“I think so,” I breathed.
Ollie paused and dropped his hands on each side of me. “The moment you start slipping away, and you don’t feel anything anymore, I can see the change in your eyes. They turn hollow. All I’m asking is for you to stay with me for as long as you can. When you notice your damn switch turning back on, remember this moment. Remember me and the way I make you feel, alright?”
“Yes, Ollie,” I said eagerly.
He removed my boots and peeled off my jeans as I lay there in anticipation, watching him adore every inch of me. Soft lips trailed along my hipbone and over my panties. He rested his chin over my lower stomach and looked up to me. His two emerald gems sparkled, asking for consent in silence.
I nodded, and his mouth moved to my inner thigh and my insides illuminated. He bent my knees and ran his fingertips down the backs of my thighs. Hooking the strings of my panties, he stripped them off with ease.
Ollie pulled my knees apart, and his hands massaged the insides of my thighs as his eyes fell over my sex, then my stomach, then my breasts, and then my face, taking in all of me.
I was already his and whatever he wanted.
His slave. His savior. His anchor.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered from his throat.
I shook my head. “No talking.”
His eyes drifted up and down before they met mine again. “I don’t think you understand, love. I’m talking, and I’m saying you are fucking beautiful.” His gaze roamed down to my sex again before he drowned in weakness. “All of you.” Before I could detest his verbal abuse, Ollie lowered his head. The heat of his breath landed on me before his warm, wet tongue stroked my center from bottom to top.
Oh, my god …
My head fell back and my hips instantly reacted against his fever. He pulled away only to spread me wide before his mouth consumed me entirely. I screwed my eyes shut, broken moans escaping me, and my fists found his hair as a wave built up inside me, his skillful tongue sweeping me into another dimension. He pushed my thighs wider as his green eyes soaked me in with each precise strike.
Ollie swiped across my heat once more before his lips covered my knot of nerves, sucking tenderly, and the tingle in my core flared, spreading of an electric forest fire.
It was happening. Ollie pressed his finger against my entrance, making slow circles to the same tempo as his torturous tongue. My hips moved against the feelings I’d never felt before. A storm inside sent waves crashing over and over on top of the inferno. The fire and ice.
Then he dipped his finger inside, and I ignited all over again. Each steady graze of his graceful finger went deeper and deeper, catering to every need, touching places that desired him. I bit my lip to stifle a cry as my legs shook under his grasp.
“Ollie,” I urged in a whimper. I couldn’t hold on any longer, or I couldn’t hold on again. I couldn’t distinguish between where one ended, and another began. My orgasms all blurred together. He pulled away from me too soon and quickly ripped off his jeans and boxers without taking his eyes off me.
Then he was stripped bare, standing before me as if he was offering himself to me, giving me a piece of him he knew he could never take back.
He was beautiful.
He crawled up my pining body until his mouth met mine, his lips more tender and sensuous with each kiss. He kissed me slowly again and again as his rock-hard arousal pressed against my wetness.
He held our kiss as he eased himself inside, inch by inch, driving me to whimpers as he filled me. Our once-intense kiss weakened at the feeling of our connection, and his head fell into the curve of my neck. “Holy hell … Mia … I need a second …” he breathlessly said, and whatever remaining walls I had shattered into a million pieces, the flood gates opened, and Ollie and I were bound together by something more profound than the both of us could have imagined. I gripped his silky, thick hair to bring him back to me, and when his mouth covered mine again, we were gone.
“Mia, look at me,” he demanded as his gentle thumb swept across my glistening forehead. My eyelids parted to meet green trusting as he pumped into me again and again and again. The only thing keeping him up was his elbow digging into the mattress beside me, but even his elbow trembled.
He ran his thumb across my bottom lip before he kissed me again. The perfect length of him stroked me, and I felt every sensation, every thrust, as he slid against my walls. Every flexed muscle of his moved beneath my wild fingers.
His free hand moved to my breast, to my waist, to my … oh …
He made slow, gentle circles over my clit, sending me over the edge as his elbow kept the tremor in my leg steady. I swiped his hair off his sweaty forehead as his pumps grew closer together, making me moan. I dug my nails into the muscles of his back as a surge accelerated, and my name fell from his lips in a plea. “Mia … I’m about to … Let go, and come with me.” He gripped my bottom as he took me deeper, touching places needing him with a slow, nerve-detonating grind.
Suddenly, every blood vessel, every molecule inside me burst, sending a thousand stars into a midnight sky behind my eyes as I reached a peak of pure euphoria. My legs clenched around Ollie’s waist as my entire body tensed in hysteria. The pleasure motivated my cries before Ollie silenced me with his lips, swallowing my testimony away as he chased the same holy feeling.
Chapter Thirteen
“Some search
their entire lives
for this single moment.
Don’t blink, my love.
We’re finally here.”
—Oliver Masters
LIFE CONSISTS OF tiny moments—moments that define you, moments that shape you, moments that lead you down a path of reflection, self-discovery, and purpose. These heartbeats of moments are collections of who you are and who you are meant to be—little moments. And we only remember the ones that have impacted our souls.
Until now, I had genuinely believed my soul had left me a long time ago. I would never forget this moment that made me realize it had never really been gone, only locked away behind trauma, lies, and utter denial. I’d stomped on my past, forcing it into obscurity. If I believed it had never happened, it hadn’t. I’d hid behind my denial for so long, my past became nonexistent.
My reflection burned in his emotion-filled eyes as his inked and sweaty body trembled to hold himself up after his release. In this pivotal moment, he unconsciously reminded me my soul was still there, begging for redemption as he silently pleaded for reciprocation—pleading for me to remember. To confront the demons of my past, and the same trauma I never could as a child. It would be then, and only then, he could have me completely. He knew this. I knew this. After all, with him was where my soul belonged.
But I handled the situation the only way I knew how.