Chapter 23
Oscar
Building a fruit and cheese tray with a massive boner is not something I’ve done before, and to be honest, it makes things a little more difficult, and that’s also not something I imagined.
The thought of her stripping down in my room makes the restraint from storming back in there empty handed feel impossible. So when she comes walking out of my bedroom in the set I bought her today, I drop the glass of wine in my hand, ignoring the sound of it shattering on the hardwood.
I close the distance between us in seconds, practically tackling her to the floor, stumbling to catch my balance as I kiss her all over, backing us into my room. This time, I don’t have the patience to take a few seconds to close the door behind us.
We barely make it to the bed before we topple over in a pile of limbs. She giggles, and I pause, taking her in. I didn’t buy this to let my hormones, resembling a teenage boy, take over to the point that I miss the view.
Her long hair is sprawled out beneath her, and her porcelain skin is a stark contrast to the dark fabric.
The way her hips and breasts curve takes my breath away, but the thing that has me stopping in my tracks is the tiny freckle next to her belly button.
It’s perfectly placed, and sexy as hell.
I bend down and swipe it with my tongue and she shudders beneath my touch, arching her back ever so slightly.
“You are even more perfect than I imagined,” I say as I continue to lay kisses over her skin, working my way up her chest. Her nipples are perfectly pebbled beneath the fabric, and it’s just sheer enough that I can make out the muted dusty pink color.
I want to take this off and get a better look, but I know how desperately she’s been wanting to feel sexy in this set, so that will have to wait.
I kiss her neck and she moans as she fumbles with the button of my pants.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” I ask, hoping she’s not going to pump the breaks on us right now.
“You bought me this with something else in mind?” She laughs.
“Mare.”
“Oz, if this wasn’t what I wanted I wouldn’t have put it on. I would have said thank you, and that would have been that.” She continues to unzip my pants as she talks, her eyes never leaving mine.
“It was an assumption, buying them to begin with.”
“Well, you assumed right.” She smiles. “Now get naked so I can feel your skin on mine.”
I don’t hesitate. I do exactly as she asks, ripping my clothes from my body before lowering so I’m hovering just over her perfect body.
“I had a really hard time convincing myself not to take you into a closet today, knowing I had this in a bag waiting for you to put on.” I place a soft kiss against her cheek.
“Is that why you were all grumpy?” she breathes out. “Being horny makes you angry?”
“When I want you and know I’m hours away from having you beneath me for the first time, yes that makes me angry.”
“Humm.” She smiles as I lay soft kisses down her neck.
We’re both silent for a while as I explore her body through the fabric. This set was made for her.
As I lay kisses along her skin, I pause for a moment when I finally reach the skin right at the top of her thigh. It would be so easy to spread her open and claim what has been mine for a few weeks now, but I want to savor every second.
I plant soft kisses and licks along her thighs, moving from the outer skin to just beneath her entrance.
She shifts and tries to get me where I know she needs me.
“Oz, please,” she finally whispers out in the silent room.
“Please what, baby?”
She doesn’t respond, she just lifts her head off the pillow and glares at me. Clearly she’s not one for playful games when she’s hot and needy. Noted.
Not wanting to ruin the fun, I slowly guide my fingers beneath the small opening in the center of the fabric.
I use two fingers to hold her open and groan at the sight of her silky pink skin, glistening in the soft lights illuminating my room.
I move one finger in circular motions around her opening, watching as her arousal increases.
It’s only when my patience snaps, that I lean in to get a taste.
When I run my tongue softly over her skin, she bucks off the bed, letting out a soft moan.
When I get to her clit and trace tiny circles with my tongue, she shivers.
“I love how fucking responsive you are to me,” I say through a smile, not even sure if she can truly hear me.
Her fingers dance through my hair, and after a few seconds of laying soft licks across her opening, she pulls me up to her and kisses me with so much urgency, I almost come right there.
“You can’t kiss me like that. I’d like to make it one time with you without coming in my pants, babe.”
This earns a laugh from her. “So I’m guessing you won’t let me lick you back?” Her eyes are wide.
“Not tonight.” I smile.
“Well then…” Her words hang in the air as she lines me up with her entrance.
“Can you get a condom from my drawer?” I ask.
“I have an IUD. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time, Oz. If it’s ok with you, I really want to feel you.”
I groan, wanting nothing more than to feel her wrapped around my skin. “Mare, I’ve only ever been with one person, but I have no idea how many partners she’s had, and I haven’t gotten my results back yet.”
“Ok.” She pauses for a moment, clearly surprised by my confession, then smiles leaning over to my nightstand and finding a condom. “But I get to put it on, ok?”
I prop myself up on my knees so she has full access, and I don’t miss the widening of her eyes as she tears the package open with her teeth. As she unrolls it over my skin, I break out in a small sheen of sweat, fighting the urge to come.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her.
“For what?” she asks between lust coated breaths.
“I’m not going to last long.”
Knowing this will be much faster for me than her, I reach over to the small satin bag on my nightstand and pull out the rose gold nipple clamps.
She gasps. “You got everything I had on my wishlist.” She smiles, pulling the fabric of her bra down to expose her nipples.
I kiss them before placing the clamps on them, and her response is electrifying.
After placing the second clamp on and running my tongue over both, I reach between us and run circles over her clit until she is shaking beneath me.
When I apply a little more pressure, I feel her quake, and thrust my fingers inside just in time for her to come all over my fingers.
When she comes down, she lifts my fingers to her mouth and licks them clean, before lining me back up with her entrance.
When I slide inside, the heat and pressure from the aftermath of her climax have me picking up pace.
I pump in and out of her a few times before she crashes her lips to mine again.
She pulls me into her, as if I can get any closer.
It’s intense, and intimate. I bring one hand to her breast and adjust the clamp, loosening the friction so I can remove it and feel her nipple beneath my fingers.
She moves her hips in reaction, and I use the motion to push deeper inside.
But it’s not until she breaks our kiss and makes direct, lust-coated eye contact with me, that I fall over the edge.
This woman is going to be my complete undoing.