Paige was riding a fugue of lust so strong, she didn’t even notice she was tipping backwards until the couch cushions were beneath her and her head was semi propped on the arm as Oliver’s big, hard body settled between her legs.
So. Freaking. Good.
She stretched, undulating her body, revelling in the full-length experience as he kissed her, deep and slow for long drugging moments before he was gone again, his mouth teasing a nipple, his hand sliding into her underwear.
Paige’s eyes flew open as his fingers delved into the all the slick between her legs and deftly found the perfect spot. She gasped and clutched his shoulders at how damn good it felt.
‘Right there?’ he asked around her nipple, clearly not planning on relinquishing it.
‘Yes,’ she panted. ‘Exactlythere.’
Her eyes fluttered closed on a surge of pleasure as his finger circled lazily, his tongue slowing to mimic the pace. But when she moaned and shoved her hand into his hair, he picked up the pace, flaying her nipples with attention, his fingers working her clit in simpatico as she panted and moaned and writhed beneath him, her pulse like a hammer through her head as she hurtled towards orgasm.
‘Oliver!’she cried out as that low ripple became two, then three, then more pulling everything to an excruciating, concentrated pinpoint of pleasure until it broke on a powerfulwhooshflooding every inch of her body, showering her in a kaleidoscope of colour and soaking her in warm, electric rain.
‘Olllliver.’
It was a moan this time, low and sonorous, coming from somewhereother,somewhere she’d buried so deep for so long, it felt like the earth was cracking open as she let it go, writhing and panting, clutching his shoulders, holding tight to him as her body bucked through the rigours of her climax and all the time he was whispering in her ear, ‘Yes, yes, Paige… just like that… Yes… I got you… yes.’
And, as the ripples ebbed, his finger action gentled and he dropped butterfly kisses on her cheeks and eyes and mouth but a fever still had her in its hold, her blood thick with the beat of it and she was greedy for more. Greedy for the feel of him pushing into her, for the rise of him over her, for the moment he lost himselfbecauseof her.
Reaching for his boxers, she pushed them off his hips but the erratic thump of her pulse made her dizzy and her fingers next to useless. She gave a frustrated little growl as she met his gaze. ‘Off,’ she panted. ‘I want you inside me.’
The blue of his irises flared at her guttural request. ‘Fuckyes,’ he muttered.
As he swooped in to kiss her, Paige got lost in the mastery of his lips, only vaguely aware of him tugging at clothes and cursing their recalcitrance against her mouth as he awkwardly fumbled them both out of their underwearwithout breaking the kiss.
And suddenly he was right there. No barrier between them. The thick, blunt prod of him so damn good as she wrapped her legs around his waist and whispered, ‘Please.’
Theybothgasped as he slid inside her, thrusting to the hilt in one buck of his hips. ‘Fuuuck,’ Oliver panted into her neck. ‘I never want to be anywhere else.’
Paige concurred.Utterly.But if she thought about it too much she’d ruin the here and now. Future Paige could worry about such a potentially calamitous statement. The Paige on this couch, under this man, joined as intimately as was possible for two people to be joined?
Shewas in the moment.
Furrowing her fingers into his hair, she turned her face, her lips close to his ear as she whispered, ‘More.’
So he gave her more. And more. And more again. Pounding in and out until they were both breathing hard, each withdrawal a prelude to the next breathtaking penetration which only stoked her fever –theirfever – higher and higher. And when he draped her leg over his shoulder and rose up over her, the angle changed and he went deeper and harder and her orgasm was upon her before she could even comprehend what was happening, crying out his name again as it spun her around and around and around.
He joined her moments later on a long low, ‘Yeeeeesssss,’ the rhythm of his thrusts changing as he rode his own release. His arms trembling, their gazes locked as they weathered the storm of pleasure together.
The fever broke as abruptly as it had started, leaving them in a panting heap of arms and legs. Oliver’s big body was pleasantly heavy slumped on top, the tickle of his breath on her neck pleasantly intimate as the afterglow hummed around them and their breathing slowly returned to normal.
A rattling noise stirred them from their stupor and they both looked over to identify the source to find Pavarotti running on his wheel.
‘Bloody hell,’ Oliver said, his voice still a little gravelly as he stared at the blur of lights. ‘Do you think he saw that?’
Paige blinked. ‘I don’t see how he could have missed it.’
‘Oh God.’ Oliver looked at her, endearingly askance. ‘What if we’vedamagedhim? Is there a special place in hell for people who expose their animals to…’ He paused as if he wasn’t sure what to call what had just happened. ‘Rumpy-pumpy?’
Paige hooted out a laugh. The man was naked and still semi hard inside her after nailing her to the couch like he did it for alivingand yet still managed to sound delightfully posh. ‘Animals don’t seem particularly bothered exposing us to theirrumpy-pumpy,’ she reasoned.
‘Ah. Yes.’ He brightened. ‘Good point.’
And then he laughed too, all warm and husky as he lowered his forehead to hers and it would have been easy to feel guilt and shame and recriminations right now but there waslaughterand Paige’s heart just about floated right out of her chest.
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