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Imade a split decision. I wasn’t going to give myself a chance to overthink. I grabbed his hand and pulled him with me. We wound our way through the crowds and headed up to my room. I closed the door quickly behind me, locking it.
“Are you sure?” Oliver asked.
I went straight to his arms. “More sure than anything in my life.” My lips found his. Our tongues met and danced. The feeling of his arms tightening around me was heaven. We matched together well. Our bodies molded against one another as if we were made for each other.
I’d never believed in soulmates or anything like that, but Oliver ignited parts of me I didn’t know existed.
His hands, big and strong, roamed my backside, resting on my lower back before slowly sliding down to grip my behind. I gasped at the firm touch, his tongue stealing the small sound.
My knees weakened, and I clung to him. Oliver scooped me up, and I curled against him as he carried me to the bed. He stripped his shirt and tossed it, revealing a hard, muscled chest, lightly furred with dirty blond curls that made my fingers itch with the need to discover their texture.
I kicked off my boots, and I shimmied out of my skirt. His eyes widened with hungry appreciation as his gaze skimmed my body. I started to remove my panties, but he stopped me. “Let me,” Oliver said, dropping to his knees to press slow kisses along my bare thigh, coming to a stop at the lacy fabric clinging to my hips. I sucked in a tight breath as his fingers plucked at the delicate panties, drawing them slowly down and off. His gaze, hot and amazed as if he’d just discovered the Holy Grail, fed my starving ego. “You’re fucking beautiful,” he murmured, shucking his pants, revealing a hard erection that sprung from his trimmed groin.
I didn’t know how to accept a compliment from a man staring at my cave of wonders. Oliver didn’t give me much of a chance to fumble through an awkward response. I groaned as his mouth descended between my parted legs. He wasted no time in burying his face between my folds, seeking my clit with his mouth and tongue like he was on a mission from God.
His fingers slid inside me while his mouth worked magic. I was quickly losing my ability to muffle my moans. My fingers clutched at the bedding as my legs began to shake. I tried to hold back my orgasm because I didn’t want it to end, but there was no stopping the coming train.
I stiffened. A choked wail escaped my lips as I crashed hard into my orgasm. Waves of pleasure curled my toes and left me whimpering, but he wouldn’t stop. He kept going. He sucked at the swollen, sensitive nub, coaxing another orgasm in quick succession, and I forgot about trying to keep it quiet. I didn’t care if the whole house heard me coming.
I lost count of the times I came. By the time he slowly pulled away, his face slick with my juices, looking like a glazed donut with a feral, satisfied grin, I was too weak to lift a finger or even reciprocate. Oliver chuckled as I groaned, gently rolling me over to my stomach and pulling my hips up. I gestured toward my nightstand, managing a raspy, “Condoms, first drawer,” and moments later, he was sheathed and buried inside me.
His guttural groan as he sank balls deep ignited a new fire, and I found the strength to rally. His hands gripped my hips as he drove into me. I purred like a kitten as more pleasure cascaded through me. Oliver was hitting all the right spots like he had a map to all my trigger spots, but if he kept up the same pace, I was going to come again, and I’d be useless.
But I wanted to be selfish. I wanted to lose myself in the sweetness that I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed.
Or maybe had never actually tasted.
I mean, I’d had orgasms with Roger, but it’d been hit and miss. Roger had always been more about his pleasure than mine. Whatever toe-curling had happened had been thanks to my efforts, not Roger’s.
Oliver focused on me.
As if he read my mind, he slowed his pace and withdrew carefully so I could flip around. Our gazes met, and I knew what I wanted. I wanted to ride his cock. I wanted to look down and see his face as I clenched his cock between my pussy lips.
He climbed to the bed, and I followed. I straddled him, sinking onto his ready cock with a gasp, loving the way he filled and stretched me. He had the kind of Big Dick Energy a woman could get addicted to. I rocked on his cock, working the angle to hit my G-spot. Juices trickled down my thighs, dripping onto his hips. “God, yes, baby,” he murmured, anchoring my hips with his hands. “Ride my cock. Fuck, yes…”
His eyes rolled up in his head, and he stiffened all over, his mouth contorting on a frozen moan of pleasure, which was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, and he came with a shudder, rasping my name as I quickly followed.
Impaled on his cock, I died a million times. Finished, I fell forward on his chest, breathing hard, unable to think or speak.
This was the kind of dick that made girls do stupid things like fall in love.
I didn’t believe in insta-love, but at this moment, I understood how it happened.
I didn’t know enough about Oliver to love him, but I one-hundred-percent loved what he could do to my body.
I slowly rolled off him, and he pulled the condom free, dropping it in the wastebasket next to the bed, to return to the bed, still breathing hard, staring at the darkened ceiling.
Maybe we were both processing confusing thoughts.
I decided to break the tension with some fun. “I guess it really is like riding a bike.”
Oliver chuckled and nodded in agreement. “If you were worried…you shouldn’t have. You’re incredible.”
I tried not to beam at the sexual compliment, but it tickled me in all the right places. “You’re not too shabby yourself,” I said, nudging him playfully with my elbow. “I mean, I know I’m probably supposed to play it cool and whatever, but, damn, you’ve got skills.”
He rolled to his side and gazed at me. “So tell me how this rebound thing works. I might be game.” I laughed as he came closer, leaning over me—his stare drifting to my upturned, hardened nipples. “You have gorgeous breasts. I could enjoy this view for a very long time.” He dipped his head and sucked a pebbled nipple into his mouth. A fresh moan escaped my lips. My breasts had always been super sensitive, and I loved the feeling of a hot mouth teasing the tips. Oliver murmured against my skin, “Yes, I could definitely get used to this.”
