Daisy lands on me as we tumble backward onto her bed, almost knocking the wind out of me.
“Shit, sorry.” She almost looks apologetic, until she throws her head back and lets out a rolling chuckle ending in a snort. Horrified, she covers her mouth with her hands as her eyes go wide.
“I’m okay but what was that?”
“Sometimes I snort, I’m so embarrassed.”
“It’s cute.” Taking her hand away from her mouth, I kiss it, the palm, her knuckles before taking her thumb in my mouth and gently sucking it. Taking it out, Daisy rubs it over my bottom lip before removing it completely, her eyes have me transfixed, the desire that is pooling there is almost more than I can bare. Her head dips, her lips finding mine in a gentle slow dance before she pushes away and sits up, still straddling my hips. She shrugs her jacket away in haste, throwing it to the floor in frustration after it snags on her plastered arm. Slowly, she slides her singlet up her silken skin. Clenching my fists, I want to touch her, I need to touch her.
As she lifts the singlet over her head, before shaking her curls loose, they cascade down over her shoulders, bouncing back into place.
“Daisy, you are remarkable.”
Reaching around, she unclips her bra, the straps sliding down her arms, it gathers around her hips before it’s tossed into the quickly growing pile of discarded clothes on the floor.
I give in, no longer can I let her undress in front of me without touching or tasting her. Shuffling to sit up, I rise high enough to take one of her exposed nipples in my mouth, sucking gently, teasing it with my tongue before moving on to the other, giving it equal attention. Daisy runs her hands through my hair, holding my head as she lets her own drop back. Her moans only provide further encouragement to continue the sensual assault on her body. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I move us, flipping her so she’s on her back against the cushioned mattress. She looks at me with hooded eyes before I start my trail of kisses down her throat before moving down over her body in slow motion.
She gasps when my lips reach her stomach, the delicate flesh flinching at the soft touch. My fingers working on the button and zipper of her jeans as my lips make a line on the flesh above her waistband.
“Ollie,” her voice comes out breathless. “Please.” She wriggles her hips, asking for her jeans to be removed without using any words.
“See, Daisy Blossom, teasing isn’t nice.” Snaking my way back up her body, I kiss her lips, which are already swollen and a beautiful plush red from the kissing we’d already been doing.
“What is taking you so long to get me naked? I mean, we’re here, I’ve practically done half the job for you and yet, we still have clothes between us.”
Grabbing my shirt by the scruff of the neck I pull it up over my head before tossing it to the floor. Daisy’s tongue darts out to wet her lips as her fingers slowly creeping their way back down to my belt.
She gets a look in her eye as she tugs on the tongue of my belt, freeing it from the buckle.
“Take them off.” She demands and she shimmies out of her own jeans. Following her lead I remove my jeans and boxers, adding them to the pile of discharged clothes on the floor, we both fall back on the bed naked, my erection aching for her as it rests against my stomach.
Rolling back on top of her, I pin her to the mattress, holding her arms above her head, taking special care of the one wrapped in plaster. My dick presses against her wet opening as my mouth crashes to hers. She wiggles beneath me, lifting her hips to grant access to the tip of my dick.
“Fuck, Daisy, I don’t have a condom on.”
“It’s okay, I’m on the pill.” She boasts but doesn’t wait for me any longer as she lifts her legs to wrap around my waist, digging her heels into my bare arse.
“Take it easy, Sweetheart. There is no rush.”
“Ollie, the teasing isn’t funny anymore.” She was right, I needed to be inside her just as bad as she was trying to force me in. I bury myself deep inside her and she cries out, causing her to squeeze my fingers that are now laced with hers. She arches her back off the bed and closes her eyes.
“Look at me, Daisy.” Her eyes fix on mine as I slide back out of her, slowly and deliberately.
“Fuck, Ollie. Fuck.” Catching her lip between her teeth, I’m desperate to bite it, taste it for myself.
Faster and harder, I push back inside her hot and slick pussy, burying myself as deep as I can go whilst sucking her bottom lip and moans into my mouth. She’s at my mercy and I am at hers. Every part of me belonged to her.
We continue our rhythm as our bodies coat with a light sheen of sweat. Unlocking our hands, she scratches a track down my back, her nails dig into my arse cheeks as she takes hold, pushing me harder, an urgency to her demanded rhythm.
“Ollie, Ollie. Oh my god.” I can tell the precise moment her orgasm takes over her body, she quivers below me, her head twisting from side to side and her claw release from my bare flesh. Watching her come undone is all it takes for me to reach the edge. My body tenses for a spilt second before my own sweet, Daisy induced release.
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Facing each other, I lay watching her as our breathing returns to normal, her hand is resting under her cheek against the pillow, and her smile fades as she becomes suddenly serious. Touching her shoulder, I run my fingertips down over her warm soft skin to where her cast lies resting against her exposed hip.
“You okay, Sweetheart?”
She nods, as a tear rolls down over her cheek, “I love you.” Her voice so soft and quiet I almost think I’ve imagined it. “I do,” her voice grows louder with more certainty. “I love you, Ollie. I’ve never stopped loving you. Even when I hated you, I loved you. I’m so sorry for how I’ve treated you.”
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I understand.” And it was the truth, I did understand, I had hurt her so deeply, thinking that I had been protecting her by making a decision for her future, keeping her safe but all I had been doing was protecting myself and being selfish about it. I couldn’t hold it against her for being angry with me, not when I realise how easily it is to be angry with myself.
She lets me pull her into my arms and hold her, breathing her in, I wanted her in every fibre of my being, every cell of my body. My future was wrapped up in my arms, the happiness Ginny wanted for me was too, everything I could ever have hoped for, and probably more than I deserved was lying in my arms letting me love her and she loved me.
Epilogue
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8 months later
My body ached, every inch of it and in the most delicious way, it was Oliver’s first day off in over a fortnight and we were taking full advantage of it. The doors had been locked, our phones switched off and we were still wrapped up in each other’s arms and naked in bed after spending all morning making slow passionate love together as the outside world turned as normal. Oliver had been here most nights, so we’d finally made it official that we were living together.
I lay tucked under his arm as his fingers trailed lines over my arm.
“I’ve been thinking and I wanted to ask you if you’d change the name of Sweet Nothing’s after we get married.”