Chapter 37
Carmello
Now
Three hours later, Olivia and I escape to my house and waste no time undressing each other.
She moves to the top of my bed and I hover above her, kissing her stomach, licking her sternum, gently taking her nipples between my teeth.
She arches into me, body begging for friction while I run my mouth over her breasts.
I want everything, all of her. She smells like shea butter, and that alone can drive me crazy.
But I’m consumed by her moans and the way she says, “Oh, God. Mello, do that again.”
I lower my body and let her writhe against me while we kiss.
She’s wet, and grinding with her unravels my self-restraint.
I’m twitching and aching to be inside of her, but when I push up to a sitting position to put on a condom, and spread her thighs, she grips my forearms. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?
” I ask, holding eye contact while pushing into her slightly with a smile on my face.
I’d rather her think I’m teasing than to feel weird about me asking if she feels okay for a third time.
I researched endometriosis after she told me she had it.
It says sometimes sex can be painful and your partner might not say anything because they feel too embarrassed or want to please you.
Paying close attention to expressions and body language is key. I won’t take my eyes off of her today.
She pouts and says, “Mello, you’re going to get cussed out real soon with the way…”
When I slide in, I steal her words. She digs her nails into my forearms, throws her head back into the pillow, and cries up at the ceiling. “Wait. Wait. It’s so damn big.”
I pause there and try to focus on her face. Her needs. Whether she feels good. Because just pulsing inside of her while she’s clenched around my shaft this tightly tells me I’ll be fighting for my life not to come quick. She feels perfect. And this is her. My Olivia.
“Okay,” she breathes out and I begin moving again, slowly building a rhythm while she adjusts to my size and thickness.
Soon, I’m collecting her moans like they’re the prize through her open-mouthed kisses.
I’m hungry to hear every variation of the way she whimpers when it starts feeling too good.
And it’s enough for me to know I could last all night long if we had more than a couple of hours.
We spend the time we do have so well though, and when Olivia bites my shoulder and grips my ass, urging me deeper, she tells me what she wants. “Harder, faster, more.”
I flip her over and a startled laugh vibrates her body.
She’s quick to get into position, arched perfectly for me.
I smack her backside then push into her again.
This time, we both cry out. Shit. It’s so fucking deep.
We move in sync: our bodies slamming into each other on a rhythmic beat.
But I can’t see her face to be sure that, if she experiences any pain, it’s slight compared to her pleasure.
I stop, lean my body over the side and tug her chin toward me. “O. Tap on me, give me a safe word, or do something wild, but you have to tell me if it hurts, okay?”
She closes her hand over mine and sighs contentedly. “I promise, Mello.”
“Thank you, baby,” I say, and then she pushes back into me to give me herself again and again and again.
I’m still careful while I stroke. Stopping to throb inside of her and take her whimpers as a sign of when I should start again.
When she drops her body to the bed, exhausted but still wanting me, I come down on top of her.
Grind against her ass, God, it feels so good, hold her hand, reach for mouth kisses that are hard to get in this position.
We’re slick against each other, and I love this, but I want to see her face again before we run out of time.
She whimpers as I pull out, but when I tell her to get on top of me, she seems as happy to stare into my eyes as I am hers.
She needed to be closer to me like this too.
While she rides me, I brush her hair from her face and kiss her collarbone.
When her face starts to take the shape for an orgasm, she slows down, but I’m greedy to see it happen.
I grab her hips and work her out, listening to the way she sounds coming undone for me. She’s so beautiful.
I bring her low to my body and while we’re chest to chest, I can feel her heart beating against my heart when I come too.
Afterward, I kiss the crook of her neck, she puts her mouth on my shoulder, and it finally hits me that we’re back together. We built separate lives but even time couldn’t keep us apart forever and all we needed was to be in the same space before gravity pushed us toward each other.