Chapter 22
Leo greets us at the door when we walk in, his tail hitting everything in his path. He’s so happy to see Olive again. I watch him as he circles around her, searching for Lottie.
Olive gives him generous head pats before scoping out the living room. Her eyes trail around until they reach me. I can see the determination in her expression. No more waiting; this is it. I have dreamed about this for a long time, and we are here in the moment now.
I lead her to my bedroom, fully shutting the door behind us.
Olive slowly walks over to the bed, running her fingers along the linens.
She turns to face me as she sits on the end of the bed, patting beside her for me to join.
I walk towards the bed, unbuttoning my shirt.
Her eyes trail down my body, then back up, watching as I slowly remove each button.
She runs her teeth over her bottom lip. “I’ve admired how pleasant you look in your plain t-shirts but seeing you tonight in a black button-up really caused dirty thoughts to run through my mind.”
I click my tongue, unable to control the grin her comment gave me. “I’m thrilled to know that I’m not the only one having dirty thoughts.” I pause right in front of her. She leans back on the bed, propping up on her hands.
She scans my body until her eyes meet mine.
“My question for you, Olive, is, what about your dreams?”
She tilts her head up at me and replies, “What about them?”
I lean down, placing my hands on her thighs, sliding them up to where the bottom of her dress now sits right below her ass. “Do you ever dream about me?” I growl.
Her cheeks slightly redden against her tan complexion. She hesitates at first, then admits, “Yes, often.” I instantly feel my dick harden beneath my jeans. No more waiting.
I motion for her to scoot back onto the bed; she doesn’t ask questions as she slides back, now lying flat.
I remove my shirt and throw it on the floor. Her lips are slightly parted as I climb onto the bed, hovering over her. I lean down, using my hands for support, and kiss her exposed neck. I can feel her pulse increasing beneath my lips.
I bring my mouth to her ear and whisper, “I have dreamed about you since the night I met you. And touched myself to the thought of you.” She lets out a long, breathy exhale. I bring my gaze back to her just inches away. “What do you think about that, my spicy Olive?”
She slides her tongue across her top teeth and lip. “I think I need you to show me,” she rasps.
I laugh through my nose. “Good answer, darling.”
I trail kisses down her neck, stopping below her collarbone. I twirl my finger around the straps of her red dress before clenching them with my fingers. “May I?”
Without a verbal response, she places her hands on top of mine and slowly pulls the straps down, over her shoulders, and down to her stomach.
She then lifts her ass, allowing me to slide the dress completely off of her.
I pause momentarily, taking in the naked view of Olive Sage Landers.
She’s so fucking perfect, from head to toe.
And just as I had imagined, she isn’t wearing panties. I watch her chest rise and fall, long, wavy, ash-brown hair resting on her chest, reaching down below her perky breasts. She is a masterpiece that became my obsession. And to think she is all mine.
My mind goes back to our intimate moment under the pier, the taste of her on my fingers, and how it made me crave her even more.
I hover over the top of her, planting sensual kisses along her collarbone, moving down to her breasts.
I start at her left nipple, circling it with my tongue; I feel it quickly harden beneath my touch.
Her breaths come in quick gasps now. I lift my gaze to meet hers; she watches me closely, her mouth slightly agape.
I continue my path further down, her smooth, toned stomach covered in goosebumps with each kiss I left behind.
I reach down to her inner thigh, giving a gentle nip; she lets out a hiss.
I position myself so that I am on my stomach, between her thighs.
I wrap my arms around her legs. This feels very familiar and is exactly where I want to be.
Seeing her bare and vulnerable before me sends sheer pleasure through my veins. I need to taste her because this is no longer a dream I’m living in, and the anticipation is building at my core. I sense that it’s building for her too. I kiss right above her lady parts, looking up as I do.
Olive’s head falls back on the bed. The way she reacts to my every touch makes me wonder if fuckface ever focused on making her feel good. I quickly remove the thought of him touching her.
That’s okay; I have every intention of making sure her sexual desires are met tonight.
I position myself just where I want to be. I’ve never considered a female’s sex to be beautiful, but goddamn, Olives is perfect. I lick my lips, preparing to devour her.
I bring my eyes back up to hers. “Can I taste you, Olive?”
She looks down at me nervously, sucking in her bottom lip. Then she gives me a slow, approving nod. I no longer hesitate. I slide my tongue up her center, and she instantly bucks her hips upward, letting out a loud yelp.
I grip her legs tighter to keep her lower half positioned. Once again, I run my tongue through her center, hitting right where intended. Loud moans flow from her lips, which in return causes me to grunt against her sex. Tonight is about her.
I continue to caress her with my tongue, applying pressure with each fixed stroke, sucking her throbbing clit into my mouth. I feel her body shudder. She’s already so close to coming undone for me.
Boys often create a facade to please girls, proclaiming their ability to meet any female sexual needs.
Meanwhile, those same girls are laughing with their best friends about how so and so failed miserably in the pleasure department.
Not all, but most women fake their orgasm.
Either out of feeling a sliver of pity for the cocky fuck that just raw dogged all the wrong places or just to avoid an awkward conversation afterward.
Learning a woman’s body is quite simple, really.
There are three things to focus on: body language, pace, and location.
Once you grasp the concept of each and their importance to the female body, you’ll gain access to all their sexual needs.
If you go into it only thinking about your pleasure, you’ll surely get a woman who’s a good actor in the bedroom.
I can’t enjoy myself if my partner is faking it through. I need her in it with me. And a real man makes his girl feel good, and right now, all I’m focused on is catering to Olive. I want her entire body convulsing when I’m done with her. And I am confident that I’ll get her there.
Olive’s hands move to my hair as I continue to ravish her clit with my tongue.
I remove my right arm from her thigh, curling my middle finger inside her.
Her tight pussy clenches to my finger. I start with slow, deep pumps, clicking my tongue on her center in a beautiful rhythm.
Her breathing pattern is fully unhinged now; I look up, witnessing her eyes rolling back as she chews her bottom lip aggressively. I could cum from the sight of it.
I can feel her tightening around my finger, showing she is close to her release.
I slowly slide my finger out, and a small whimper escapes her lips.
I sit up on my knees, maintaining eye contact with her.
She observes as I unbutton my jeans. I can’t wait any longer; I need to feel her around my dick.
I slide off the bed, walking over to my nightstand to retrieve a condom. Olive props up on her arms, still out of breath. “We don’t need one of those,” she states hoarsely.
I peer over to her with a questionable look.
“I got on birth control a couple of weeks ago. I wanted to be prepared for if we ever made it to this point. I-I wanted our first time to be real.” Gods, this woman makes my knees weak.
I can’t hide the devilish grin that stretches across my lips. That means she got on it before the beach trip. My little sneaky girl.
“Are you sure?” I murmur, brows furrowing.
She looks up at me, and the fire in her eyes almost steals my breath. “I have never felt so sure in my life, Theo.” With those words, all I feel is starvation deep in my bones.
My pants and boxers fall to the floor beneath my feet. I wrap my hand around my hardened length, stroking it gently as I approach the bed.
Olive keeps her eyes on my movement, sucking in her swollen bottom lip as I climb onto the bed.
Sitting up on my knees, I spread her legs, coming in between them.
I hover over her once more, cupping her ample breast in my palms before stealing her mouth and sliding my tongue between her lips.
She moans heavily in my mouth as we steal each other’s air.
My dick rubs along her sensitive bud, causing her to arch her lower back. I can feel that she is soaked for me. When our lips are released, our eyes bore into each other, and I see a reflection of us both. There is so much lust, but mostly, I see love. We both have wanted this for so long.
“Are you ready for me, Olive?” I breathe.
She anxiously nods her head before placing her hands on either side of her head. I position my dick at her entrance, then brace my arms on the bed. I slowly thrust forward, feeling my tip stretch her entrance. She throws her hand over her mouth, muffling a cry.
I push in a little further, already feeling pressure down there. Holy fuck, she’s so tight.
She keeps her hand over her mouth with her eyes sealed shut. I steady myself and grab her hand, removing it from her mouth. She opens her eyes to look up at me.
“I want to hear you scream for me, Olive,” I murmur.
I then pin both of her hands together above her head and thrust all the way in, stretching her more. She screams out. A loud howl fumbles from my throat. She follows suit, not holding back the pleasure she is enduring.
I continuously roll my hips, giving her my full length, ensuring I hit every wall inside of her. “Fuck, you’re so tight around me,” I grunt out.
Olive wraps her legs around my back, thrusting her hips into mine. She is so captivating. I increase my speed, pounding in and out of her greedily. Every nerve throughout my body has heightened. I let her hands go and wrapped mine around her petite waist, slamming myself into her repeatedly.
“Oh my God, Theo,” she mewls. Her legs shake vigorously around me, and I feel the pressure building inside me. My vision is getting fuzzy; this is pure ecstasy with her.
“You are mine, baby. Do you understand?” She nods her head up and down. “Say it,” I growl.
She breathlessly retorts, “I am yours.”
I quickly grab her and sit back on my knees, bringing her to my lap, never pulling out of her. Her arms naturally wrap around my neck.
I love the way her hips dip and meet her plump ass. I’m savoring every second with her. I grab her bottom with my hands and start rolling her hips back and forth. We both moan in sync. The way her pussy has me in a chokehold it feels too damn good. I could live inside of her forever.
Olive throws her head back, sweat beading along her hairline. Sliding my hands up the sides of her stomach, I dig my fingers in slightly, and with no remorse, I bounce her up and down. Olive adds more weight and follows along, slamming her ass onto me.
The sound of our heated bodies molding together sends me over the edge. I feel her body trembling, her insides pulsating around my throbbing dick.
“Fuck, Theo!” she moans, her orgasm crashing through her. Pleasure consumes me entirely, and I let out a low, heavy growl as I come undone inside her.
We ride out our rapture together like two avalanches, growing stronger and destroying everything in their path.
She eventually slumps over in my lap, her lungs needing air.
My dick jerks inside her as we both climb down from the highest mountaintop.
My vision slowly clears as I come back to level ground.
I rub her back softly, placing her long, sweat-drenched hair over one of her shoulders.
I kiss her shoulder blade, feeling her fire-hot skin against my lips.
I slowly fall back on the bed, pulling her against my chest. Our hearts pound viciously against one another.
I hold her tightly, never wanting to let her go.
I don’t know how much time passes, but we say nothing; we just lay in silence, reminiscing what we both know was more than just a fuck. We made love to each other. And it’s the realest fucking thing I’ve ever felt.