by Jenika Snow
I wanted him as naked as I was.
In the next few seconds, Oliver was moving a step back from me and tearing off his clothes.
I watched as his hard, defined chest came into view. He had a light sprinkling of dark hair that was on his upper chest, right across his pectoral muscles, and another small patch below his navel. That dark hair trailed down and disappeared beneath his jeans.
When he started going for the button of his jeans, all common sense left me. The room grew still, the air thick, hot. He unzipped his pants, his focus on me, and the sound of that zipper seeming so loud it was like it echoed off the walls. I could hear my pulse in my ears, a steady thump, thump, thump that was increasing in pace as the seconds ticked by.
Oliver was back in front of me, his massive cock digging into my belly, the feel of his pre-cum-slicked tip rubbing along my skin.
I remembered what he felt like deep inside me, but even so, seeing his cock, feeling it against me, still had a gasp of shock leaving my lips.
And when he pulled back ever so slightly, I didn’t stop myself from glancing down at his impressive length. His dick was long and thick, with a bulbous head slightly glossy with pre-cum. And he was like that because of me. It was all for me.
My pussy actually clenched at the thought of him pushing that large shaft into me, stretching my unused, aching muscles, making me scream out his name in not only pleasure but pain as well. And God, I wanted that pain, because I knew it would set me over the edge and bring me pleasure.
A thick lump formed in my throat, and I swallowed, trying to push it down. I wouldn’t let my nerves control me.
He pressed his body to mine once more, but he didn’t move to touch me, didn’t do anything but close his eyes and inhale deeply, as if he were taking in my scent.
“God, you smell so good.” He opened his eyes and stared into mine. “I’ve been dreaming about this scent, jerking off to it for the last three months, Adele.” He ran his fingers up and down the sides of my body, having goose bumps forming on my limbs.
I felt his body heat seep into me, felt the way his warm breath came out of him and bathed my temples, arousing me even more.
“God, I thought about you every single minute of every single day.” He kept stroking the sides of my body. He said the last part softly, his gaze on my mouth, his chest rising and falling harder now. I could see his pleasure rising to the surface, becoming tangible.
He slid his hand up my back and curled his fingers around my nape, pulling me closer, my chest pressing to his chest, my taut nipples hardening even more. Oliver didn’t have to lean in to kiss me, because I rose up on my toes and pressed my lips to his before he could react or move. I held onto his strong, broad shoulders, curled my nails gently into his firm and warm flesh. Our kiss started off softly, slowly, but then it became frantic, hard, and almost violent in its eroticism.
Oliver groaned and had his hands on my waist now, his nails digging into my flesh so hard I knew there would be bruises come morning.
“Touch me,” I moaned, knowing he understood what I wanted, what I needed.
He had his hands on my breasts, clenching and unclenching the mounds, the callouses on his palms and fingers magical. I groaned, whispered that I ached for him, that I needed him between my thighs. His hands on my breasts were almost painful as he squeezed and released my flesh, and when he slid those hands down my sides, skated his fingers along my hips, and moved one of his palms to cup my ass, I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of him taking control.
He held my ass for a moment and then moved one of his hands between my thighs, slowly… enticingly. He did this from behind, sliding his fingers along the curve of my bottom before settling between my legs and cupping my pussy. A gasp left me when he speared his fingers through my soaked folds gently, torturing both of us. I heard the low, deep sounds leaving him. He was barely hanging on, just like me.
He licked and nipped at my throat as he parted my pussy lips and stroked me gently, as if he were trying to be as slow as possible, as if he wanted to prolong this.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, Adele. You’re so ready for my cock.”
I nodded, loving that he spoke so filthy to me, that he voiced his desires. Oliver continued to move his fingers up and down my cleft, teasing the opening of my pussy with a finger, but not thrusting the digit into me just yet. And God, did I want that. He kept pushing his dick against my stomach, back and forth, harder with every passing second, his pre-cum smearing along my flesh, making me frenzied.
He teased me for several more seconds, rubbing my clit every time he stroked his fingers up my slit, teasing my hole on every downstroke, and leaving me so thoroughly on edge I was ready to beg him to fuck me. But all too soon, he removed his hand, pulled back slightly, brought his fingers up to his mouth, and right in front of me so I could watch, he dragged those glossy digits along his lips before sucking them in and cleaning my arousal off them.
He leaned in and started kissing me, and I made a low sound of pleasure. This was what I wanted so damn badly. He made me taste myself on him, almost demanding I surrender as he gripped my braids behind my head and tugged gently, tilting my head back farther. I stroked his tongue with mine, moaned at the musky flavor of my wetness, of my arousal on his lips, and of the spicy taste that seemed to be all Oliver.
He started moving his mouth and tongue down my neck, along my collarbones, and stopped when he was right above my breasts. I was panting by this point, unable to control even the simplest act of drawing air into my lungs. The small, hard, and hot pants of his breath bathed my flesh, caused my nipples to harden even farther, and had me clenching my thighs together almost painfully, trying to stem off the arousal long enough for us to make it to the bed.
“Oliver,” I mewled. “I need you.”
He groaned deeply right before he latched onto one of my breasts, sucking at the peak and mound, causing my clit to throb in time with my pulse.
Over and over, he tormented me until the pain and pleasure morphed into one and I wasn’t just thinking of begging him; I actually was. And I had no shame.
“Please, Oliver. Please.”
And with one last drag across the stiff peak of my left breast, Oliver moved his mouth back up until he was kissing me once more. He gripped the cheeks of my ass, lifting me easily off the ground. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my pussy coming in contact with his hard, big length. His cock slipped between my pussy lips, sliding between my soaked folds and driving me insane with lust.
Never breaking the kiss, Oliver turned with me in his arms, walked toward the bed, and then we were lying on it, me on my back, Oliver above me. He leaned back, and I watched as he grabbed his dick, stroking himself up and down, from root to tip, all the while watching me with unrestrained passion.
“I need to be inside you,” he said in the most erotic way I’d ever heard.
“I need that too,” I whispered.
This almost animalistic sound left him, but he said nothing, just moved closer between my thighs, my pussy, and placed the tip at my entrance. God, he was big and hot, thick and soaked with pre-cum.
“Are you ready for me again, Adele?”
I nodded. That’s all I could do, all I could say, even if no words left me.
In one fluid motion, Oliver had his cock pushed deep inside me, filling me, stretching me in two. I couldn’t help the gasp that left me at the feeling of being so stretched, so consumed by him. Big, long, and thick were all perfect words to describe Oliver and what he packed between his thighs. When he started thrusting into me in powerful strokes, in and out, slow but steady, I knew I wouldn’t last. I’d orgasm before this even really started.
“Christ,” Oliver said on a guttural groan. His face was by my neck, the word slightly muffled against my skin. He started moving faster, harder. “God, Adele. Yeah. That’s it.” Our flesh was already becoming slick with our combined perspiration, and I held onto his shoulders tighter as he became frant
ic in his motions.
“You’re so big,” I panted out. “I don’t remember you stretching me like this.”
He groaned at my words. I hadn’t even meant to say them out loud, but my body didn’t feel like mine anymore.
“It’ll always feel this way. Always. We were meant for each other, made for one another.” He scraped his teeth along my neck, and a shiver worked its way through my whole body before taking root in my clit.
Every time he thrust into me, the base of his erection rubbed the hard bundle of nerves at the top of my pussy, making me crying out for more.
“Fuck. So good, Adele. You’re so fucking tight and hot, and so damn wet for me.” He took control of my mouth again, but this time it was a crazed, heated, almost angry kiss. “I’ll never let you go again,” he said with so much determination that if I hadn’t felt just as passionately about it, I’d have been a little scared.
I grabbed the damp strands of his short hair and tugged. Neither one of us could control ourselves, and as the temperature in the room rose, our bodies grew hotter, sweat covering us from head to toe. Our touches became painful but pleasurable, and I knew I’d climax harder than I ever had.
With his cock still buried inside me and his mouth on mine, I dug my nails into his scalp. I knew it had to be hurting him, but I couldn’t control it, and his grunts of pleasure told me he liked it.
He slid his hands under my ass and tightened his hold on the mounds, using me as leverage as he fucked the hell out of me. He started thrusting into me harder, as if he were losing control. Before I knew what was happening, Oliver had us flipped so I was atop him.
With my legs on either side of his waist, I straddled him, his cock no longer inside me but hard and glossy as it lay against his belly, ready to be shoved back deep inside. I placed my hands flat on his chest and rose up, letting him grab his cock, place the tip at my hole once more, before I started to sink down on his dick. And then I began to ride him.
Up and down, faster and harder, I rose up and pushed back down, letting my body swallow his cock before I repeated the process.
He still had his hands on my ass, and when he spread the cheeks, slipped his fingers between them, and touched the tight hole nestled there, everything inside me tightened erotically.
“Oh. God. Oliver. Yes.” I didn’t even care I cried out those words, broken, needy, honest.
“Yeah, Adele. That’s it. Come for me, baby.” He looked at me with a hooded expression, his pleasure right there, but his self-control keeping him in check. A little. I knew he’d become just as unhinged as I was and pretty damn quickly.
“Come for me, Adele.” He added a little more pressure with his finger to that tight hole, to the area of my body no man had ever touched. Yet with Oliver, anywhere he touched me inflamed every single part of my body.
And just like that, I came for him.
10
Oliver
Fuck. I was going to come really fucking hard and really damn soon. And I hated that this would end, but I anticipated having her all over again… forever.
My gaze was focused on the sight of Adele’s breasts bouncing up and down as she rode the hell out of my cock. The fact that she’d let me touch a part of her so intimate, so taboo to most people, turned me the fuck on. And when I touched that tight little forbidden hole, I’d seen her control snap.
Goddammit, I felt her inner muscles clench rhythmically around my dick as the clear pleasure moved through her, and I knew she’d come for me again. I gripped her waist, tightening my hold on her wide, curvy-as-fuck body. I had to grit my teeth so I didn’t get off right then, filling her up, making her take all my cum. Oh, I’d give it all to her, but not yet. Not yet. I wanted her to get off again before I found my own release. I wanted to see the expression of euphoria cover her face just once more before I finally gave in to my own pleasure.
For long minutes I let her take the lead, riding up on me and sinking back down over and over again as she engulfed my cock with her tight cunt. I might have slept with her the first time months ago, but this felt like the first time, like I’d never known what she felt like. It was as if there had never been—there never would be— a more passionate moment than right here and now with Adele.
But I knew that was a lie. I knew it would always feel like this with her.
I rose up just enough that I could shift so she was the one on her back now. I needed to take control. I needed to be the one to give it to her, not the other way around. This was a lot of movement, a lot of action for the amount of time we’d been fucking, but I wanted to experience all of this with her. Over and over again. I wanted to experience more—forever—with her.
Sliding all the way back into her had me groaning and closing my eyes, telling myself not to get off, forcing my self-control to withstand my basic, primal urges. Sweat lined my brow and dripped down my temples. I leaned back on my haunches and looked down where our bodies connected.
“Yes, Oliver. God, yes. I’ve been waiting for this moment since I was first with you.”
Fuck, nothing better than hearing that. “Say you haven’t been with anyone since me. Tell me I’m the only one, Adele.”
She gasped, moaned, thrashed in her pleasure.
“Tell me.” Those words left me on a strangled groan as I stared at where we were connected, where my thick, monstrous cock filled her tight little pussy hole.
“You’re the only one I’ve been with in years, Oliver. The only one I want.”
“That’s fucking right,” I grunted in approval. She was all pink and soaked flesh and stretched so fucking wide around the girth of my dick that my shaft actually jerked on its own. My balls drew up tight with my imminent orgasm.
I snapped my focus to her face, watched as her eyes widened, and I knew she was close to getting off again. Her lips were parted, glossy from our kissing. I started pounding in and out frantically, maybe too hard, too forcefully, but she moaned for more, begged for it.
And I gave it all to her.
I couldn’t drag my gaze away from her face, and when she arched her back, thrusting her big breasts out, and cried in pleasure, I finally let myself go.
I leaned forward, bracing my hands on the mattress beside her head, and grunted as I thrust into her over and over again before finally burying my dick fully in her, my balls resting against the sweet curve of her ass.
And then I came harder than I ever had, even when I’d first been with her. My muscles hurt from how tense I was as I came. My head was downcast, and as much as I wanted to close myself off and just get lost in the sensation, I wanted to watch her come even more than that.
And fuck, she looked so damn pretty.
I felt the aftershocks start to recede, these long, pleasure-tortured seconds seeming to last an eternity. I was finally able to breathe again. I only gave myself a second to recoup before I forced myself to come back to reality.
Adele looked drugged, this sleepy smile playing across her lips, this glow to her skin. I leaned in and kissed her, my cock softening inside her, but I refused to pull out of the tight, hot, and wet cocoon of her body.
“Oliver… that was—”
“Perfection. It was fucking perfection, Adele,” I said, finishing her sentence.
She closed her eyes during her orgasm, and when she opened them again, I stared into the dark irises that I’d forever get lost in.
“That about sums it up,” she said with amusement in her voice and laughed softly.
I leaned down and kissed her once more before reluctantly pulling out of her with a grunt of disappointment. Lying beside her, I thought about what we’d just done, what this meant. I’d bared myself to her, and in return she’d given me the greatest gift, the one thing I wanted so desperately I didn’t know how I’d survive without it.
Her love.
I thought about what we’d just shared, how I couldn’t have fantasized about a more perfect moment, experience. As impossible as it was, my dick started getting hard on
ce more at those thoughts, at the feel of her breasts pressed against my chest. She was soft where I was hard, feminine where I was masculine. Her flesh was smooth, curvy. She was all woman.
“Do you know what this means, Adele?”
She pulled back only enough that she could look into my face. “I know what I want it to mean,” she whispered. “Because what I said was true, Oliver. I do love you.”
My heart stopped and restarted at those words. I’d never get tired of hearing them. I’d yearned for them, grown addicted to them. “I love you too. So fucking much I don’t know how I’d survive without you.” I wasn’t a fool in thinking this wasn’t absolutely batshit crazy, to fall in love, have someone your everything in such a short amount of time. But I didn’t care what anyone thought. I’d never felt anything more real than this, than Adele.
“I want it to mean that—”
“You’ll always be mine, Adele. That’s what I want this all to mean.” The smile she gave me said she wanted that too.
She rested back on the pillow, and I just wanted to kiss her face all over again, to tell her how much I loved her until she got sick of hearing it.
I wanted to revel in the fact that I finally had Adele back in my arms, and I wasn’t letting her go for anything.
11
Adele
I pulled the blanket around me and sat on the balcony, overlooking the city. This early in the morning, everything was calm, the city half-asleep, the sun barely peeking over the horizon. I felt peace and serenity surround me and smiled to myself. It wasn’t just because of the scenery though; it was also because of the man currently sleeping in the bed behind me.
I stopped fighting this, fighting what I felt for Oliver. Maybe it was crazy, fast, and made no sense. But when I stepped back and looked at the situation, saw the way I felt for him, how even all these months later I still fell so damn hard for him, I knew this was real.