“You’re on birth control, right?” he asked and my breath stuttered. He’d been inside me once before, told me he was clean, and at the time I hadn’t given him that trust.
“Yes.” He slid two fingers inside of my pussy, and I groaned, closing my eyes. “Please, Oliver. I’m dying.”
“You won’t. I want to be bare inside of you tonight.” He pushed and pulled, twisted his fingers and drove me to the edge so quickly I thought I might shatter before he did anything else.
“Yes,” I breathed. “I want that.”
I did. I trusted him with every part of me. He’d shown me who he was and who he wanted to be. There was nothing about Oliver Powell that wasn’t making me fall in love with him.
His fingers paused, making me groan with frustration.
“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice thick with need and emotion. He pressed his hand to my cheek and turned my head so our eyes met. “Thank you for that.”
I swallowed thickly, feeling a burn deep in my throat as I saw how overwhelmed he was with what I’d given him.
He’d wanted me to trust him. Needed to know I did.
“Please,” I whispered, begging now and not caring in the least. I pushed against his fingers still inside me. “Fill me. I can’t wait anymore.”
His expression turned wicked with desire as he grinned and kissed me with a ferocity, stealing my breath, before he pulled back.
The click of the bottle of lube echoed in the air like a fog horn and his fingers slid out of my pussy.
“Relax,” he murmured, coaching me again and soothing me with a hand on my back and my ass. “It won’t sting if I go slow, but it’ll feel better if you don’t fight against it.”
I pressed my forehead into his bed, gripping his tie with my fingertips. “Ready.”
He coated me with lube, the cooling sensation sparking goose bumps on my backside, before he slid a finger inside me there. It burned and stretched but was so deliciously wonderful at the same time.
I pushed back into him, groaning at the sensation I was already beginning to enjoy.
“Damn, this is so damn hot,” he growled as he removed his finger.
The rounded tip of the plug that had once terrified me brushed against my opening. Now, curiosity and need toppled it. He pushed, twisted it while I forced my body to relax.
And then he pushed in. I braced myself with my elbows and knees, pushing into the bed at the same time his other hand snaked around to my front. He played with my nipples, ran his hand over my stomach, and whispered encouraging words to me as he slowly pushed it in farther.
“Fuck.” I gasped as I let the plug begin to widen, stretch me open and further than he had before. The burn was minor compared to the sensations rioting inside me.
“You’re doing so well,” he crooned, sliding his tongue and his teeth against the column of my exposed my throat. “So fucking good. I can’t wait to fuck you while you’re full of this plug. You’re going to lose your damn mind.”
I already had. Everything he did made my thighs tremble, made me wetter. Made my core tighten and pulse.
“Ah.” He pressed the plug inside of me and I groaned. His hand at my stomach drifted lower, his thumb running along my clit.
“Fucking hell, you’re soaked.”
“I know. Please.” I wanted more. Needed more. I had never been so restrained, so full…so fucking needy I thought my heart would shoot out of my chest. “Oliver.”
He kissed my cheek again and moved back until he was behind me, his knees pushing me apart, and then he was pushing his thick cock inside of me.
My back arched at the sensation—the fullness in my backside along with him now. Bare. Hard.
So damn good.
“Hell, you’re so tight now, I can hardly move.”
“Do it.”
My plea frayed the last thread of his control and Oliver moved. He pulled out and thrust in, slamming inside me until he pushed me forward. My arms slid out in front of me, his hands on my hips kept me open for him. I gripped his tie feverishly as he fucked me, slamming his dick inside of me before slowly dragging it out. Every sensation intensified tenfold as he slid along the ridged flesh inside of me
He fucked me frantically, burying himself inside of me. He was splitting me apart and at the same time putting me back together.
“Oliver!” I screamed his name as my orgasm hit me out of the blue. I squeezed my eyes closed against the onslaught of his hips pounding against mine and the wild sensations shaking my body.
“Fucking beautiful,” he groaned, slowing down as the aftershocks left my body. He leaned forward, and with one hand quickly untied my wrists before he slid out of me and turned me to my back.
He slid back inside, pushing my legs wide and high. “Hold on to your legs. Keep them spread for me.”
I gripped them despite my arms feeling languid and my body like jelly.
“Eyes on me,” he growled as he dropped down closer to me. “Every fucking time I slide inside of you I feel every part of you.”
Every time he slid inside of me, I gave him every part of me. It was unavoidable and I’d long since quit trying to hold anything back.
I pressed my legs to his sides and rested a hand to his cheek. “You feel amazing inside of me.”
Every shift of his body made the plug scrape against me, causing delicious friction inside me and sending myriad sensations throughout my body.
I kept my eyes on him, my hand pressed to his cheek as he continued fucking me, sliding in and out quickly and smoothly, until his jaw tightened and his teeth gritted together. “Fucking hell,” he groaned and dropped his head and his eye contact from me. “I’m going to come.”
“Please,” I urged. “Inside of me.”
I wanted him, all of him.
He thrust three more times, seating himself balls deep inside of me and at the same time filling me with him as he came, and as he did, he groaned, “Damn. I fucking love you.”
Chapter TWENTY-TWO
OLIVER
Shit.
I’d said it.
It was too soon. Way too fast. I hadn’t meant to say anything, but it had been pulled from my lips with the force of my orgasm, rendering me incapable of holding anything back from her.
She gasped from surprise and her fingers on my cheek flinched. Beneath me, her abs flexed.
I could mask it. I love fucking you. That was what I meant.
Except I didn’t mean that and I’d told her I wasn’t a liar.
“You’re freaking out, aren’t you?” I asked, unable to keep the humor out of my tone in an effort to cover my nerves.
I kept my dick inside of her warm, amazing-feeling cunt and forced myself to meet her in the eyes.
I had never been a sissy, never run from my fears, and I wasn’t going to do it now. Not when I’d laid everything out on the table for her.
“You don’t need to say it back,” I said as I lifted my head and met her gaze, the way she nibbled on her bottom lip. “And I didn’t mean to scare you. Didn’t mean to say it either, but that doesn’t mean I don’t mean it.”
“You…” She blinked rapidly. Her chest thundered against mine as fast as mine was beating against hers. “You love me? Like love me, love me? Or love fucking me love me?”
“I’m beginning to think…” I said, bracing myself on one elbow and pressing my fingertips to her hairline with my other hand. I trailed my fingers through her curls, untangling them from where they’d bunched around her shoulder. “…that there isn’t a part of you that I don’t love, Shannon.”
“Wow.” She swallowed and blinked harshly. “I just…it’s so fast. I wasn’t expecting this.”
“You don’t have to feel the same way.” After her freak-out at meeting my parents earlier, I wouldn’t be surprised. Didn’t mean I didn’t have the fucking urge to hear it, though—to know someone looked at me and felt the way about me as I did about them.
“No,” she said. She relaxed beneath me. “I do. I do feel the same way.”
A slow grin began stretching my lips. “You do?”
“Of course I do. You consume me. Everything about you is something I’m falling in love with. It’s just...the speed of everything scares me.”
“Fuck the speed,” I said, sliding out of her despite wanting to be buried in her forever. “I live my life full throttle, no looking back. No regrets.”
She paused before whispering, “No looking back. I like that. Full speed ahead.”
I rolled to the side and pulled her with me. She wrapped her legs around mine, tangling us together as I brought her lips to mine.
“I love you, Shannon.”
Her lips twitched before her shoulders relaxed and she smiled up at me, thick black lashes rimming her beautiful chocolate-colored eyes. “I love you, too.”
I hugged her to me tighter, kissed her softly so I could show her without words exactly what hearing that from her meant from me, and when she relaxed into my hold, softening toward me and giving me everything she had without words, I pulled away.
“Let me go get a cloth and get us cleaned up so we can sleep.”
Her eyelids opened slowly, as if she was already halfway to dreamland.
I felt the same way.
***
I opened my eyes in the morning and grinned as soon as I saw Shannon sleeping next to me. She had small freckles dancing over the bridge of her nose, her pink lips slightly parted and long black eyelashes fanning from closed lids.