My insides coiled at the thought of this being a repeat occurrence.
He removed his hand from my pants. Before I could protest again, he hoisted me off the counter, my legs wrapped around his bare torso and he took a few long strides to the bed before sprawling me out on it. He fell on top of me, using his arms to pin me in and keep his weight off of me. I greedily grabbed onto the back of his neck. My entire body writhed, dying to feel him against me.
I tugged at his boxers and he chuckled.
“Take these off,” I demanded when I couldn’t reach my arms farther down his legs.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, pulling off his boxers and letting his full length spring free.
“And these.” I pulled at my own pants before he grabbed the waistband and tugged. His biceps bulged as he ripped off my leggings in one quick motion. Now he hovered above me, both of us completely naked.
My core pulsed with need as I took in Oliver balancing above me.
“You sure about this?” he asked, his tone serious.
I traced one of his pecs, relishing the pure bliss of the moment. Nothing could beat this—the way my body hummed in the anticipation of our first time.
Oliver had been right. Thisdidfeel heavy.
“Oliver, I have wanted you to jump my bones since basically the first time I met you,” I whispered.
He kissed my forehead before leaning up and reaching for something on his bedside table.
His fingers moved back to my slick center and he slipped his fingers in again, priming me for him. With his teeth, he ripped open a condom and rolled it over his length with his other hand.
He moved back above me.
He wasn’t even inside me yet, and I was already consumed by him. His scent. His being. His everything. It had never been like this for me. Eagerly, I guided him to my entrance, treasuring every millisecond before I finally got to feel him move inside me. His tip slowly pressed into me, easing in inch by inch until he was inside me completely. My body welcomed him. Everything inside me went off like an explosion. He let out a raw, guttural moan the first time he rocked back and forth. My hips met his and the timing was delicious.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he grunted as he slowly moved in and out of me, almost teasing me with his cock.
I met his movements with more desperation, forcing him to pick up his tempo.
The mixture of him inside me and my clit rubbing against his base had my impending orgasm flowering quickly. Maybe I should have been trying to savor this, but I couldn’t stop. Instead, I arched my body up, increasing the friction between us.
He kissed me deeply, as if he was trying to burrow inside of me. I couldn’t focus on one thing. The building pressure as he moved inside me. How passionate his kisses were. How my heart was about to beat out of my chest. I’d never felt this alive. Not ever. Oliver was bringing me to life when I hadn’t even realized I was dead.
He thrust, deeper than I thought possible. I moanedloudly as my nails dug into his back. We were both chasing relief.
“I don’t want to come too soon,” he said breathlessly, stealing a kiss, but not slowing his movements.
“I’m right there too,” I barely managed to pant out.
A few more beautifully synced thrusts and we both toppled over the edge, limbs tangled in one another’s.
I laid there, unable to move as he pulled out and flopped onto the bed next to me. I was floating, coming down from the high.
That was hands down the best sex of my life.
For a second, I wondered if this would be weird. Would Oliver bolt? Would he act strange toward me after all this build up in his mind?
But instead, he leaned over and planted a kiss on my forehead, then one to my lips. “I promise I’ll last longer next time.” He looked down at me like I was something special—like I was his.
“Me too,” I breathed, tilting my head up and kissing him again.
“I like you so freaking much,” he said with a huge grin, before rolling over to spoon me, my head laid against his shoulder.
It wasn’t weird. Not even a little. It was perfect.
