“Good things take time.” He says against my belly as he unbuttons my jeans and begins pulling them down my legs. His mouth follows the denim dropping kisses and licks along my legs.
“Let’s not rush perfection.” Oliver says as he pulls the waistband of my panties taunt and releases it to deliver a stinging snap to my hip.
“Fucking tease.” I accuse through gritted teeth.
His teeth flash in a smile before he pulls my panties to the side and gives all his attention to my dripping core.
One long lick between my lips before his tongue begins thrusting in a mimic of what I want him to do with his cock. A cock I haven’t even seen yet. In mere minutes his mouth has me arching and pawing at the sheets as fire blasts through my veins and my mind goes blank.
He waits for my orgasm to subside before he withdraws his tongue and begins lapping at the mess between my thighs. I’m shaking like a leaf in a thunderstorm by the time he pulls himself away from his feast.
“Still wanna call me a tease?” He asks as he wipes his bottom lip with his thumb.
I shake my head rather than answer him verbally. His smile returns full force before he hops up from the bed to slip out of his jeans and plain black boxers. I slip my panties off before he gets the jeans off and I toss them somewhere in the direction of my discarded bra.
As he resettles on the bed, he palms my thighs spreading my legs wide to make room for his hips. The feeling of his bare skin against mine is glorious. My hands are clasped in his beside my head as he lines his cock up with my entrance. He slides in with a single smooth thrust. It’s a snug fit and I moan as he begins to move. Rocking his hips against mine steadily over and over. I cross my ankles behind his hips drawing him deeper.
My head falls back as his pelvic bone slams against my clit. He’s gone from gentleman to feral and his sole focus seems to be fucking me right through the mattress.
I meet every thrust with one of my own. Needy whimpers and moans fall from my lips as he pushes me closer to the edge of coming. I fall apart as his thrusts stutter and warmth floods my core as he finishes inside me.
We collapse in a boneless pile, and I begin to drift off to sleep when his voice causes me to stir.
“Hm?” I mumble.
I’m tired and all I want is to cuddle until I fall asleep. He seems to have other plans because he plants his hands on either side of my head and lifts himself up to his elbows.
“I should’ve asked before I came inside you.” He grits out. Eyes wide and hair mussed, he’s never looked better. Jerk.
“Read the room.” I complain.
I wrap my legs back around his waist and squeeze him with my thighs. He looks ready to argue and I’m just ready to skip this conversation and sleep until he’s ready for round two. Because I want a second round, and maybe in the morning a third. And for that I need a nap.
“I could’ve pushed you away.” I tell him in my most serious tone. The one I normally use in meetings not when I’m lying naked in bed with a man for the first time.
“Yeah but-” He begins, and I cut him off immediately.
“I’m on birth control.”
After a pause he nods, and I take that as the end of the conversation. I release my grip on his hips and nudge him so that we’re laying side by side.
“Now hold me like you didn’t just have a crisis in the middle of our afterglow.” I command.
Oliver is silent while I wiggle in his arms until I’m perfectly comfortable. His arms squeeze me gently when I finally find the right spot. I’m falling asleep when he kisses my head softly and whispers, “Perfection.”
Oliver
Stretching out across the jersey knit sheet I bump Gabriella with my wrist. Her skin is warm in contrast to the cool air. Rolling over I cuddle up behind her and wrap my arm around her waist. She grumbles a bit when I nudge my other arm under her pillow.
“You’re too warm.” She complains.
I ignore her. I’m freezing and I’ve found my own personal heater. I fall asleep to her mumbling about headstrong volcanoes.
When I wake up again the bed is cold and I’m alone.
The scent of bacon reaches my nose just as I hear a cabinet door bang shut.
I’m about to slip my jeans on when I notice a pair of grey sweatpants draped over the bed. Grateful, I drop the jeans in a heartbeat. I wasnotgoing to enjoy going commando in the rough denim.
