Chapter 44 – Vale
EVERY MOMENT, I LOVE YOU MORE
VALE
Oliver dips his head into the water, wetting his long hair.
When he sits back up, it’s slick against his skull.
He reaches for the mass of curls, pulling it over one shoulder and wringing it out.
He looks beautiful with those wet tendrils dripping over his chest, curling up at the ends against his pale skin.
He cups water in his hands and lifts it to his face, closing his eyes.
I do the same, hoping the mascara is long gone.
I lie my head back and smile. I take a moment to be happy, enjoying this massive bathtub.
When I sit up, he’s watching me intently.
He washes his body with soap that perfumes the air, woodsy and dark.
I’m fascinated by every single stroke of his hand.
I’ve lost my virginity to the most beautiful man to ever exist. I’m so grateful for the experience.
I’m grateful for how sweet and gentle he tried to be with me.
“What are you thinking?” he asks with a tilt of his lips.
“I love you more with every second we spend together,” I whisper, knowing he’ll hear it. He grabs my hand and tugs me toward him, sloshing more water and bubbles onto the bathroom floor.
I collide with him, my palms sliding up his wet chest. I wrap my arms around his neck, then spread my legs on both sides of his hips, keeping him imprisoned between my thighs.
“Love doesn’t feel like an adequate word when it comes to what I feel for you.” He presses the gentlest kiss against my lips.
I told him earlier that this felt so final, what we were about to do. It was the truth then, and it’s true now. I know he’s my forever. I never want to be with anyone else, and I never would. It’s not something I have to make peace with; I accept it fully.
I grab his face in my hands and lift it so I can stare into his eyes.
Then I swivel my hips over his cock that’s always hard and ready no matter how many times he comes.
When he’s notched into me just right, I sink slowly onto him.
Breath is freed from both of our lungs like neither of us can hold it back.
My lips tremble as I rock against him slowly.
He bathes my body with soap that smells like him. He takes great care to clean my shoulders, my neck, my breasts, and my back. His thumbs glide effortlessly across my nipples, back and forth, while I glide my hips forward, rocking over every thick inch of him.
“Nothing feels like this,” I cry out. “Nothing.”
I lean forward and take a single lick up his neck, then his chin.
I kiss his lips as one of his hands slides down my back to rest at the base of my spine.
At his urging, I tilt my hips forward and pull up, then crash back down against him.
Oliver’s cock bottoms out and for a moment I close my eyes.
My head tilts back as I shiver at the weight and fullness I feel.
“I feel your heartbeat inside me.” I gasp because the feeling is so unbelievably amazing. I lift off, sink again, and there it is. Every time I seat myself onto him, the beat of his heart throbs inside me.
He smiles. “That’s it, use me, make yourself come on top of me. Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this.” He moans as I lift off and fall again.
I grind my body over him, placing my hand on each of his shoulders to gain leverage. I lift my hips almost entirely off him, then crash back down. His head falls back as he releases a sigh. He’s content to be used by me.
“Fuck!” he growls as I swivel my hips over the tip of his cock, experimenting. “How are you so good at this? You’re going to make me come again, baby.”
The smile on my face is full of pride. I’m going to make him come. I’m going to rock his fucking world, and that alone makes me smug. That’s exactly what I wanted. I was afraid I wouldn’t pleasure him, but his words of approval are everything to me.
I clench my inner muscles around the flared head of his cock as I swirl my hips.
Narrowing my suddenly cocky gaze, I lean against his chest and pull my feet below me.
I take him deeper, grabbing the edge of the tub so I don’t hurt his shoulders.
I clench and release as I hop on his cock.
Every inch of my body outside of the water is covered in sweat.
I’m breathing hard as my thighs twitch and burn with the effort.
Oliver lifts his head and his teeth are bared, as if he can’t take a moment more of my sweet torture. “Feels so good, baby. Fuck me harder, I can take it.”
I’m so out of breath I sink all the way down on his cock.
I tilt my head back and gulp in air. He feels so overwhelmingly huge inside me.
I shake over him as I feel the flames of my own pleasure dance against my skin.
When I lift back up, he sits up straighter.
He grabs my hips and helps to lift me. I roll them as I get to his tip, clenching those muscles. He groans again.
“Faster,” he growls. “Take me deeper. Oh fuck, that’s it. Just like that.” His words send pleasure spiking in my pussy. I take him deeper, and I swear he swells inside me, thicker and thicker. I scream with my next breath.
As I watch him, my mouth hangs open, my lips tremble, and my thighs burn. My muscles are clenched so tight around him that I’m going to break if I don’t come soon.
“Come with me,” he whispers on a shaking breath.
Oliver’s hands roam, and he grabs each of my breasts in his palms, squeezing and pinching my nipples between his finger and thumb.
I cry out from the pain and pleasure. He leans forward sucking one berry-colored nipple into his mouth.
He smiles around it when I clench, my muscles sucking him deeper into my body.
Oliver lets go of one breast and slides his hand down over my ass.
I clench and release when he penetrates me with his finger.
I bite my own lip until blood wells. I feel so full; the stretch of it is intense.
When he wiggles his finger in my ass, I grab his shoulders, lift up, slam back down, then swivel my hips as I pop back up.
It’s so good I get lost in the pleasure.
He fucks me with that finger while I hop up and down on him, losing my mind. It’s all too much.
“Oliver, I'm going to come!” I scream as I start to shake with the impending orgasm.
I feel the rasp of his fangs against one breast. Blood wells up to the surface, and I watch with a sick sort of obsession when he sees the blood on my skin.
He licks it up, and that’s all it takes.
I slam my hips down, taking him as deep as he’ll go, over and over, until Oliver’s yells meld with my own.
He spills inside me as I force my pleasure inside him.
I feel his cock swell impossibly bigger, then he spills again.
I scream, breath rushing from my lungs, riding his thick cock into a heavenly orgasm that continues on and on, seemingly endless. It’s my energy, it’s keeping us tethered in this moment, forcing a pleasurable feedback loop from me to him, then back again.
“So fucking good. I want you to fuck me for days, till I can’t come anymore. I need more. Fuck me!” I’m still coming, still riding his dick like a desperate bitch. I don’t know what on earth is happening to me. I’m lost to the beat of our fucking, utterly addicted to him.
I’m floating on a wave of ecstasy that won’t let me go. There’s no hope of surfacing again; I wouldn’t want to. I can get lost in him forever, and that’s my idea of heaven.
He pulls out, and I scream, “Need you, please!” He lifts me up to the edge of the tub, bending me over it.
Then he fucks into me so deep I scream at the depth.
His hands are on my hips, pulling me back with every forward thrust. I’m like a helpless, fucking doll. I couldn’t hold myself up if I tried.
He growls against my spine, “You’re so fucking slick and tight. I can’t get enough. Tell me to stop! I don’t want to hurt you.” His pleas are desperate. He’s losing himself, just like me.
I shake my head as I lift my hips higher. “It feels so good, please, baby. Please don’t stop.”
I’m coming when he lifts me up against his chest and bites my neck again. I shout and shout, barely able to fill my lungs with oxygen because we’re tethered once again by my energy, locking us into place.
Oliver is suckling at my neck, his hands bruising my hips. It’s so good, the pain, the pleasure. He’s everything, it feels like he’s everywhere. I tilt my head back over his shoulder, closing my eyes. “Don’t ever stop.”
The growl that comes from him is entirely his monstrous side. “I won’t stop until you pass out, baby. Then I’ll fuck you while you sleep. I won’t be able to pull out. You’ll only wake up to come on my cock. Would you like that?”
I moan at his filthy words. “I like it. Need more. Need it all,” I cry out as he seals the wounds at my neck and pulls out, leaving me painfully empty. Oliver lifts me out of the bath and stands in front of the mirror, and I’m shocked by the sight.
It’s not Oliver at all but his demon, fully formed.
Oh shit, the monster is here. He’s finally here. The weird thing is I already know exactly who he is. I’ve known him most of my life. I take in the beast and tears swirl in my vision.