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But that’s all it takes.
The world explodes around me in bright light, and I can’t help but scream his name over and over in surprise because holy shit, it’s never felt like this before. All the times I’ve touched myself, it’s never been anywhere near this incredible. I can’t control the way my body spasms and quivers, or the way the feeling goes on and on as he continues teasing me. There’s no drop-off. It just extends until I think my brain might melt. Because there’s no way I can live through this, right? It’s too much.
But it does eventually fade off, and I’m relieved to finally collapse in a trembling, whimpering heap. Once the fog wears off I realize he’s kissing my temple, my cheek, my jaw. “Beautiful. So beautiful.”
I think my heart is going to burst. I’ve never felt so cherished, so completely seen and accepted and wanted. I knew it would be this way. I just knew it. I turn my head, hoping to catch his mouth with mine, but now he’s creeping down my body like he wants to eat me again.
Not that I want to stop him, but there’s something else I want first. “Let me do that to you.”
“I’ve died and gone to heaven,” he growls, crawling back up to where I’m waiting and rolling onto his back. His dick is thick, flopping against his lower stomach before twitching and standing up. The mushroom head glistens and I watch, fascinated, as a bead of moisture oozes from the tip.
“I’ve never done this before,” I admit. “This is all new to me.” n
“Just take your time. And no teeth.”
“That much, I know.” I can’t believe I’m doing this. Wrapping my fingers around him, stroking his long shaft before letting my fist close over top of his head. I pick up the moisture there and rub it down his shaft, which he seems to like a lot better.
“Take your time,” he advises again, now a little breathless. “And when you’re ready, put it in your mouth. Nice and slow. Let me feel that tongue.” Just hearing him talking this way is enough to get my juices flowing again.
My heart’s pounding as I lower my head. I part my lips and take him inside, running my tongue along the underside of his shaft before he hits the back of my throat. He lets out a ragged groan. “Good girl.” I never thought those two words together could ever sound so hot.
I raise my head before descending on him again, listening to his reactions to see what I should do next. “Press your tongue against it,” he growls, pulling himself free from my mouth and rubbing his finger over a spot directly under the head. “That’s like my clit.” I hold him in my hand and flick my tongue against it and he grips the sheets, twisting them. “Fuck, yes. Put it in your mouth again.”
Now I’m eager to follow his every instruction. I just want to make him feel good, the way he made me feel good. He sets the pace with a hand against the back of my head and I suck a little harder, making him moan my name. “Olivia, oh, God, yeah…”
It’s like the sweetest symphony. Hearing him moan my name. I want this to last forever. I have to remember every little thing, every moment, every feeling. I’m going to need the memories to look back on when I feel lonely and neglected someday.
And I’ll remember this, the way he moans my name so helplessly. The way he finally pulls himself away, sitting up to kiss me. “Any more of that, and this will be over too soon. I don’t want to blow my nut down your throat.”
The way he rolls me over and lowers himself on top of me. His delicious weight pressing me into the mattress, one forearm sliding under my shoulder while with the other hand he positions himself against my dripping entrance.
I’m so ready for him. I want him so much. My heart is so full, it’s amazing It doesn’t take up all the room in my chest. I’m amazed I can breathe.
I want to tell him I love him. The words are right on the tip of my tongue but he kisses them away before entering me. I gasp softly, trembling as our bodies meet and are locked together. This is all I’ll ever want. Until the day I die, this is it.
And then he’s kissing me, and I’m kissing him, and we work together as he moves inside me. I wrap my legs around him, crossing my ankles, holding him as close as I can. I feel every inch of him, feel his base rubbing against my clit, feel the light perspiration under my hands as I run them over his back and shoulders, dragging my nails over his skin as I whisper his name again and again. Helpless, lost in him.
“Olivia… my Olivia…” His, yes, his. A fresh wave of heat sweeps over me and I sink my teeth into his shoulder, and he rewards me with a deep thrust.
“A little rough, huh?” he asks with a soft laugh, then buries his face in my neck, lapping at my skin as he rocks me back and forth with the force of his strokes. I start moving with him, experimenting, thrusting my hips upward in time with his thrusts. And that feels good, that feels better than good, so I do it again.
He moans his approval, and the vibrations from his lips run through me. I’m getting close again. “Beckett, come with me,” I whisper. He lifts his head and I brush my lips over his. “Please.”
“Do you think you could make yourself come for me?” he asks before slipping out, then getting up on his knees between my thighs. “Show me. Let me watch you finish yourself off.”
A flash of embarrassment sweeps over me, but the thought of how hot this is wins out. He takes himself in his fist, stroking slowly, his eyes fixed on my pussy. I bite my lip before sliding my fingers through my slickness. I’m still so sensitive, and a soft sigh slips out of me as I start to work my clit.
“That’s right. Touch your pussy for me. It’s so fucking hot.” His heated whispers give me more confidence, that and the way he stares with half-lidded eyes as he furiously strokes himself. He’s getting off to me. Because of me.
“I’m going to come… oh, God, Beckett… I’m gonna come…!”
His fist is a blur. “Yeah… yeah, come for me…!” And then I explode and he follows close behind, cum coating my stomach in one spurt after another while I tremble and moan. My body is exhausted, shaking and weak. But I’ve never felt more alive. More connected.
At least we had this. This one night, this early morning. I can live off this for the rest of my life if I have two—and I know I will. Because there’s not a man in the world who could compare to him, now looking down at me while wearing a lazy, relaxed smile.
And again, I want to tell him. That I love him. That he’s ruined me for any man after him. That no matter where I go or what I do or even who I’m given no choice but to make a vow to, he’s always going to be the man I love. Nothing is ever going to change that.
But that would only make things worse. And I don’t want to make this awkward, these list minutes together in this way.
