Stretching above me, he slowly pushed inside. He was over me, in me, holding me close. His breath fanned over my face. A sigh of relief escaped me.
“Let me look into your eyes.”
Breathing deep, I met his whiskey-colored gaze.
He smiled, and I was lost.
Moving slowly, strong and deep, he sank into me. This wasn’t sex. This was something else entirely.
I let myself go. I gave in to him, and at the same time, I accepted everything he was offering.
It was the most amazing experience of my life.
Xanthe
Sweet baby Jesus.
There was nothing better than waking up to Oliver Fairfax leaving a trail of soft, bushy kisses down my back.
“Mmm…” I hummed, tingling wonderfully from scalp to sole.
Sliding an arm under my pelvis, Ollie dragged me down the mattress and settled himself over me, his chest to my back. I wanted to rub all of me against his lightly furred self. As he pressed his erection against my bottom, I pushed back in a needy reaction.
“You want some morning sex?” he whispered seductively in my ear.
“Yes, please,” I promptly answered, not the least bit sexy.
Ollie shifted above me, and I heard the distinct sound of a condom opening. I was so lazy; I wasn’t even going to move. He could do what he wanted, and I’d go along for the ride.
“Your arse is possibly the prettiest I’ve ever seen,” he told me. “I really hope you like being spanked. I want my handprints all over it.”
I did enjoy a bit of spanking. “Mmhmm.”
Pulling my hips up, he told me, “Hold right there.”
I froze with my rump in the air. The head of him pressed against my clit before sliding back and finding my entrance. Slowly, he thrust home.
“Yesss…” I moaned, pushing back.
Straddling my thighs, he shoved me down flat. “Fuck. Squeeze your thighs together—hell yes.”
It started out sensuous and unhurried, Ollie riding against me, into me. This was purely sublime, like a languid tide.
“Oh,” I groaned. “Wow.”
“Love, this will be your only warning.” Then, he smacked my arse, making me jump and gasp.
From there, we turned nuclear. It got to be too good, and I ended up on my hands and knees, begging for him to go harder, get deeper. We were frenzied, our bodies slapping together, the both of us moaning our heads off.
“Shit, Ollie!” I gasped because it was impossible to scream. My orgasm had robbed me of air.
His hand fisted in my hair, tugging until I felt the sting.
“Fff…” It must’ve been just as good for him since he couldn’t even form coherent cuss words.
He shoved me down flat on the bed again, pounding in long, hard thrusts, until his cock spasmed wildly inside me. His damp breath caressed my cheek as he pressed his face to the side of my head.
“Good morning,” he panted.
“Yes, it is,” I replied before my laughter escaped me.
Oliver rolled off me with a happy sigh, sprawling on his back. “We should wake up like this every morning.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I replied, turning onto my side.
Something felt off though. Between my legs, it was just so…slimy. There was something…
I reached down between my thighs—what is that?—and at the same time, he went to remove the condom.
Except there was no condom. Well, there was, but it just wasn’t on him.
“Oh, man…” Quietly groaning in mortification, I pulled the busted rubber out of my crotch. Will I always end up in varying shades of humiliation with this guy?
“Oh God—” Oliver sat up, a look of abject horror on his face. Normally deep-set, his eyes were threatening to pop out of his head. “Fuck, Xanthe…”
“It’s all right,” I tried to assure him. “I’m on birth control.”
He took the destroyed rubber from me, staring at it dangling sadly from his fingers. “I…” He swallowed. “I should be clean. I don’t ever have unprotected sex, and my last test came back just fine. But…”
“But?” I asked, panic rising.
“I’ve had sex with”—he swallowed again—“Gabriella. It was only once since I got my last results, and I’m pretty sure she’s clean, too. I’ve been sleeping with her for years, and we always use a condom. It’s never been an issue or anything, but you never know, you know?”
My jaw went slack. Gabriella? That beyond hot Brazilian model who’s practically everywhere? She’s one of his fuck buddies? Holy hell…
“Not really,” I replied, rankled to my soul. How in the bloody hell can I compete with that shit? Gabriella.
He gave me a pained look. “I’ll get tested the moment we’re back home. I’m so sorry. I would rather die than endanger you in any way.”
Sadly, I was more concerned with him going home, taking one look at Gabriella, and realizing what a troll I was. I just nodded and scooted my way off the bed.
That was when I realized that it was Friday. It was seven thirty in the morning, and I had so much to do.
Shit. The bloody convention. I wasn’t too sure I was ready for this.
I faintly sank back down on the mattress in an attempt to stop my head from swimming, and Ollie bounded off the bed to kneel before me on the floor.
As he took my hands in his, his eyes pleaded for me to forgive him. “Xanthe, I really don’t think there’s anything for either of us to worry about, but just the thought of maybe giving you something—”
“I’m not too worried. You use protection. I’m sure it’s fine.”
“Maybe we should have waited until we got home, and I got tested again. This was stupid—”
I shook my head. “I don’t think it was stupid. Unfortunate maybe…”
He nodded and started searching around the room for his clothes before he started getting dressed. Just then, I remembered Mandy telling me that he wanted to take portraits of me.
“Um…Ollie?”
“Yeah?”
“I meant to tell you last night…”
He stopped, giving me his full attention. Our eyes met, and my brain went on the fritz. I’d just had mind-blowing morning sex with Oliver Fairfax, darling photographer of Amsterdam. Then, I recalled that he’d said we were in a relationship.
Is he my boyfriend? Hot damn!
He smiled softly. “Hold that thought, Xanthe Love.”
“What?”
He came up to me, taking my face in his hands. Bending forward so that I wouldn’t have to crane my neck to look at him, he said in the sweetest, softest voice, “I feel it, too. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves, okay? Let’s wait for that just a little while longer.”
I had no idea what to make of that. But then he kissed me, and I didn’t think much at all.
Pulling his undershirt over his head, he grabbed his bag off the floor. “I’ve got to get going,” he said. “I’ll see you later.”
I nodded. What the hell just happened? What did he think I wanted to tell him?
One last kiss, and he was out the door.
“I feel it, too. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves…”