The blouse drops to the floor, instantly followed by my bra, and my breasts spill out.
Oliver’s gazes wander over my body as if it were the first time. “Wow,” he breathes. “You’ve gotten quite good at this part.”
“I practiced,” I tease.
I grab his hand and lead him to the bed. We collapse onto it with a thump and immediately kiss again. Our hands explore each other’s bodies with an urgency that had been absent before.
My soft curves fit perfectly against his hard edges; I can feel my breath quicken, my fingers tracing lightly along the hem of his shirt before tugging it up and overhead. He hovers over me, and I run my hands over his rock-hard abs and muscular chest.
“Happy birthday, Oliver,” I whisper, my lips brushing up against his. I can smell the faint scent of sandalwood on his skin, and it’s all I can do to keep from pulling him closer and kissing him deeply.
Instead, my hands reach for the waistband of his shorts. With a quick tug, they fall to the floor, and I’m left admiring his perfect body in the soft light of the room.
His lips trace a path down my neck, down to my collarbone. He lays a trail of soft kisses down my breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth, and my breath stutters. He pushes me back onto the bed and slides down to his knees, working the button on my pants until he’s stripped me down to my blue lace panties.
“Oliver,” I say, my voice more breath than sound. “You don’t have to…”
“I want to,” he tells me, meeting my eyes. “Aren’t you granting my birthday wish?”
“Not like this,” I respond, but his fingers trail along the outside of my thighs as he pulls my legs apart.
I gasp as his tongue meets my folds, and I slide my fingers into his hair. He brings his hand up to cup my breast, and his thumb and forefinger gently pinch my nipple. I breathe his name, the sound high-pitched and needy, as he slides a finger into me.
“That’s it,” I say, my voice a breathless whisper. “Oh yes, don’t stop.”
And he doesn’t. Moving his mouth to meet his finger, he slides both in and out in a slow rhythm, adding a second finger. My hips are bucking, getting wetter with every stroke of his finger. He kisses his way back up my body, seeking my lips.
When his mouth finds mine, he kisses me deeply, his tongue mingling with mine. I can feel the fabric of his boxers pressing against my thigh, and I can’t wait to get them off, to allow him to sink into me completely.
He rises and pushes his boxers off in a quick movement.
“Please,” I say, my voice full of need as my eyes land on his erection. “I need you inside me now.”
He slides back onto the bed and kisses me softly, his cock pressing against my opening. With a swift movement, he slides into me, and I gasp. He moves in a slow rhythm, and my hips push up against him.
“Harder,” I whisper.
He obeys, his hips moving faster, harder.
“Yes,” I moan. “Oh yes, Oliver. Right there.”
My hands are on his shoulders now, my nails digging into his skin. I throw my head back against the pillow as my body tenses, as all signs of rational thought leave me. He pushes himself deeper, knowing that I’m edging toward the brink myself.
Suddenly, my body begins to spasm, and I feel myself tighten around his cock. He keeps moving, riding me through the waves of pleasure until we both come undone.
He collapses onto my chest, and I can feel his heart beating against mine.
“Happy birthday,” I murmur. “And thank you.”
“Thank you,” he breathes.
We lie in silence, both of us working to catch our breath. I’m vaguely aware of the clock on the nightstand, but I don’t want to think about time. I’m too immersed in the feel of Oliver’s breath as he nuzzles against my shoulder.
I close my eyes and I drift off to sleep, my smile never leaving my face.
Chapter 24
Oliver
