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No one kisses me like he does.
Even as young and inexperienced as we were when we’d first kissed in that closet, I never could match that feeling with anyone else.
With every one of his kisses, each stroke of his tongue and his guttural moans sliding down my throat, Oliver seeps back into my pores, my blood, deep into my bones, and my very soul.
My insides simmer, my clothes too confining, my skin too sensitive, and the thrumming low in my core heightens the reawakening of a long-buried desire.
With my underwear now near soaked, I slide my hands down to grab his backside and pull him into me. The long, hard outline of his erection pushes into my stomach.
He leans his forehead against mine. “Fuck, Wren.”
“That’s me.” I kiss the tip of his chin, smiling, and the muscles in his face pull upward to do the same.
My hands release his ass, and I playfully push him backward, testing that the desk is where it should be. Oliver backs up until he can’t anymore, and I press into him again.
Wordlessly, he understands and bends his large body to sit on the edge of the desk. He spreads his rock-hard thighs and drags me between them.
The salty-fresh scent of him burrows into my senses, and I take his mouth again while tugging his shirt from his waistband. My hands slip under the material and glide wild and free over his incredible abdomen.
He wrenches his mouth from mine. “Jesus, what are you doing to me?”
His fingers throb and flex in my hair, and before he has a chance to stop this, my mouth covers his once more. My hands resume their wandering over his hard planes and corded muscles as they tighten and jerk beneath my fingertips.
Finally he relents, and his hands drop from my face to pull up my dress until cool air touches my thighs, ass, and panties. He explores the backs of my legs, up, up, and up. Wherever he touches me, my skin burns.
His mouth skates over my collarbone, and I groan softly at the scrape of his teeth as he finds my panties. I shamelessly rub against the palm of his hand as it cups my sex through my soaking-wet underwear.
“You’re drenched.” He sounds both awed and pained, and it makes me laugh. Duh, of course I’m wet and oh, so ready.
He hooks a finger in the crotch of my panties and pushes them aside as he continues to grind the heel of his hand against my clit.
My knees buckle at the pressure, and fingers curl into his hot flesh. “Oliver.”
He kisses me again, long and hard. His finger slips inside me, then he rubs my arousal over my clit in slow, deliberate strokes. I bite his bottom lip, and he chuckles while switching to his thumb and increasing the tempo to fast, mind-blowing circles.
One finger slips inside me, pumping, then two, harder and faster as he twists and crooks his fingers in a way that brilliantly hits my G-spot, making the stars light up behind my eyelids.
“Yes. There. Just like that.” I hardly recognize my voice, breathless and needy.
Holy hell, this…no one else has ever made me feel like this. And the sounds I make, unfettered, almost feral, reverberate around us.
“Oliver, I’m going to?—”
His mouth seals mine, tongue probing, as he drinks in my gasp of pleasure. “I got you, Wren.”
I spasm around his fingers, legs trembling, muscles tightening, and I cling to him. He mutters something indecipherable as my climax surges and sends my world spinning. Both electrifying and shocking. I muffle my whimper against the scruff of his neck.
My stomach growls like a dragon storming the room, and he chuckles. The shake of his body is like a sweet aftershock to my sex, and he withdraws his fingers and rights my panties.
He pulls away slightly and I’m unable to make out what he’s doing and busy myself with straightening my dress. We’re still touching. His breathing is heavy, heat radiating off him, and a long slurp or sucking causes me to freeze, then a loud pop.
I stare up at Oliver, all dark angles and shadows, so wishing I could see him. Did he just do what I think he did?
“Wren, it sounds like you’re hungry. You should taste yourself.” His slick fingers tap on my mouth to open and he feeds me my arousal. “You’re fucking phenomenal.”
I suck on his long, thick fingers, and heat sparks in my core, wanting him, all of him. He moans at the flick and twirl of my tongue around his digits.
“Fuck, if you weren’t hungry…” He doesn’t finish his thought and removes his fingers. His other hand brushes my hair. “Let me feed you.”
