And then I felt him.
A breath of air across the most sensitive part of me, just enough to know his placement before the next thing I felt caused a gasp to shoot from my mouth.
I couldn’t hold it in.
Because his tongue was there, on that personal place, and he was licking it.
Tasting it.
Swallowing me.
And the wetness and heat from his mouth were beyond anything I had expected. I was doing everything I could to keep my legs apart, but as his tongue flattened and spread across me, swiping in every direction, his finger drove inside me, and I completely lost it again.
“Fuuuck,” I sighed.
The combination took control. There was so much pleasure running through me; I couldn’t follow it all. Oliver was still working my nipple, his other hand between my legs, where he was dipping and circling, his tongue was relentlessly licking.
He didn’t tell me he wanted me to come, but everything he was doing to my body was screaming that demand. And I was trying to hold it off, to keep the build at the peak because it felt so good.
But I couldn’t stop it.
My back arched off the bed, my hands clutching the blanket like it was squeezing me back. “Oliver,” I moaned, his strength only increasing. “Yesss!”
He went even faster, and my eyes shot open. I glanced between my legs, our stares connecting, and a ripple shot through me. Instead of caressing my nipple like he had been, he tugged it, and a tremor erupted in my stomach, my moan so loud that I surprised myself.
This feeling had taken complete control, my head dropped back, and my lids shut as shudders began to move through me. Each time he swiped his tongue, another wave of the orgasm exploded, especially with his finger grinding into me at the same time.
When I finally calmed, he slowly worked his way up my body, pressing his mouth against mine. But this time, he kissed me with a passion that was entirely different than before. This wasn’t just hunger. I felt something else behind his kiss, something much more emotional. And while he was devouring me, I heard the sound of metal foil tearing open. His hands put on the condom, and then he positioned himself between my legs again.
So many firsts, and I was tingling from each one.
His lips hovered above mine when he said, “This is going to hurt, but I’m going to do everything I can to make it better.” He was brushing his thumb across my cheek as he spoke, his tip directly where it needed to be; he just wasn’t applying any pressure.
“Okay.”
I didn’t know what else to say; my nerves were already perking up at the thought of what was coming. The wine had been holding them steady, and it still helped, but the anxiety was there. And I was hyperaware of even the smallest shift, so when he started to push in, I sucked in all my breath.
His hand tightened on my cheek when he said, “If you tense up like that, you’re never going to let me in.” He kissed the end of my nose. “I’ll go slow. If it’s too much, I’ll stop.”
He halted while he waited for me to respond.
I released the air I was holding in and tried to relax each of my muscles. And as I did, he kissed me, and it was the distraction I needed because what was happening between my legs was completely overwhelming.
Stretching was what it felt like at first, and then the burning set in.
“Oh, that hurts,” I breathed, trying to find that happy place because I wasn’t there right now.
“I’m so fucking sorry, Chloe.” His eyes were on me, watching me while I widened to take him in, and his nose pressed into mine as his fingers squeezed my cheek.
Another small slide, the friction even stronger, and I was doing everything I could not to tighten up again, breathing through what felt like tearing. “Damn it.”
“I’ll stop.”
“No.” My nails stabbed his shoulder even though I wasn’t trying to cause him pain. “I’ll get through this.”
With each lift of his hips came more of that fierce ripping, a heat unlike he’d given to me before, and it only got more intense as he inched in. But he still continued, and so did his strong fingers, linking between mine. He lifted our hands over my head and held them there as he went in the rest of the way and paused.
“You’re fucking incredible,” he breathed against my mouth. “Beautiful.” He kissed my cheek, going to the same spot on the other side. “Perfect.” He returned to my lips. “And so goddamn wet.”
I was focused on his words and continued to breathe through the pain, feeling the rawness and the ache. Even though my body was no longer stretching and widening, I was still pulsing from the invasion. And while I got used to him, he stayed frozen.
His mouth went to my nipple, the graze of his teeth crossing the tip before he shifted to the other one. He went back and forth, and during one of the passes, his mouth found mine, and he started to move.
I held my breath, expecting it to hurt worse. And at first, it did, the burn increasing from all the friction, and I was on the verge of telling him to stop. But then the intensity of it, the fullness that caused the pain to come out in my voice, gradually left. And in there, somewhere deeper than where I was now, I knew pleasure existed. Molly had promised—not right away, but she had said it would happen, and that was what I searched for as he went out to his tip and buried himself again.
“You okay?” He had pulled away from my mouth to look at my eyes, stilling while he read them.
I waited a few seconds to answer, “Yes.” And because he didn’t look entirely convinced, I added, “I’ll be okay, Oliver.”
His exhale was so incredibly hot. “My sweet girl.”
When he started up again, it was a pace that wasn’t much stronger than the one he’d used before. But his lips were quite the opposite, attacking my mouth in a way that told me he couldn’t get enough of me.
And not only did I still feel so beautiful, but I also felt wanted.
Desired.
Fulfilled.
An entirely new sensation entered my body when his hand brushed over my clit. While he rubbed it back and forth, I hissed, “Holy fuck.” Now, I could understand where the pleasure came from, and I moaned for the first time since he’d entered me.
His fingers went faster, easily reading me. “You just got so fucking tight again.”
After so many firsts, having an orgasm during sex wasn’t one I’d predicted. But Oliver had said he was going to make this feel better, and he certainly did. There was still pain, a rawness that felt like it would be there for days, but then there was the rubbing of his fingers, and those tingles went straight to my stomach.
“Oliver …” I exhaled, feeling his veins pop through the skin on his arms as he held his weight. “Ahhh.”
The build was back, and I couldn’t believe how fast it had returned. Like the time before, all I could do was hold on. Because, with him, I had no control over my body, and I was totally fine with that.
“So fucking tight,” he moaned against my lips. I could tell he was holding back, not wanting to hurt me, but his speed was still increasing. “Chloe … fuck.” His teeth took ahold of my bottom lip, his sounds telling me he was just as close as me. “Let me feel you come.”
His demand in that accent was all I needed to hear before I released what I’d been holding in. As I shot through the peak, there was nonstop pulsing, and shudders followed like I was being licked by his tongue. I felt a second round of spasms when he lost himself inside me, moaning my name.