“When you were writing those sex scenes were you thinking of your boyfriend?” I asked, my voice all fucked up.
She hesitated.
“Answer me, Olive.”
I pulled out my dick, loving the way she tried to grab on to it with her muscles, then slammed it back in.
“No,” she gasped, grasping the bed sheets with small fists.
“Who were you thinking of?”
“I can’t tell.”
“Oh, you will, sweetheart.”
I dropped my head to her breasts and sucked her nipple in my mouth as I started grinding into her. I loved how she arched her back to feed me more.
“Do you want me to stop?” I barely held back my hips. She looked gorgeous under me, taking my cock so nicely.
The little witch started to move her hips under me.
Gritting my teeth, I said, “You can get yourself off, baby but it won’t be the same as how I’m going to get you off on my dick. Who were you thinking of, Olive?”
“You,” she whispered, turning her head away from me.
I started throbbing inside her, so I picked up my pace again, driving into her.
“So what they say is true, you really were thinking about me when you wrote Isaac,” I said conversationally as if even thinking about it wasn’t kicking up my heart rate.
Her eyes were lazy when she opened them to look at me.
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice scratchy.
“Do you want me to talk dirty to you, baby? Like Isaac?”
Leaning down to her ear, I stopped when my lips were only millimeters away and breathlessly whispered, “Do you want me to take you hard, too? Fuck you into oblivion?”
As an answer, she tangled her hands behind my head and took my lips, playing with my heart like no one else ever had.
A bold caress of her tongue and everything went hazy. Wrenching my lips away from her mouth, I straightened my arms and looked down to her.
“All you have to do is ask, sweetheart. I’ll give you everything you need.”
My body surged into hers and I looked down to watch my thick cock disappear into her sweet heat. I catalogued every curve and dip of her body. She was so damn tight and already breathless, her clever hands touching every inch of my body she could reach.
When I realized my control was shot to hell, I got off of her to stand on my knees.
“Hold on to the headboard, baby.”
When she reached up and curled her fingers on the headboard, I hooked my arms under her knees and put her legs over my open thighs, making sure to hold her legs open for me.
Wiping off the sweat on my forehead, I grabbed her hips and slowly fed my dick to her pussy, reveling in her loud swearing and moans.
“Oh, god,” she mumbled when I was all in.
“Fuck, yes,” I said in reply.
Then my fingers dug harder into her flesh and I fucked her like I hadn’t fucked her the night before. While the night before had been amazing, it had been more than just sex. This…this was pure pleasure. It was hard, deep, and definitely out of control.
I loved it.
She loved it.
Every time I surged into her body, I bottomed out. I was drinking in her sharp cries and gasping breaths. When her head hit the headboard from the force I was pounding into her, I tried to slow my pace down but it was too late, for both of us.
“Fuck, Jason…shit, fuck… Yes, yes, please…”
Her eyes rolled back into her head and her body froze under my hands. Her release coated me in a rush and I groaned louder than her cries.
She took a gasping breath.
Then another.
As I kept pounding into her, she slowly came down from her orgasm, her legs relaxed, and she opened her eyes. It was enough to ignite something inside of me, so I let it all go and joined her in oblivion.
I was trying to catch my breath and slowly keep thrusting into her when she splayed her fingers over my contracting abs, looking at me as if she was ready to lick me up and eat me. Out of my mind with need for her, I dropped to my elbows, held her head in between my hands, and gave her the rawest and most passionate kiss I’d ever shared with anyone.
When we were half-dead, I dropped a kiss on her nose and tried to ignore my throbbing cock. I was ready to go all over again.
“We need to repeat this a few times a day. You okay with that, sweetheart?”
As an answer she kissed me and in the middle of our kiss gave me a lazy smile.
“Also, when my brain is functioning, remind me to ask how you managed to roll a condom on me without waking me up. Or maybe we can talk about not using them at all if you’re ready for that.”
“I vote on not using them at all,” she murmured in a soft voice.
I smiled. “Good. We’ll handle it as soon as possible.”
It was by far the best morning I’d ever had in my entire life.
***
When we got to the set, everything was ready for the first day of the filming. Olive was beside herself, her beautiful eyes taking in everything with a contagious smile on her face. Before I had to go in for makeup and hair, I introduced her to the director Tanner Pace and a ton of others. When I had to leave her with Alvin to go and run lines with Lindsay Dunlop, I felt a small ache in my heart. I wanted to keep her by my side at all times, have her hand in mine, lips on mine, permanently.
However, I couldn’t do that.
After an hour of rehearsal with Lindsay, I checked the trailer but couldn’t find any trace of Olive or Alvin in there. Walking around the lot, I found them both munching on fruit and candies, next to the craft service area.
“Jason!” Olive exclaimed when she saw me heading their way. Her smile hadn’t diminished a bit, and her excitement was just as contagious as her smile.
“There you are,” I said when I reached their side. Hooking my arm around Olive’s waist, I leaned down and took a bite of the strawberry in her hand. Then I lowered my head and captured her mouth in a quick kiss.
When it was over, her eyes were half-closed and glazed; maybe it hadn’t been such a quick kiss after all. Licking her lips, she murmured, “Strawberry. Yummm.”
I laughed and said hi to the electricians, who were getting coffee from the other end of the set up.
Keeping Olive close to my side, I faced Alvin. “Didn’t you guys make it to the trailer yet? I looked there first.”
“Olive wanted to see the set first.”
Olive scrunched her nose and gave Alvin an apologetic look. “Yeah, sorry about that. It’s hard to explain how it makes you feel when you see something in real life that was created in your mind.” She turned those green eyes at me. “You should’ve seen Alvin’s face when I teared up. Even the bed covers on Evie’s bed have the same feather pattern I wrote in the book, Jason. That’s the bed where they shared their first kiss.”
I smiled down at her. “The author approves, then? Does she approve the leading actor, too?”
She nodded enthusiastically. “I definitely approve the leading actor. I approve him the most.”
“I wanted to show you around myself, but I’ll settle with showing you my trailer. Since you brought your laptop with you, I’m assuming you’ll want to write?”
“Yes, I figured I’d find a quiet corner. I didn’t want to be in your way the entire day.”