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I gasped as he pushed his pelvis against me insistently. He leaned in, our mouths all hot air and desire while he tempted me, but was careful not to let our lips touch. I squirmed in response but he waited, patiently asking me to make my final decision.
I twisted my hands and he released them, standing back slightly so that we were no longer touching. I lifted my palm and flattened it tenderly against his heart, feeling the buttons through his sweater.
I closed my eyes for a short moment. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. A look of agony crossed his face before I balled the fabric in my fist and pulled him to me, slowly raising my mouth to his. For one precise second that we contacted, we sighed into each other, and then he was wrenching me from the wall. His hands reached beneath my thighs and lifted me effortlessly so my legs wrapped around his waist.
He kissed me hard as we moved, and I furiously undid his tie before being thrown on the bed. Our mouths reconnected as I landed into fluffy down, and my shoe hit the floor with a loud thud. We ground into each other with fiery need until he sat back to pull off his shirt. I took in, for the first time, the perfectly formed muscles that pushed and pulled with every movement. He was lean and muscular, hard but graceful.
Those muscled arms imprisoned me against the mattress allowing me to run shaking hands along a coarse, marble chest. I leaned up into his earthiness, inhaling a heady pine scent a second before he reattached his mouth to my lips. Greedily, my hands ran over his warm, naked skin, relishing the firm muscles that detained me.
He pulled the dress over my hips and disconnected from me. With a glance down, he groaned at the white lace panties glowing against my skin. His fingertips hooked under the elastic and I exhaled into his mouth. They dragged along my skin, sending me into soft convulsions. I bucked against his hand reflexively as his fingers reached beneath the lace to find me slick with longing. I bit his lip softly when he slid a finger along me. Clumsily, I pulled at his belt buckle until it gave. Metal struck the floor when I threw it, ringing through the room.
“You think for one second,” he said hoarsely between kisses, taunting me with his finger, “that I haven’t wondered what it would feel like,” he paused, rubbing me harder, “to be inside of you, since the moment I laid eyes on you?”
I moaned as his words brought me to a new level of arousal. Scorching eyes fixed on me as he stood and speedily unbuttoned his pants, stepping out of his clothing in one graceful movement. His erection was impossibly big, and the thought of taking all of him inside me sent a ripple of heat up my aching body to my face.
He impatiently pulled at his socks and hopped away, leaving me panting, before returning barefoot with a condom.
Disappointment flooded me. “I’m on birth control.”
“Trust me, there’s nothing I want more . . .” He leaned over the bed and planted a kiss on my pout. “But we have to be extra careful.”
I nodded, waiting with my hair fanned out beneath me, lustily watching him affix the condom.
He took my arms and tugged me to him, reaching back and unzipping the length of my dress. He drew a sharp breath. “No bra,” he commented approvingly, before lifting it over my head. I sat before him with drawn knees, hugging my arms to me. He unfolded them, drinking in my naked body. “You’re incredible,” he whispered. His fingers crooked into the elastic of my panties again, and I lifted up as he pulled lightly, dragging them over my bent knees and down to my ankles, where they fell to the floor.
He was pushing me back onto the mattress, and his tongue ravaged my mouth; I pushed back, letting my teeth nip at his bottom lip. He let his weight cover my quivering body as he slid his arms underneath, pinning me to him. His hips moved against me, and his kiss matched their hastening pace. I became even wetter under his control; he was so maddeningly rigid against the inside of my thigh, rubbing his length up me, sliding along my opening before hitting my clit. I thrust upward when I could no longer take it, opening my legs wider, steepling them for him.
“David,” I exhaled. “Please, David,” I begged. “I can’t . . . I can’t take it.”
He eagerly spread my legs further apart with his, and bared me to him. He reached between us and deftly inserted the tip of himself into me.
“Oh, Olivia,” he growled, looking to the ceiling in pleasure. “You’re so wet. So ready.”
“Please.” My voice was high-pitched, impatient to fill the endless ache.
He moved onto his elbows, and I let a small sound escape as he eased into me, pushing himself all the way in. I breathed in sharply as he exhaled. I clenched the sheets beneath me in unforgiving fists. My walls molded around him, and he felt like heaven inside me. It was what I’d been missing all this time.
I didn’t know how my face looked in that moment of pure bliss, but he whispered, “Are you okay?” We remained that way, momentarily immobilized by the sensation, until I managed a quick nod.
His breath quickened as he sought my mouth, kissing me as though it were the last thing he would ever do; it was needy, tender and fast all at once. “Hang on to me,” he instructed.
He pulled out almost entirely and drove inside of me with a guttural groan. I gripped his arms and had only a second to wrap my legs around him before he thrust again, wrapping me up into his rhythm. His pace accelerated quickly, giving me exactly what I wanted and more than I knew I needed. Within seconds he was mercilessly driving into me over and over, yes yes yes, he moaned as though he were reading my thoughts. He reached for my hair and yanked it, bowing my head to allow him access to my mouth as we fucked.
Our bodies moved greedily after months of built-up tension. I cried out brokenly at his relentless thrusting, muttering inaudibly as warmth began to build within me. My orgasm mounted swiftly and without mercy, pulling me into a world I’d never been.
He kissed that perfectly sensitive spot behind my ear, and I licked and sucked the wet saltiness of his neck. He whisked my forearms above my head in an iron grip, pushing them into the mattress. Firm hands skated along my skin and intertwined our fingers, squeezing them as the thrusts came more and more frantically. “Oh God, you are so beautiful, open up for me, baby,” he rasped.
Thoughts of opening and closing, inadequacy and flaws began to rush over me. Here I was, underneath the most beautiful man in the world, and I was certain he was the answer to questions I’d stopped asking long ago. Could I do it for David? Warmth receded as I gave into the anxiety, knowing that I was too flawed, even for him.
“Hey,” I heard and opened my eyes, not realizing I’d been squeezing them shut. “Come back,” he said, never breaking our rhythm. “Come on Olivia, come back to me. Look at me,” he instructed. I met his eyes as he moved into me, slightly slower but with more force. The change in momentum had me gasping for air and the heat rekindled, drawing me into him. “Olivia,” he moaned with such intense need that I moaned back at him. My legs pulled him closer, urging him deeper.
“That’s it baby, oh God, that’s it,” he said, picking up his pace again and never losing eye contact.
“Yes, David,” I cried suddenly. My bloodless fingertips tingled in his grasp, and my thighs began to shake with the force of an impending explosion. He kissed me with the same amount of force, giving me the push I needed to surrender.
“Let go, baby, let go,” he uttered against my lips. Holding onto the edge, I instinctually constricted myself around him. “Oh fuck, Olivia,” he shouted, and I lost control. My entire body seared with fire and the world went white around me. I gave myself over to the first blissful wave of pleasure that ripped through me as he called my name over and over, coming fast and hard with me.
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I didn’t know how long we had lain there. When I fell back to earth, I found our breathing had synced. As our fingers were still linked, he was still inside of me, securing his collapsed weight to me.
Just as I began to doze, he drew back and smoothed his hands over my hairline, brushing the strands from my face. “Mmm, Olivia.” He kissed t
he place the hair had been, then my cheek and my neck, lingering with each contact. “I have never,” he whispered into my neck, “never come that fast. You drive me wild,” he breathed. I felt my face redden at the admission and bit my lip shamefully.
Gently, he reached down to pull out of me. He threw the condom on the ground and sat back on his knees. The world slowed when I sat up to face him. A heavy pit formed in my stomach as we watched one another, and the scope of what had happened hit me violently. Oh my God. What have I done?
I looked down at my naked body, examining my adulterous hands. My face contorted as tears threatened. I shook my head and covered my face, trying desperately to hide from him what was coming. “No,” I whispered into myself.
“Olivia,” David’s voice begged. I lifted myself from the bed, wanting only to run away, but fell to the ground as my shaky legs buckled beneath me.
