I shook.
Everywhere.
Tremors racked my body as waves of pleasure shot through me. After each one, I expected Oliver to stop licking, for his hand to still. But he kept on, giving me what I needed until he knew I couldn’t handle any more.
That was when I glanced at him, seeing that he had pulled back his mouth a few inches but hadn’t moved any farther.
“You are”—I tried to find more words and was struggling—“incredible at that.”
Before I had the last syllable out, he was reaching for my panties, wiggling them down my legs, and as he moved back up, I saw he wasn’t wearing any clothes.
He’d already placed a condom on the bed, so he lifted it in his hand, ripped off the top of the metal foil, and rolled the latex on.
It was a shaft I remembered so intimately, my body tingling again as I stared at it, and then it was out of my sight as he positioned himself over me. I hugged his neck and felt the coolness of his skin and the roughness of his hair as he rubbed his chest against me. And I loved the way both of them felt.
His palms surrounded my face. “It’s not going to hurt as bad this time, all right?”
He kissed me, and he wasn’t gentle, sucking out what little air I had left, but he was taking my mind off the burning as his tip slid in. He was right about the pain; it wasn’t nearly as intense, and I knew what to expect, my body remembering him as though he’d been here only moments ago.
“You feel so good,” he said with his lips on mine.
He moved them to my throat, and I tried to fill my lungs, calming myself through this initial part.
He didn’t rush his movements. He knew I couldn’t handle that yet. But he also didn’t go as slow as he had last time because I could take more, and I was sure he could sense that. So, he continued to bury himself, and once he was all the way in, he didn’t move.
He kissed both cheeks and across my nose and finally paused in front of my mouth. “It’s so fucking hot that your pussy is molded just to fit me.”
If I wasn’t already pulsing, I would have started. And if I wasn’t already melting, his eyes would have made me.
His hips reared back, and he drove into me.
My nails found their way into his skin, and I moaned, “Oliver …”
“Mmm,” he growled, gliding all the way in and back. “Is that starting to feel good?”
He must have felt the moment my body accepted him; that was when he picked up with a harder, faster pace. And each pump allowed me to learn the fullness and friction of this position. The way he was bending over me, how his short, coarse hairs were rubbing my clit. Suddenly, I was getting closer to the place where his tongue had just brought me.
Before that could happen, he slowed to a crawl and drew lines across my breasts with his tongue. He grazed his teeth over the peak of my nipple and breathed, “So fucking wet,” on my mouth, and after a short kiss, he added, “I want you to feel this.” His hands were on my hips, and he was no longer inside me, but he was moving us. “Trust me,” he added when our eyes caught.
We hadn’t tried any positions aside from him on top.
This was another first, but with all the others in the past, Oliver had proven I could trust him with my body, so I did again, and I followed where he took me, which was straddling his lap. My hands clung to his shoulders, and I watched him aim his dick.
All I had to do was drop down.
“Take as much of me as you can.”
I stared at him, absorbing his accent and growly voice.
“It’s going to feel better than you think.”
I was lost.
Again.
And as though he knew I needed to be guided, his hand was on my waist, and he was holding me over his crown. I was a bundle of throbbing tingles, and that was what drove me lower. The air in my body left as the pressure began to fill me with a heaviness I hadn’t experienced so far.
“Wow,” I sighed, stopping halfway.
His tongue was back to flicking my nipple, his hand circling my clit, and I was dropping down even further. Even though the fullness was overwhelming, I still wanted more.
And I gasped when I got it.
From up here, with his entire cock now inside me, it was a completely different sensation than the previous position. While I got used to it, fighting through the discomfort at first, I stayed still, and Oliver continued to move his attention to other parts of my body.
And eventually, he put his hand on my hip, rocked me forward, and said, “You’re going to come so fucking hard.”
I slowly let out the breath I’d been holding in and felt my body loosen, and I moved my hips on my own. “Oh my God,” I groaned.
The build was there immediately, increasing with every arch of my back, every rise and fall over his dick. And within a few bounces, his hand was gone, and I was on my own. I kept up the same rhythm, my arms now circling Oliver’s neck to bring him in even closer. I took in everything that was passing between us—the sensations, the sounds, the weight of our emotions—and I let it build inside me.
“You’re getting tighter,” he grunted against my mouth, rubbing my clit in every direction.
I knew I was riding him, but I was in a different world. One where passion was driving me, giving me this burst of confidence. And the feelings in my body, the sensations I’d been able to hold off, were now completely taking over.
My hips bucked, going faster than they had so far. “Yesss.”
“Make me come, baby.”
Knowing the peak was just seconds away, I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t slow. The pulsing, the clenching, the bursting—it was all owning me.
And I lost myself.
Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly feel any better, when the spasms couldn’t dominate another part of my body, he jerked his hips upward and took the control from me.
Within a few pumps, I watched the orgasm pass through him. “Chloe,” he grunted, his hands tightening on my face, his movements sharp and powerful. “Fuck yes.”
I held on to the sound of my name while both of us trembled, our breaths matching as his movements stopped.
I was wrapped around his shoulders, mouth pressed to his when he said, “You’re incredible.”
I smiled at his compliment and buried my face in his neck, so I could have a moment to just take this all in. He wouldn’t let me do it alone, keeping our bodies intertwined, his warmth surrounding me. He kept me squeezed against him, and several minutes passed before he said anything.
“Are you hungry?”
He was still inside me, sweat covering our skin, this intense feeling still lightly throbbing through me. Food just seemed like a faraway thing.
“I have no idea,” I answered honestly.
“How about we take a shower, and then I warm up some of those cookies and make us a cup of tea?”
I knew that was something I would probably never hear back at home, especially not at my age, and that made me love it even more.
I unfolded from his neck and stared at his sexy face. “I’d say yes to just about anything right now.”
He kissed me, and I was surprised by how gentle it was. He tightened his grip on my face, and his eyes narrowed. “No more trips.” His stare dipped, gradually returning to mine. “I don’t like missing you, Chloe.”
Something tore through my chest. I wasn’t sure if it was because we both knew my time here was really just an extended trip or because my feelings for him were growing, and that was scaring the shit out of me.