The hair on his head tickles my legs as he continues kissing me, each touch of his lips a tease that makes me need him more. He keeps his head down, not bothering to look up at me. “Hmm?”
“Please.”
“I want to hear you tell me what you want,” he says. His voice vibrates against my shorts.
“I want you.”
“You want me to do what?” he prods.
I don’t know why I feel shy now, as if he isn’t already just a piece of fabric away from what I want him to do. “You know what I want.”
His lips move up my other thigh. “Tell me,” he says. “Or I won’t do it.”
“I want you to eat me out,” I tell him. “And then I want you to fuck my brains out.”
Without wasting another second, he grabs my waistband and pulls my shorts down, bringing my panties down with them. Before my shorts even hit the floor, his mouth is back on me, except this time there isn’t anything in the way. I had thought that this felt amazing yesterday, but somehow it feels even better right now.
I grab onto the sheets because it feels like doing so is the only thing holding me to the bed right now. His hands bracket my hips, holding me in place, his fingers squeezing me with each flick of his tongue like he just can’t get enough of me. I lose all control. He holds onto me tighter, letting me ride out my orgasm against his mouth.
When it begins to taper off, he releases me. He gets off the bed to pull his own pants off. I watch, my eyes dropping down to his waistline. His underwear drops down, but my gaze stays fixed where it is.
“My eyes are up here,” he says with a smirk.
I laugh, blushing. “Get back here.” Rolling onto my stomach, I lean over and grab him by the hips, pulling him back to me. He drops back onto the bed, turning me so that I’m on my back again.
He props up onto his elbows so that he can look at me. Our bodies come together at our chests. I can feel every inch of him below that. His hard length rests between my legs, but he doesn’t enter me yet.
“Do you need me to beg for it?” I ask. I bend my knees over his back, pulling him closer to me. When his length presses against me, I feel an aftershock of the orgasm he gave me just a minute ago. “I need you inside of me.”
He reaches for his backpack on the nightstand and pulls out a foil packet. It’s not the same sheet of condoms that Tina gave us. He rips it open and puts it on. “I brought my own,” he says when he looks up at me. It’s like he can read my mind.
He repositions himself between my legs, then eases in slowly. I bite his shoulder as he inches in. I can’t bear the wait any longer. I wrap my legs around his backside and pull him all the way in. He pulls back out and pushes in again, harder this time. Each time he fills me up, I feel like I’m brought outside of my own body, like I’m both watching from above and feeling every inch of him at the same time. He buries his face in my neck, his hot breath arousing against my ear.
His body is like ecstasy and he’s feeding my addiction. I need it to survive and I’m starving. The way our bodies move together feels like he was designed just for me. He wraps his arms around me and then rolls with me so that he’s on his back and I’m on top of him. He holds onto my hips as I rock against him. His hands trail down my thighs and back up again, tracing the curves of my waist and then cupping my breasts before settling back down on my hips.
“I love the way you ride me,” he says.
He watches me with dark eyes, taking me in. I lean forward so that my chest is against his. My hair falls over his face. I can feel the buildup coming as I ride him. Every nerve ending stands on edge. I use his body for my own selfish pleasure, but he doesn’t seem to mind. This feeling intensifies, and I keep riding it higher and higher until I can’t hold on anymore. I tip over the edge and as I come, I dig my fingers into Oliver’s shoulders. I shudder out a moan, not caring how loud I am or if anyone else can hear me.
Just when I think that it’s over, Oliver grips my ass and thrusts into me, keeping the waves of this orgasm going until it’s clear that it was just the beginning. I lose all control of myself as he takes over my body. I’ve never been here before—not on this level that he has me on now. It’s the touch of his hands as he feels my body and the way he whispers the things he wants to do to me. He rolls me onto my back again and as I ride out the final waves, he pushes deep into me once more. I can feel his cock throbbing as I pulsate around him.
When he finishes, he lets go, dropping his body onto mine. Our chests move together as we breathe in sync. He props up onto his elbows so that he’s not crushing me with his weight. I trace the ridges of his shoulders and back with my fingertips. He watches me. I feel like I don’t need to say anything because somehow it seems like he’s inside my head and he knows all of my darkest thoughts.
I’ve already made the mistake of assuming he can read minds once, though. I’m not making it again. “I feel amazing right now,” I tell him. “Thatwas amazing.”
He smiles. “Youare amazing.”
He dips down and touches his lips to mine. Even though he was just inside of me, his kiss sends a tingle over my body that makes my toes curl. He rolls off of me. I turn onto my side and rest my head against his chest. It’s quiet in the cabin. I can hear his heartbeat, the chirping of birds outside the window, and the humming of the refrigerator downstairs.
I close my eyes, listening to all of these noises. My heart rate slows. My mind quiets down and I…
My eyes fly open. I sit up and look at Oliver, who seems surprised by my sudden movement. “Do you think that Tina and Ryan were being a little weird about the hike they were going on?”
He laughs. “Why are you thinking about Tina and Ryan right now?”
“I wasn’t, but something they both said just popped into my mind.”
He frowns. “What was it?”
