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“I want you,” I breathe against his mouth. “I want you to make love to me.”
His strong hands grip my waist and raise me above him to line me up with his cock. I whimper and nod, wholly on board with where things are going.Finally.
His thick head glides through my heat, nudging my entrance, and with a hard flex of his hips, he buries his dick deep inside of me.
We fit together like yin and yang. Whole. Each of us only belonging in one place. Here and now with each other.
He fills me, fully and completely, and as I arch my back for him, my hips piston down to pull him impossibly deeper inside me. Our mutual want resides in the calls of our names, the breathless moans and mewls for more, and resonates in every tremor rocking through my body.
I grab my breasts and squeeze them together, serving them up to him like dessert, and he greedily consumes me, licking, biting, and lapping.
The thundering beats of my heart slam into my rib cage with every one of his upward thrusts. My hands latch onto his face, bringing his gaze to meet mine, as my fingernails scrape along his stubbled jaw.
“Yes. This is what I’ve wanted for so long. Yes. You. Oliver.”
His bruising kiss steals the breath from my lungs, and I’d willingly die like this. Give my last breath to have him burrowed so deep inside me, neither of us knowing nor caring where he begins and I end.
For Oliver to take. For me to give all of me to him.
The kiss morphs into gentle sweeps of our tongues and mouths, neither of us stopping or breaking our entanglement. With every stroke and thrust of his cock, Oliver shows me how much he loves me, how long he’s waited for this.
He pulls nearly all the way out until only the tip of his cock stretches my throbbing pussy. Then he pushes back inside with one quick thrust. Our pleasured groans cry out in tandem when his second push is followed by a third and then a fourth just as fast.
The set pace is frenetic. We kiss and kiss and kiss until we are both pulling away for air. My lungs ache with the introduction of fresh air, but I only get a gulp before Oliver is on me again.
He swallows my breathy sighs and pleasured moans with his mouth and tongue, his cock doing the same to my pussy. I pull my lips from his, teeth nipping at his earlobe, and his soft chuckle melts into a low, sexy moan.
Suddenly, as if a lit match strikes dry straw, Oliver rages wildly. His cock plunges into me, mouth tracing the curve of my neck and the slick skin of my trembling jaw.
My thigh muscles shake, and I’m about to explode into a million pieces.
“Oliver, I’m close.”
His fingers dig into the nape of my neck, warm breath skating over my ear. “Give it to me, Wren.”
I throw my head back, delighting in how he clings to me, his touch everywhere. Every merciless stroke is deeper and harder than the one before, and I cry out his name as we both barrel toward climax.
Afterward, we clean up in the bathroom and then he gets some water from the kitchen. As he enters the room, I press a knee into the mattress, ready for bed, and his fingers encircle my ankle to stop me from going any farther.
I peer over my shoulder at him and arch a brow. He studies me for what feels like forever, still naked, ass in the air. “Let’s sleep outside again.”
“It’s chilly out there.” I snag my discarded pajama top and slide it on, already feeling the cool air in my bones but knowing I’ll give in if that’s what he wants.
I love that, like me, he cherishes our childhood memories of the treehouse and wants to recreate them now.
His hand sweeps slow and soothing up my bare thigh, and he bends over me until our lips are inches apart. “I want you under the stars.”
Chapter13
Oliver
Iplunder Wren’s mouth, the sweet taste of her sending a warm humming throughout my body. My hands tangle in her hair, the very distraction that started this spontaneous make-out session.
Not even ten minutes ago, I got a cryptic text from her to go to the storage room at the back of the Nest. There, I found her perched on a table, happily swinging her legs back and forth with a sly smile. She snuck in the back on her lunch break.
We are supposed to be talking; that’s supposedly why she came over. But one look at her cascading red hair and my hands itched to touch those silky locks. To smell her fresh floral fragrance. I can’t stay away. A touch led to a caress then a hug, and once we started kissing, it was game over.
Grudgingly, I break the kiss on a groan. My feet shuffle a few steps back and my fingers touch my lips. My tongue peeks out to taste the remnants of her on my mouth. God, it’s hard to stay away from her.
