10. Olivia #3
Thankfully, they didn’t have long to complain, because within a handful of minutes, I was almost there, and I barely was able to warn Keith of it.
“That’s it, come on me. Come while you’re riding me like that,” Keith murmured along with a litany of other praises as he moved one hand up to cup my breast. “Wanna see you let go. Wanna see how beautiful you look when you come.”
Considering he was staring at the underside of my chin, I wasn’t quite sure how he could say that, but he sounded like he meant it, and I wasn’t exactly in the position to debate him. I gripped his hand harder, bouncing and rocking, forgetting to hold myself back.
With most people, that probably wouldn’t be an issue.
But most people were people and not a wolf shifter.
Suddenly a near-deafening cracking sound filled the room, and then I was falling.
I dropped down at least a foot and a shocked scream escaped my mouth only to be cut off by a deep moan as Keith’s full length buried itself inside me.
Oops, I might have broken his bed frame. I’d let myself get a little too wild.
“Sorry,” I murmured. I was trying real hard to care, but it was difficult when I was so close to an orgasm.
“Don’t be,” Keith said, grinning from ear to ear. “That was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me. Besides, I am a carpenter after all.”
His logic was impeccable. “So keep going?” I hedged, not wanting to sound selfish.
“Olivia, if you stop, I might actually go insane.”
“I’m right there with you,” I said with a laugh.
I picked up the pace again, adjusting to the change in the way the bed bounced now that it was, for all intents and purposes, on the floor.
I gave it my all, the sound of the headboard banging against the wall my own personal drum line, even though I was the one being banged.
That was bad, even for m—
Lightning struck my spine and I jolted ramrod straight.
“Fuck, Keith, I’m—” A sound almost like a howl ripped out of my throat as every muscle in my body locked up.
Keith gripped me harder and pumped up into me, drawing out my orgasm even longer.
“Olivia, I’m close,” he cried.
I fought to get oxygen into my lungs and looked down at him. “Come inside me.”
With an ardent pistoning of his hips, I felt him release within me, warm and primal in a way that nearly redoubled my climax.
Or maybe it was all in my mind. But it didn’t matter if it was psychosomatic or somatic, what mattered was that it just was and my head was in the clouds while my body was…
I dunno, whatever afterlife people went to in order to orgasm really hard. I wasn’t exactly religious.
But the entire night with Keith was making me wonder if I could be, because this was beginning to feel like worship.
Together, we tumbled through our mutual orgasms, clinging to each other in a way that had to be holy. Keith came down first, and it was only once the buzzing in my ears faded that I realized he was talking me through the waning intensity of mine.
“God, you look so beautiful like this. I could watch you come this way every single day and it still wouldn’t be enough. There you go, there you go, just breathe for me. You’re perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.”
I tended to go nonverbal in bed so I could concentrate on all the good feelings, but I didn’t mind him talking.
In fact, I liked it. It was like he filled the space in a way that I couldn’t.
Although we’d only had one very long date, I definitely got the impression we were like that in a lot of different ways.
Alike in all the important aspects but filling in the gaps where the other one needed a little help.
When my orgasm finally released me, it was like I was a marionette whose strings had disappeared without warning.
One moment, I was still stiff and quivering, locked in the throes of passion and pleasure, the next I was toppling forward.
Keith caught me and lowered me to his chest. My legs were throbbing.
I might actually walk funny tomorrow, but only because of the lack of my own conditioning.
I really need to do more than go on pack runs...
But any sort of conditioning or cardio could wait for another day, because at the moment, I was completely and utterly content. There was nothing I wanted to do more than fall asleep against the warm, broad expanse of Keith’s barrel chest.
Well... I supposed there was one other thing that I would really, really like.
“You wanna do this again sometime?” I croaked, my mouth dry. “Not just the sex, the whole date thing. It was nice.”
It wasn’t the most elegant way to ask someone on the second date, but also, it was the only time that I’d ever had to, and I was surprised I could even form intelligible sentences considering how blissed out and boneless I felt.
Belatedly, that pessimistic part of my mind said that if he told me no, our post-sex cuddle would be awkward.
“I couldn’t agree more. How does next weekend sound for you?”
I smiled into his chest, so happy that I knew it was going to follow me into my dreams. “That sounds perfect.”