Ollie came back with my blanket and a change of clothes. “We’re borrowing this,” he said through a smile and threw the blanket over the bed beside me. When I didn’t smile, his face fell. “What’s on your mind, Mia?”
“You’re so scared to touch me. Like I’m fragile. I don’t like it.” Ollie took a step closer to the bed and ran his hand through his hair as I continued, “I’ll be fine, and I don’t want you to treat me differently.”
“It’s not that …”
“Then what is it?”
“I’m terrified you’ll leave me.”
“I’m right here, Ollie.”
Ollie shook his head. “No, I’m talking about in here,” he said, pointing to his head.
“Touch me,” I pleaded. It was all I wanted to feel.
Ollie paused over me. His eyes searched my face.
I lifted his shirt I was wearing over my thighs, over my vulnerability, over my stomach.
His lip twitched as his eyes scanned my body.
“Mia …” he whispered in a warning.
“Ollie.”
“Mia.”
“Touch me, Ollie. I need to know you still want me.”
Ollie’s face twisted as he pulled his brows together. “What are you talking about? I always want you.”
“You haven’t touched me since you found out what I did,” I stated as a matter of fact. And it was true. Ollie hadn’t. He’d said whatever had happened wasn’t tainted. But he had yet to touch me, and this engulfed me with insecurity. I needed him to take my insecurity away.
Pulling the shirt back down, I felt like a fool. I rolled onto my side, away from him.
“Nothing has changed.” Ollie rolled me to my back again. “I want you so fucking bad right now, but you were drugged not even two days ago. I’m trying to respect you.”
“Okay,” I muttered and dropped my gaze.
“No.” He lifted my chin, forcing me to see him. “Don’t shut me out.” Then he grabbed my thighs and turned me around in a swift movement, bringing me to the edge of the mattress. “I worship you, Mia.” He lifted my legs and pulled them apart unapologetically. His lust-filled eyes soaked me up like it was a privilege. “What are my limits, love?”
“You have none.”
With sin in his smile, he leaned forward, pulling my shirt up and over my head. I arched my back against him, his body becoming the magnetic pull mine was always drawn to. He withdrew my shirt from over my head and kissed along my jawline before grazing my lips with his tongue. “Just lay here and let me take care of you, then,” he whispered against my lips. My body trembled through each word as he ran a palm over my breast and down my side. “Don’t move, and just feel me.”
Ollie pulled away and stood before grabbing one of my legs. He massaged my foot, to my calf, to my thigh until his thumb brushed my sex. He set my leg down off to the side before grabbing the next leg and repeating the deep massage, giving me everything I didn’t know I needed. He dropped my leg off to the other side before collapsing to his knees. With two handfuls, he grabbed the insides of my thighs while his thumbs massaged around my entrance. “You’re soaking wet. Is that what I do to you?” My hips involuntarily swayed against his movements, and he pinned me down. “Stay still.”
I whimpered as his thumbs continued to tease. Ollie wet his lips, taking one thumb to my knot, making slow unhurried circles, and two fingers of his other hand to keep me spread for him to see all my details. He loved everything about me. And his craving for me drove me to the edge and off the cliff into a land of rapture.
Starting from my entrance, he licked me from bottom to top with pressure, heat, and need before his lips covered my clit, applying forceful flicks against the nerves. Then he went lower to his favorite spot of mine, and the place he knew drove me insane. The spot he did own now, just like the rest of me. But this spot. He showed no mercy as his tongue drove inside, scraping along the walls at my entrance where he branded his name.
Subtle moans escaped him as his fingers caressed and kneaded me around his mouth, stretching me so he could have more—digging me into the mattress, opening me up, feeding on me into climax.
My legs shook uncontrollably as his hands slid up and down both sides of my sex around his mouth until one hand found my knot again. “Ollie,” I whimpered, the sensation mind-blowing, but begging for more. He did it again, and my hips bucked against him. “Hold on a little longer. Don’t let go, baby. I’m not done with you yet,” he said with a smirk and dove back in to do it all over again.
My hands found their way to his hair as I pulled, and pinned him against me in a dire need. Ollie’s moans vibrated deep within me, loving me entirely from the inside out. The feeling of a thousand sparklers lit, pushing me closer, each lick sending me deeper, each suck taking me higher until I finally cried out. But this didn’t stop Ollie. He brought me to the extremity to only to capture it for as long as he can. His eyes stayed on mine as he kept me spread and steady, relishing in my pleasure as I came into his mouth. Each time I pushed his head away because it was too intense, he fought harder against me, driving his tongue deeper, pinning against me harder.
But then he did pull away when he knew he had me reeling in a boundless orgasm. Only he knew how to do this. His pants and boxers were already gone when he stood before me. His lips glistened as he watched me come undone.
“Come here,” he breathed, and sat on the edge of the mattress, moving his hands to my hips as he pulled me on top of him. My legs trembled as he wrapped them around his waist. “You don’t have to do anything except hold on to me.”
I wrapped my heavy arms around his neck as I straddled him.
He had complete control of me.
Always.
Ollie pushed my thighs apart as he looked down with hooded eyes. His two thumbs spread me wide as he eased his hard length inside me slowly. Our bodies melted as his eyes screwed shut. “I fucking love that, Mia.” He kissed me. “I literally can’t move for a second … you’re swollen around me, pulsing, thumping. It’s the second-best feeling in the world.”
He grabbed the back of my head, and his mouth claimed mine. Greedy yet gentle, our tongues flowed as I rolled against him. Ollie moaned as his hand ran up my side and grabbed my breast. His other hand grasped my bottom as I circled over him, taking him deeper.
He dropped his head into my neck, and I took advantage of his weakened state and pressed against his chest until he was lying flat on his back. His green eyes scoured my face and body as I slowly rolled my hips against him, taking him deep and sending his head back.