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Should have worn a bra today, but Oliver vetoed that idea.
He groans at the sight, takes it into his hand, and pinches the nipple. My head rolls back at the sensation. With access to my neck now available, Oliver takes the skin between his teeth, nibbling at me.
“Do you like this game, princess?”
My hand finds its way to the waistband of his shorts, digs into them, and grips his hard-as-steel cock.
No underwear. The thought sends heat down my body to the pit of my stomach.
Oliver hisses against my neck as my hand strokes against his erection. Each movement is met with a tightening grip on my breast. Oliver pulls his shorts down to the point they are just around his ankle.
Together, we fall into a mess of noises, and our bodies try to meld even further together.
Then, I’m pulled onto his lap, closing any distance we had at the time. In a swift movement I’m out of my shirt and shorts, the only thing remaining is my pink lace choker. I reach behind me and continue to stroke him as he loops a finger under my choker and drags me down, taking my mouth into his.
It feels like we are devouring each other. Too hungry for anything else besides trying to become one.
Oliver growls against my lips as I pick up the pace around his cock. “Baby, that feels so good…”
His eyes close, and his head rolls back, giving me more incentive to keep going. A cool breeze blows over the water, hitting my newly exposed nipples.
I bite down on my bottom lip to trap a noise in my throat.
The boat rocks with each wave. It almost feels like it’s in rhythm with us rubbing on each other. Oliver’s hands move to my ass, grips it, and pulls me further into his lap.
“Use your words, princess. No one can hear us out here.” His mouth pulls up in a smirk as we look around the open water. The land is still in view, but there’s no way anyone could hear me, even if I screamed at the top of my lungs.
It almost feels freeing. I was never like Lotte or Leon when it came to dealing with a crowd. They thrive on talking to everyone in a room. I’m more like Ella in that talking to people always caused this sense of anxiety in me to the point that I just stopped talking unless I was with people I knew.
“Oliver.” Our eyes meet, flaring with desire.
“Hearing you moan my name is so fucking hot.”
Oliver makes me want to talk, want to scream at the top of my lungs.
I let out the throatiest moan I can muster, rolling my hips into his cock.
Oliver’s eyes burn into me as he shifts our position, taking me off his lap and standing behind me.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I don’t think I can wait until later. I need you now.” There’s a strain in his voice, low and trembling like he’s in pain from not being inside me already. “Please let me fuck you right here and now.”
The idea should scare me. I’ve never even thought it would be possible to reveal myself in the open like this.
“It’s just us,” Oliver reassures. “Just you and me together, like we’re meant to be.”
There he goes again, talking like that. My first instinct is to hide away from the feelings blooming in my chest. I look back at him, noticing his intense stare and bated breath like he’s waiting for me to run away.
But I don’t want to run away right now. I’ve never felt safer to be myself around someone. Maybe that’s the scariest part about all of this.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful.”
Heat spikes through my bloodstream at his words. I’m out here naked, without a shred of embarrassment, but the fact that he finds me beautiful does something to me.
I feel my breath hitch at the very sight. It’s not even the first time we’ve had sex. I’m pretty sure this is the most sexually active I’ve been this whole year.
And I know the reasoning is all because of the man standing behind me, ready to rock my world once again.
Oliver grabs my hips and lowering himself so his mouth is just a breath away from mine. “Tell me you’re mine.”
