOVE
OLIVER
Vale stands before me, bare as the day she was born.
She’s not modest because, unlike my own stubbornness, she’s always accepted us.
She knew. Of course she did. When she lets go, she’s all passion.
She’s lit up with it in a way no one else in the world is.
She embraces that part of herself with me, even when it makes her nervous.
The heart wants what the heart wants, but what if it’s the soul, and all you lack is right there in front of you, if only you’re brave enough to take it. I don’t want to exist in an imagined future. I want to revel in this moment we’re sharing, every second precious.
Vale had been silenced, hidden in the beginning, but now her lust for life burns and she’s too bright to go back into the shadows. I don’t think she’ll ever be able to hide again. She shouldn’t have to. I’ll be strong for her. I’ll lift her up when she’s down. I’d give her the world if I could.
I’ve no hope of trying to hide how I feel for Vale, not anymore. She’s my mate. She’s meant to be mine. She owns my heart. I’m hers, till the end.
“I want you in my bed.” My words are clipped; I can’t take much more. The need inside is so great, ramped up because she’s finally here.
I’m so impatient, before she can move, I grip her behind the thighs and lift her body onto the bed.
As I set her down on the edge, she grabs the elastic in my hair, tugging it out and tossing it onto the floor.
Then she slides her fingers through the dark strands.
I lean into her touch, closing my eyes in pleasure.
Her nails are a gentle scrape over my neck as she pulls me closer, always closer.
Vale brings her hands to the buttons of my shirt. She wants me as naked as her. No secrets between us, no fabric, no lies. We’re done with all of that.
“I want every inch of you against every inch of me.” Her voice is a breathy, lusty whisper. “I need to feel all of you.”
I lean into her, kissing her temple first, then her cheek. I nibble at her right ear. “You shall have all of me. I’m all yours, only yours.”
Vale trembles like she can’t hold it together. She’s so torn up with desire she’s struggling to control her fingers as they fumble over the buttons. I love how desperate she is for me. I love how her body trembles at my touch. Every single detail is special. Every shiver, every moan is exquisite.
I put my hand over hers. “I can do this if you want. You can lie back and enjoy the show.”
“I think that’s a good idea.”
I step away from her trembling hands, then study her movements as I undress.
While I take off my shirt, she leans back on one elbow and spreads her legs.
My God, I’ve never seen such a beautiful woman.
I mean it. She’s flawless in her beauty.
She’s gorgeous as her fire shines from within, lighting her up in desire that’s only ever been for me. I’m the lucky one.
I’m ready to feel those flames against my skin.
I’m ready for her desperate pleas. I want her so badly.
I need her like I’ve never needed anyone or anything.
Before I met her, I was alone, only surviving, never truly living.
Moving through the motions of an empty existence.
Then she appeared like the answer to a prayer, and suddenly I felt purpose again.
She licks her lips, and I groan. “You’re so fucking beautiful, sitting there showing me everything. Spread your legs wider, let me see how wet you are for me.”
She does what I ask without protest, her eyes on my chest, on the dragon that guards my heart.
I take my eyes off her for only a second to tug my pants down and drop my shoes beside the bed.
That’s all the time she needs to surprise me.
When I look up, she stares down at my cock, mouth agape, eyes lidded low.
She has two fingers pressed against her clit, moving in slow circles.
The top of her cheeks are flushed, her lips red and swollen already.
How I want to fill her up with ecstasy and show her everything she’s missed. “Do you like what you see?”
Her eyes close briefly and she bites her bottom lip.
She’s lost in it. Her desire is thick in the air, the sweet smell of her pussy making my mouth water.
I throw her hand off. She’ll come on my tongue, my cock, but not by her own hand.
I’m done with the games we’ve been playing. She’s mine to pleasure, mine to love.
“Tonight you’re only mine.”
Vale watches as I kneel between her thighs.
Her legs are spread wide, bent at the knees, feet flat for leverage.
I swipe my tongue through her slippery folds, all the way to the top where I circle her clit, and her hips lift off the bed.
I smile as thoughts of fucking her with my tongue slither around my mind.
She runs her fingers through my hair, then grasps my head in one hand.
She wants control. I’ll give it to her. I don’t mind.
If I’ve learned anything about pleasuring a person in two thousand years, it’s to be flexible in my roles.
One person wants to submit and another wants control.
Then there are those rare few who want it all.
Vale wants no less than everything and fuck if that doesn’t turn me on more.
I kiss her beautiful glistening cunt. I make love to it with my lips, teeth, and tongue.
I give attention to all its pretty folded petals, worshipping it, worshipping her.
When she’s moaning, rocking her hips against my mouth, trying to use me as her own personal sex toy, I pull away. I like making her desperate.
Her eyes flash with fire. I want her to burn me. I want her name branded into my skin so everyone I ever meet knows that I proudly belong to this woman.
“Don’t stop,” she begs.
“I won’t, but I need your eyes on me. I want you to see what I do to you.
Tell me you like it, tell me you want more.
I want to hear you scream for me.” I open those petals up gently.
I swirl my tongue up over her engorged clit.
“Don’t close your eyes,” I say, then swirl my tongue over her tight little hole.
Her hips jerk while her breathing speeds up.
“You like that?” I ask. “Tell me you like my tongue inside you and I’ll fuck you with it. ”
I watch her while I slither my tongue over her clit, then move back to circle her hole. She’s so tight, I need to loosen her up. I need to take my time and make her body relax. If I don’t, it’s going to hurt when I enter her.
“I love your tongue. Now fuck me with it,” she demands, and her hand tugs at my head, pulling me closer.
“That’s my good girl. Demand what you want. I’ll do anything to you. I was made to pleasure you, only you.”
I suction on to her clit, drawing the little nub out, making blood rush to the surface.
I flick my tongue, left, then right. Her body shakes with every swipe, the muscles in her thighs twitching.
I stop the suction, and she moans in frustration.
But then I thrust my tongue inside her. I look back up to see her mouth open on a silent moan, eyebrows high in awe.
I roll my tongue left and right, going a little deeper with every move, tasting the clenching walls of her sex.
I can taste the blood still inside her from earlier, her arousal, and my cum.
I lick at the tiny tear she made when she slid down onto me in the car, making her let go the cutest little whimper.
I bet it stings, so I tongue at it some more, soothing the ache.
Her eyes glaze over, lost to the feeling.
I’m losing myself to her taste. I’m drinking her down, when she lifts my head suddenly, stopping me.
She’s shaking her head. “Please come up here, with me.” She’s desperate to come, so I’m surprised she stopped me.
Vale releases me and scoots back on the bed.
I lick my lips before climbing up beside her.
“I need to touch you.”
I reach for her, yanking her forward, against my body.
She’s so warm, her skin as hot as a roaring fire.
Vale burns hotter than most mortals. As I lean over her, we simultaneously grab and tug at each other, pressing our lips together.
I lick at her lips, and she opens for me.
She tastes so good. She feels so good. I don’t know how I’ll ever survive being inside her.
“I need your cock inside me, take my mouth, take everything, just let me taste you too.”
I grab her hips, turn her around, then lie back, lifting her onto my face. She screeches before she realizes what I’m doing. I smile against her slick pussy.
“Suck me while I fuck you with my tongue.”
Vale doesn’t reply, only leans forward and takes my cock into her hot mouth. She’s been wanting to do this since the pool house. I don’t know why I ever tried to stop her. Now none of it makes sense. Why did I deny this? I was an idiot, but I’ll make it up to her.
I thumb circles around her clit while her hips twitch and jerk. Then I lengthen my tongue, which is something special Lilu can do. It’s not a joke when I say I was built to give pleasure. I was built to seduce, to fuck. I was built for lust. Most of all, I was built for Vale.
I reverently brush her hymen with my tongue.
I feel scarring from where I fingered her roughly in the car.
I taste the tiny tear from earlier, which has healed with my saliva.
Our story is written on that tiny membrane.
I find the hole right in the center, where she’s naturally open.
I thrust through it while she moans over my cock and her hips tilt.
I was never the kind of man who put such importance on a hymen.
Some men put a price tag on opening a woman for the first time.
Personally, I never went for virgins. I believed women showed their value with their character, not an intact hymen.
However, I devolve into a lower creature when I think about hers.
I value this tiny piece of flesh. I value it because it’s hers.
I value that I’m her only man. I value that she’ll never have another.
And some awful, animalistic thing inside me values her virgin’s blood as my prize. My one sip of her innocence.
I spear the membrane over and over with my tongue, stretching the tiny hole, hoping it helps her when she takes me. I make my tongue longer, thicker and slide it in and out. I can’t stop smiling as her hips rock over my mouth. I want her to lose control.
Vale suctions the tip of my cock into her mouth and swirls her tongue over it.
Her hot mouth burns with such intense heat it makes me pull my tongue out of her.
I can’t think when her mouth is on me. She takes my breath with each stroke of her lips.
I lift my hips, not meaning to. She lifts off, then she’s back down, going deeper, taking more and more of me with every downward stroke.
I groan against her pussy as the head of my cock hits her throat and she swallows around it.
“That’s so good,” I growl into her cunt. The moment she realizes she can’t take me any deeper into her throat, she adds a heated fist to pump my shaft in time with her mouth. “Fuck, Vale,” is all I can say.
I lengthen my tongue farther into her tight hole.
I fuck her with it when I can, when I can think.
I don’t feel like a very spectacular Lilu in this moment.
I’m losing my mind, distracted by those plush lips.
She moans around my cock head and the vibration makes it even better.
I speed up my movements on her clit with my thumb.
We’re ouroboros, feeding off each other’s lustful energies.
She moans against me as she takes me faster.
I swallow hard removing my tongue. “Vale, fuck. Wait!” I growl, but she doesn’t stop.
“Vale, I’m going to come in that pretty fucking mouth if you don’t stop.
” She goes harder, squeezing my shaft tighter.
So I give it my all. I start sucking her clit, then add a finger inside her, then two, stretching her open, but not going too deep.
Her hips start bucking and so do mine. We're devolving into baser creatures, together. She smiles around my cock, her lips tightening, and I come hard. The moment it hits her tongue, the moment she swallows my release, she jerks upright, hands slamming down on my hips. I replace my fingers with my tongue. She’s screaming through her release while she rides my tongue.
I open my mouth, letting her sweet cum drip.
I feed on it. I take every little twitch, like it’s the word of the divine, and I devour her.
I devour that pussy. I lick and suck and fuck her until she’s screaming louder and louder.
Until she stops screaming altogether and falls onto me, her breaths heaving from her lungs. The muscles in her stomach twitching.
Vale rolls off me and looks up with hot, hooded eyes. She licks her lips, and it makes her body jerk and her head fall back. “You’re a goddess,” I tell her.
“You taste so good. You always taste so good.”
My cock twitches at those words, still ready to go. “I’m glad you like it. I love the way you taste.”
Vale gets comfortable beside me. Her eyes are closed, her whole body flushed now. Her nipples are hard, pointing at the ceiling as her head hits the bed. I wish I could take a picture of her just like this. She’s perfectly, happily, debauched.
“What is it?” she asks me with those sexy, fuck-me eyes.
“I want a picture of you, like this. You look so pleased. It’s a very attractive image.”
“Then take a picture. I don’t mind. I like the idea of you looking at me when I’m not around.”
She bites her lip. She’s so gorgeous. Her eyes open, glowing aquamarine as she lifts her head. She’s waiting, but I can’t move, not yet. I want to watch her, be with her, experience all there is with her. When I don’t move, she crawls up the bed to my side. “Too slow,” she says, then chuckles.
Vale leans over my chest and kisses above my heart. “Marking your territory, my little vixen.”
“Yes,” she says unapologetically. She laps at my chest with her tongue, then she bites my nipple, tugging it and making me hiss. “Because you’re mine.” I love how she says it.
I run my fingertips over each of her breasts, then I place my palm over her heart where it thumps harder against my hand. “You are mine, and I yours, always, my love.”
“Always and forever,” she whispers as she presses another kiss above my heart. She’s right, always and forever.