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After that, everything is a blur. The passion rises within me again to agonizing heights. I can only see his stormy eyes and feel his cock pushing it to me, biting back my cry as he stretches me to the limit. At the same time, I don't want him to stop. I think I might die if he does.
I can feel him cursing some more as he grasps me and starts to thrust faster, almost angrily, with a passion I appreciate. Our eyes meet again, hold as we go at each other like animals, both driving forward to clash again and again, making sounds of battle and conquer and surrender.
Until we both hit the peak at the same time.
I scream.
I hear a guttural sound escape out of him as he floods me with his cum.
I can't breathe properly for what feels like hours after. We both lay there on the island, attempting to take in breaths while refusing to acknowledge the way our world has just shifted.
Or at least mine has.
My brain isn't working well enough to comprehend the full magnitude of what I've just done. It's wrong, for sure, but I can't bring myself to care. I've never been fucked that good in my life. Not even close. And as much as I hate the fact that I slept with Oliver, it's maybe the best mistake I've ever made.
"Fuck." He suddenly shifts into motion, getting to his feet. I watch him wipe himself off with a paper-towel and tuck his dick back in, before zipping up his pants. My body feels cold without him there, but I focus on his face instead.
"What is it?"
"I have a meeting," he says without looking at me. "I need to go."
"Oh." I try not to let the disappointment show. There's no way this could have lasted anyway.
But I also don't want to see the look of regret on his face.
"I'm sorry," he says, and I hate hearing it, but then he continues. "This wasn't supposed to happen."
"Don't worry about it," I say, pulling myself to sit up again and pressing down the humiliation as I right my clothes. "It's a mistake. We'll just chalk it up to a stupid mistake."
"This can't happen again," he says, even though his gaze seems to fight that statement.
I nod. "It goes without saying."
He opens his mouth to say something else, but then changes his mind and shakes his head.
And then he leaves, while I sit there for the next thirty minutes feeling the lowest I've ever felt in a long time.
Chapter Twelve
Oliver
WhatthefuckdidI just do?
It’s the first coherent thought that occurs to me. It only comes after I'm out of the cottage, sitting in the truck, mind running through everything that just happened.
I just fucked Delilah for the past thirty minutes or so.
And was so sated that I would have fallen asleep on top of her, just like that.
I wanted to carry her to bed after, and just lay down, holding her. That was the part that confused me more than anything.
I tend not to be the cuddliest guy after sex. Usually, I'm counting down the seconds until I can get out of there. But not this time.
"What the fuck is happening here?" I mutter to my steering wheel.
I just can't figure it out.
It’s a good thing we clarified that this would only be a one-time thing, and I'm glad she agreed because we can't do it again. Shouldn't have done it the first time. It’s definitely a mistake and had I been thinking, I would have stopped it.
