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I pull her up gingerly by her hair and she's licking her goddamn lips. It’s so fucking sinful that I consider pushing her head back down. It’s after nine and it’s clear it’s going to be a long night. She smiles at me a bit breathlessly. If she says something, I can’t hear it over the sound of my pulse in my ears. The university comes into sight, but I keep driving. I expect her to call me out, victorious, but she toys with her lip in silence.
I keep driving and turn into the driveway a few moments later, suddenly feeling the most vulnerable I have in years. There’s nothing to hide. There’s nothing real at risk, but I’ve been closed off and cautious for so long it feels like an invasion. I cut the engine and open the door for Olivia, ready to get her in my arms and bed. Her hands run along the railing of the porch as she climbs the porch steps. I’d love to know what she's feeling and thinking. If she’s anything like me, it’s nerves, lust, hesitation, and anticipation wrapped up with a bow.
Chapter Fifteen
Olivia
ItakeinTomas’sprawling Victorian home with curiosity. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this. I expected modernity through and through, but this place has charm. The living room and kitchen have new appliances, but the bones and decor of the home feel like a nod to classic Massachusetts architecture.
“Did you buy this?” I gasp. “It’s beautiful.”
“No. It was my grandmother’s and I couldn’t bear to sell it,” Tomas says, pacing.
“You seem on edge.”
“I haven’t had anyone here in a long time.” His expression is guarded, and my stomach sours, wondering if he’s changed his mind. Had I been too much?
“Do you want me to go? I mean, today has probably been a lot more than you bargained for.” I fidget with my hands, unsure what to say.
Tomas looks at me like I have four heads. “No, I don’t want you to go, Olivia. I just feel exposed, and it’s not something I’m used to,” he says softly, cupping my face in his hands.
“For what it’s worth, I feel like you can see every cell in my body when you look at me. It doesn’t matter if it's a glance or if you're staring at me in a crowded room.”
“I wish I could see inside you. You’re a mystery that I can’t help but want to unravel.” Grabbing my hand, he leads me through a hallway and up a spiral staircase. His mouth is on mine before he even leads me through the door to his bedroom.
When Tomas pulls his mouth away, the king-sized wooden four-poster bed in the middle of the room is the first thing I notice. His walls are a dark navy, accented by the dark stained hardwood floors and bed frame. After lighting a few candles, he pushes me against the wall and kisses me, deepening it with unrushed movements. My dress falls to the floor in a heap as Tomas pulls the straps down.
"Fuck, you are so beautiful it hurts."
He presses his lips to mine. While our earlier kiss was frenzied, this is slower, sensual. His hands skirt lower, grabbing my waist. He flicks a finger over my hard, sensitive nipple and I can't help the moan that escapes me.
"These are exquisite," he growls into my mouth before dipping lower and pulling one into his mouth. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to the bed, setting me down softly. Tomas wastes no time, kissing me feverishly and planting a trail down my body. He gently bites each thigh before prying them open with sure hands.
“God, you’re fucking soaked, Olivia. Did I turn this pussy into a mess?” I whimper again. The mouth on this man is going to send me over the edge before he even fucks me.
“I guess I better be the one to clean it up then, shouldn’t I?” He doesn’t give me time to respond. His tongue starts a taunting pattern, licking maddeningly softly and slowly. I desperately pull him against me. The harder I buck against him, the less he gives me.
“Tomas, you’re killing me. I need more pressure.”
“If you’re going to boss me around, Miss Hamilton, I’m going to lock you up, so you have no say in how I decide to eat this beautiful cunt of yours.” My pulse leaps at the thought.
“What's stopping you?” I challenge with raised eyebrows and a smirk. Tomas looks up, momentarily surprised. He digs in his closet, finds whatever he was getting, and brings it back. He throws the bar down next to me.
“Absolutely nothing, Miss Hamilton. You better think of a safe word quickly.” He already has my ankles tethered by the time he’s done saying my name. He secures my wrists with a furrowed brow and a satisfied smirk.
“Tsunami.” His mouth is between my legs again before I can even get the last syllable out.
“How fitting.” He mostly stops torturing me and gives me the pressure I need. It’s been mere minutes and my orgasm is already building. The spreader bar takes away my ability to escape or distract myself from the extreme pleasure, and it’s almost too much to take. I feel Tomas’ eyes on me as his tongue ebbs and flows. His hands roam my thighs as he licks and sucks my clit.
“I need something to balance it out. Bite me, hit me, scratch me, choke me–something, please.” Tomas exhales a soft groan before nipping my clit, making me cry out in a tangle of pleasure and pain. I hiss before he soothes with his tongue. His nails dig into my thighs and I edge closer to another orgasm and loss of consciousness. I arch against his mouth and I can’t stop my trembling thighs or my unabashed moans that threaten to wake up his neighbors. He climbs up my spent body, pausing to take each nipple in his mouth before he kisses me like a starved man.
“You taste like honey,” he rasps against my neck. Unbuttoning his pants, he rakes his gaze over me excruciatingly slowly. I have nowhere to hide, spread, and restrained for his pleasure. I feel unnervingly vulnerable with my wrists chained to my ankles, and wait for the nervous spiral my anxiety usually causes to show up uninvited.
“Look at you, Olivia. So wet and ready for me like the good girl that you are.” Tomas runs his hand across my tits feather light, leaving chills in its wake. “Do you even know how beautiful, how fucking sexy you are like this?”
My anxious spiral never comes, but I sure do as Tomas kisses me again and again. He claims me from head to toe as his, leaving no part unexplored. Tomas makes me count my orgasms, like a reward for his valiant efforts. Seven orgasms later, it’s clear I might actually die from too many of them.
He crawls back up my body, his chin glistening. He kisses me and pulls back, hovering his jaw over my lips. “Clean yourself off of me. See how sweet you fucking taste, Olivia.” He groans as I obey.
