10. Olivia #2
I nodded, and the lucidity I’d briefly held disappeared into the growing anticipation and desire flooding me.
Some people would whine that such consideration was “unmanly,” but whatever.
They could chew on a wet frisbee for all I cared, because I found it intensely sexy to be so cared for.
So considered. It made me feel like I wasn’t the woman who had her birthday hijacked by two of her siblings, who was so chronically put last by everyone that my youngest brother knew he’d have to hide a Key lime pie so I could have my favorite dessert because no one thought to do that for me.
And goodness, that feeling was wonderful.
Would I be able to go back to what life was like before I knew what it was like to be treated this way?
I didn’t think so, but maybe that was a good thing. And then I stopped thinking at all, because Keith was pushing in.
Oh.
My.
God!
True to his word, he went slow. Achingly, agonizingly slow. I could feel every single centimeter he gained. I wanted to tell him that he didn’t need to be careful or treat me with kid gloves, but I was too busy breathing through it to verbalize anything.
“There you go. You’re perfect,” Keith breathed, and I could only watch the ecstasy across his features as he continued pushing forward. Steady. Carefully. “Just like that, Olivia. So fucking good.”
I whimpered at his praise, my mind fuzzy around the edges.
No one I’d ever kissed or hooked up with had ever sounded so wrecked, so possessed, and he wasn’t even fully inside me yet.
Whatever happened, I knew what Keith and I were sharing would be the benchmark against which I measured all future romantic liaisons.
Unless... unless there were no other romances going forward, and I’d found someone who I could spend the rest of my life with.
Down, girl! First date! And remember, he is human!
Right. It was funny how common sense flew right out the window when it felt like his cock was nearly reaching my stomach.
“Almost there. Almost there, baby. You’re taking me so beautifully. So fucking perfect.”
I didn’t think I’d ever been called perfect before outside of a class, and I let those words wash over me as he pushed deeper and deeper into me.
It was as strange as it was intoxicating, the feel of him reaching parts of me that had never been reached, stretching me farther than I ever had before.
There was a slight burn to it, and maybe even a little bit of a sting, but the unyielding heat and pressure of it had every nerve in my body lighting up like a Christmas tree.
Who knew that such rapture could be found in a mountain of a man with no wolf of his own to speak of?
That’s okay, I can be his wolf!
This time, there was no opposing part of my brain telling me to be reasonable or to get down.
No, all of me was lost, and I had absolutely no intention of returning to reality until I had my second orgasm and got to see what it looked like when the handsome man on top of me lost himself to the pleasure he derived from my body.
“There you are,” Keith growled when he was fully seated in me, his hips flush to mine. I loved the contrast, the contradiction of his gentle personality with his powerful body. “You took all of me. I knew you could.”
He said it with such pride, and that pride flowed into me. Of course I could do it! I could do anything, especially since this particular anything was taking the cock of a man I was insanely attracted to.
I kissed him for all I was worth as my body adjusted to him.
Keith moved his hips slowly to help me along, his hands roving over my body.
Gripping me there, caressing here, teasing my nipples in a way that made me clamp down on him.
It truly felt like he was enraptured by every single part of my body, even the parts I hated and desperately tried to forget existed.
With the way that he looked down at me and sank his fingers into me, I knew he didn’t see love handles, simply handles that he loved to grab.
He didn’t see hip dips as much as he saw another place to hold, to possess.
It made me feel like a femme fatale, and I finally fully realized what Amanda had been trying to tell me.
No matter what changes I made to my outer shell, no matter what was in vogue, I, as a person and a wolf, was worthy of celebration.
So, it was about time I started acting like it.
That thought issued a gasp from my very soul, and Keith seemed to take that as his cue to begin rocking a little more.
I certainly was not opposed to that. I brought my hips up to meet his as best I could.
I still wasn’t completely adjusted to his size, but I was completely ready to get going.
I wanted my world rocked, and I wanted it rocked now!
Soon, rocking progressed into outright thrusting. If my soul hadn’t already left my body, it did then, the air in my lungs leaving with it. And while I knew many women wouldn’t like the tenuous line between pain and pleasure we were straddling, I, for one, was all for it.
“More,” I gasped when I could breathe again. Little starbursts exploded behind my eyes when he reached something deep inside of me and tilted up.
I had a feeling that Keith had a somewhat snarky reply for me, but then I wrapped my legs around his waist and brought my hips up to meet his with force. He nearly choked at that, which had me smirking in response.
I should have known better than to gloat, because he raised an eyebrow and, unlike me, he was capable of stringing more than one word together.
“Oh, it’s like that, is it?”
“Yeah,” I croaked back. Not the most erotic sound I’d ever made.
Keith pulled back, then thrust in harder and faster.
“Fuck!”
“That’s what I thought.”
My mind went blank as the pleasure part of the equation grew more, and more, and more until that delicious spark of discomfort that had been on the edge of things disappeared entirely.
I could feel that fizzing, bubbling sensation building up in my pelvis again, and suddenly, I realized there was something I really, really wanted.
“…ride… ou?” I mewled between two particularly intense thrusts, the kind that made me want to dig my nails into Keith’s back and rake down his skin until he bled. However, considering he didn’t have enhanced healing, I stopped myself from giving in to the instinct.
“What was that?” Keith asked slowly after a moment, his tone concerned. It pleased a very large part of my brain that he immediately paused once he thought that something might be wrong.
“Can… I… ride you?”
The slow grin that spread on his face made me want to make him come so hard that he couldn’t think straight for a week.
“You sure you can?”
That got my vocabulary back into action. “Do you think I can’t?”
“I would never doubt you.” He carefully pulled out of me, and my entire pussy and abdomen ached from his absence. It was like an echo that demanded to be filled.
He settled beside me, and I appreciated the width of his king-sized bed, because I was able to get onto my shaky knees and straddle him without any risk of falling off. There were few things I hated more than being on top but feeling the mattress side giving way under my knee, making me uneven.
Keith held my waist with one hand for support and offered his other so I could grip it for balance. I didn’t need any help with that, but I took it anyway, if only because the point of connection was nice. Intimate, even.
“If you get tired, let me kn—”
I sank down onto him in one smooth, unbroken motion.
“Shit!”
“You’re welcome,” I said, breathing heavily. Was I being a little cocky? Perhaps. But that was what happened when I had a good cock in me. Keith looked like he wanted to say something, but I didn’t give him the chance. I pushed myself up with my thighs, then sank back down again.
“Olivia!”
God, I liked the way he said my name.
And I also liked the new angle, because he hit something deep and aching and wonderful within me. I could feel I wasn’t going to last long, and I most certainly was not mad about it.
My thighs were, though.