Chapter 43 – Oliver #2
Vale tilts her head down as she draws deep breaths into her lungs.
Her hair spills down and hides her face.
I let her hands go so I can sit the lube down in front of her.
She stiffens when she looks up at it. Her cheeks flame.
She’s embarrassed, turned on, and mad all at the same time.
“You can touch it, but I don’t think I can handle all of you there tonight.
I don’t know if I’m ready to do that. Can that be okay? ”
“Of course it’s okay, baby. You have all the power. Your word is my command when we come together,” I tell her and she nods, so innocent, so trusting.
I grab the lube from the counter and pour some on to one hand. I pull back looking at those lush hips. She doesn’t want it tonight, but I’m going to show her what she’s missing. “Spread your legs wider,” I demand, and she does without question. “You’re so beautiful here,” I assure her.
I wreck her when I drip the lube over her tiny, puckered hole. She jerks her hips forward and I smile. “I promise I won’t hurt you. I promise I won’t fuck you till you want me to, but you’ll feel my fingers.”
“Okay,” she moans as my slick fingers rub a gentle circle over it.
Vale’s eyes are closed as she shudders. That’s it, she’s relaxing into it already. I’m so proud of her I press my cock against her swollen pussy. She wiggles her hips so she can line me up. She’s a natural at accepting all the pleasure I offer her.
I press my thumb against her asshole and apply a little pressure while I dip my cock inside her slick cunt. Vale hisses when I don’t fill her up. She needs more. I grab more lube, squeezing it out over her cleft. I dip my thumb into her hole as I press my cock in and out in tiny increments.
“Fuck!” she cries. “I can’t take it, Oliver.”
I smile at her like a sadistic bastard and she sees it. I slide my thumb through that tight ring of muscle, turning my wrist as I back it out. I dip the tip in more of the lube, then thrust it all the way inside as I thrust my hips forward. I fill her to the hilt and wiggle my thumb inside her ass.
Vale lifts her chest, arching her spine. There’s a sound I’ve never heard from her before. She’s keening, a high-pitched, wobbly cry that shakes her with its ferocity.
I lean over her and lick up her neck to her jaw. “Feel good?”
Vale’s eyes flutter open. She shakes her head, and I worry I’ve screwed up.
“What are you doing to me?” she asks almost sadly.
I stop moving and study her. “Do you want to make me just as filthy as you are? What if I’m worse?
I might be worse, Oliver.” She giggles after that last question, and I smile in relief.
Like I said, absolutely perfect for me in every fucking way.
“You can be filthy with me, Vale. You can be anything you want with me. Trust me to give it to you. I want all of you, and I hope you wouldn’t ask anything less than everything from me. I want to show you everything. I’d give you the world.”
“Are you going to show me all of it tonight?” she asks, and her eyes seem worried, like the thought is overwhelming her. I feel a bit guilty. Perhaps, I’m moving too fast, but I’m so excited by the prospect of teaching her.
“I’d need a lot longer than one night,” I say, then smirk at her. “This is just a little fun.” I pull my thumb out and slide my index finger deeper inside her.
This time she can’t stop her reaction. She lifts off, slamming her body back into mine.
Her head falls back onto my chest, and her hair is a messy halo of coppery-red waves.
Her mouth is wide open, surrounded by those puffy, berry-stained lips.
Her cheeks are stained with the flush of her desire. She’s overcome once more.
“Open your eyes and see what I see,” I whisper against the crown of her head. When those bright, aqua eyes open to meet mine, I’m overcome by all that passion. “Do you realize how fucking beautiful you are right now?” I ask, then thrust inside her till I bottom out. “Nothing compares, Vale.”
Vale tilts her head, and I see the tears swell in her eyes.
She reaches up to cradle my jaw. “You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
I thought this would be impossible, us, but it feels so right.
Everything with you feels so right, so good.
Why do you feel so good? Is it because you’re Lilu? Or is it because you’re mine?”
“Are you Lilu?” I ask as I smile against her hair.
“No, I’m not,” she whispers sadly. “Sometimes I wish I were.”
“You’re perfect. No need to be Lilu. I believe that rightness you feel must be because we are fated to be together. We’re meant to be one. I feel it too.”
Vale turns around, and my cock slips out of her tight pussy. We both gasp. She wraps her arms around me, laying her head against my chest. “I love you,” she says, and her cheeks blush even more when she looks up. “I can’t stop saying it. I’m sorry, but it’s hard to keep it inside.”
I kiss her lips gently. I want to support her so she knows it’s more than okay. “I like hearing it. I’ll never get tired of hearing it, sweetheart. I love you, my beautiful mate.”
I tug her toward the bath. We step into the warm water, and when we sit across from each other, the water sloshes over the rim. I turn the taps off before we flood the house. I don’t care about the mess we’ve made everywhere; I don’t care about anything other than the woman in front of me.
“I’ll do all I can to make you happy, my love.
I’ll make it my sole purpose in life to give you everything you want, everything you need,” I promise her because she is my purpose now.
I’ve lived for thousands of years, aimlessly wandering the world.
I had no purpose. I had no reason for being, but with her I feel it.
I feel a reason for living, a reason to go on.
Vale looks at me from the opposite end of the tub. She takes in a deep breath, tears falling down her face. “All I need is you,” she says, then sniffles. “You’re all I need.”