Something I’d never had before.
It was his finger circling my other side, a place that hadn’t been explored before, and while his tongue danced against the most sensitive part of me, he spread the wetness from his mouth. Once I was soaked everywhere, he was rubbing that back entrance, awakening it until just the tip of his finger was inside.
“Oliver.” I quivered, the fullness taking ahold of me, shooting through my stomach.
In there was a build. I felt it instantly. Between his tongue and fingers, I was to the point where an orgasm was just licks away. And as it neared, I began to buck against his mouth. “Ahhh.”
“Come on my face, Chloe.”
His fingers began to move harder, deeper, and when I felt the roughness of his whiskers, I glanced down, seeing his icy-colored eyes.
And in this moment, I knew I was looking at the man I never stopped loving.
With that thought came a ripple of shudders that shot through my stomach. My hips pumped as he licked, the orgasm moving its way through my body. And when I stilled, he lifted me off the wall and carried me to the bed.
“Fuck, Chloe, I don’t have a condom,” he said as he set me on the mattress.
I didn’t either.
“Are you safe?” I asked, feeling like it had been only seconds before when I asked him this the last time.
“Yes, I’m clean. You know I would never do anything to harm you.”
I reached for his belt buckle as I said, “I’m on birth control,” and I opened the leather strap and unzipped his jeans.
There was nothing romantic in the way Oliver kissed me, the way I was grabbing at his clothes and pulling them off. This was urgency, and I couldn’t stand that something was separating him from being inside me.
When I got him naked, I backed up on the bed, moving closer to the pillows to get a full view of his body. “God, you’re sexy,” I groaned. I remembered each edge and plane so well, but it seemed time had only made them more defined.
He climbed on the bed, and my legs surrounded him as I felt the bareness of his cock at my entrance. It was sitting there, just taunting me, knowing how badly I wanted it.
“Oliver,” I moaned, trying to take more, but he wouldn’t give it to me. “Please,” I begged. In one second, he was buried inside me, and I was pulsing around him, shouting, “Yesss.”
“Fuck,” he breathed over my lips. “It feels like I never left.”
Oh God.
He tilted his hips back and thrust into me, working into a rhythm that only lasted a few seconds before he was lifting me off the bed, and I was back on the wall. Oliver was using the wall to hold my weight, pulling back to his tip and driving into his base.
“Yes,” I cried, my pussy convulsing from the friction.
More sweat was bubbling on our skin, and I could taste the saltiness of it as I licked his neck.
Each grind caused the plaster to burn my back, but the pain didn’t make me want to stop. It made me want to yell, “Harder,” as my body began to cry for a release.
But he didn’t allow for it to happen because he was moving me again, and we were on the bed once more, Oliver placing me on my knees. I crawled forward, and before I reached the headboard, he was behind me. In one stroke, he was fully inside me.
“Ahhh,” I grunted and then again when his hand touched my clit, rubbing it back and forth as I arched my back to meet him.
His speed was fast, intense.
Each drive bringing me that much closer.
“Not yet,” he warned, his other hand biting my hip. “I’ve waited six long years to be inside you. I’m not ready for this to be over.”
He was leading me so close to that edge, and every time I neared the peak, he slowed, and I would return to a simmer, my body having to build all over again. Just when I didn’t think I could take another second of the tease, he was putting his back to the headboard and steering me on top of him.
“I want to watch you fuck me,” he said, his gaze dipping down my body as his hands guided me over his crown. “Take all of my cock, Chloe.”
I lowered, feeling every inch fill me in a way that made me stop breathing.
“Now, ride me.”
With his finger on my clit and my arms wrapped around his neck, I rose over his shaft and dropped as I pressed my lips to his, and I took all of him in.
Every part.
“Oliver,” I breathed, squeezing his shoulders.
His teeth were on my nipple now, eyes locked on mine.
“Bite it,” I begged, remembering the look on the girl’s face tonight when the man’s fingertips had practically done the same to her.
When his teeth chomped down, I shouted, my back arching, and it made me ride him faster, my speed only increasing the more he rubbed my clit.
I couldn’t stop the build.
“Kiss me,” I pleaded, looking down as his mouth moved to my other breast.
He saw my need, and he was ravishing my lips, a rawness building inside me, moving through me so fast. And I could tell he wasn’t far behind because he was using this sharp, fierce drive that could only come after six years of waiting to come inside me.
I understood exactly how that felt.
And I welcomed it.
“Come,” I growled as his pants hit my lips.
That was all it took for both of us.
Blow after blow of pleasure tore through me, and I screamed his name and heard, “Chloe,” at the same time.
We were shuddering together, our bodies locked, fingers desperately gripping each other’s skin. And while the most satisfying sensation spread through me, I felt him empty himself inside of me.
I clung to his neck until our bodies stopped moving, our lips pressed together, air mingling. “Oliver …”
His nose was rubbing against mine, the dampness of our skin making us so slick. “I’m so fucking crazy about you,” he whispered softly, and I remembered the first time he’d said that to me.
I squeezed him inside me, not wanting to let him out, and I breathed, “I feel the same way about you.”
“Good morning, sweet girl,” Oliver said as he kissed me on the cheek.
My eyes flicked open to see him sitting next to me on the bed, dressed in the clothes he’d worn last night.
“I have to run back to my place and shower for work.” He kissed me again, leaving his lips there for much longer. “I’ll see you in a little while.”
“Mmm,” I groaned, grabbing his hand so he wouldn’t leave. “You want to meet for coffee?”
He smiled, his fingers now rubbing across my chin. “I would love that. I’ll text you in a little bit.”
He kissed me once more, and after I watched him walk to the door, I hurried out of bed and searched the room for my purse, finding it near the entrance. I grabbed my phone from the inside, and the first thing I saw was a text from Lance.
Lance: Looks like you’re already asleep, baby. I’ll try you again when I wake up.
Every memory from last night began to replay in my head.
The sounds.
Tremors.
What it’d felt like each time I came.
And not one of those orgasms was from my husband.
They were from my first love.
And now … I was a cheater.
An adulteress.