I thrust my hips up when I could no longer take it, opening my legs wider, steepling them for him. “David.” I exhaled. “Please, David. I can’t. I can’t take it.”
He spread my legs farther apart with his, baring me to him, and reached between us to deftly insert the tip of himself into me.
“Olivia,” he growled, looking to the ceiling in pleasure. “You’re so wet. So ready.”
“Please.” My voice pitched, impatient to fill the persistent ache David had inspired with one look.
He moved onto his elbows. A small sound escaped me as he eased inside. He exhaled, as if he’d been holding his breath, while I inhaled sharply, clenching the sheets in unforgiving fists as he gave me every last inch. My walls molded around him, and heaven opened inside me. He was what I’d been missing all this time.
I didn’t know how my face looked in that moment of pure bliss, but he whispered, “Are you okay?” We remained that way, momentarily immobilized by the earth-tilting sensation, until I managed a quick nod.
“You’re so fucking warm, Olivia,” he said, his eyes locked on mine. “From the moment we met, you’ve brought warmth to my life.” His breath quickened as he sought my mouth, kissing me as though it were the last thing he would ever do—needy, tender, and fast all at once.
He pulled out almost entirely and drove inside of me with a guttural groan. I gripped his arms and had only a second to put my legs around him before he thrust again, wrapping me up into his rhythm. His pace accelerated quickly, giving me exactly what I wanted and more than I knew I needed. Within seconds he was mercilessly driving into me over and over—yes yes yes, he moaned as though voicing my thoughts. He reached for my hair and pulled it, bowing my head to allow him access to my mouth as we fucked.
Our bodies moved greedily after weeks of sizzling tension. I cried out brokenly, heat building within me.
Oh, God. I was actually going to . . . come?
Slowly, but also swiftly in a way, my orgasm mounted, pulling me into a world I’d never been.
It felt so fucking good. So right. So unlike anything I’d experienced with another person.
David kissed that perfectly sensitive spot behind my ear. I licked and sucked the wet saltiness of his neck. I wanted this. I wanted to give him my first time. He whisked my forearms above my head in an iron grip, pushing them into the mattress. Our fingers intertwined, squeezing together as his thrusts became more and more frantic.
“Oh, God. You’re so beautiful, so hot,” he rasped. “Open up for me.”
Open for me. Don’t close, Olivia. Don’t fuck this up.
Thoughts of opening and closing, heat and cold, inadequacy and flaws began to rush over me. Here I was, underneath the most beautiful man in the world, and I was certain he was the answer to questions I’d stopped asking long ago.
Could I do this for David?
Let him in, give him the orgasm nobody else could draw from me?
As warmth receded, I had my answer. I couldn’t do it. David was wrong about me. I wasn’t hot; I was cold and too flawed, even for him.
I heard my name and opened my eyes, realizing I’d been squeezing them shut. “Come back,” he said, never breaking our rhythm. “Come on, Olivia. Look at me.” I met his gaze as he moved into me, slightly slower but with more force. The change in momentum had me gasping for air. “Olivia,” he moaned with such intense need that I moaned back and pulled him closer with my legs, urging him deeper.
“That’s it. Don’t look away,” he said, picking up his pace again. “Oh, God. That’s it.”
He never lost eye contact. Never stopped fighting for me. I’d thought David was the most dangerous thing in my life, but in the eye of the tornado we’d created, I could let go. I was safe here.
“David,” I cried suddenly. My bloodless fingertips tingled in his grasp; my thighs shook with the force of an impending explosion. He kissed me with the same force, giving me the push I needed to surrender.
“Let go, Olivia,” he commanded against my lips, and I constricted around him as my control vanished.
Pleasure seared through me, and everything around me went white. I gave myself over to the first blissful wave that ripped through me as David called my name over and over, coming fast and hard with me.
* * *
When I fell back to earth, our breathing had synced. Sweat began to cool my skin. As our fingers were still linked, David was still inside me, securing his collapsed weight to me.
He drew back and smoothed his hands over my hairline, brushing the strands from my face. He kissed the place the hair had been, then my cheek and neck, lingering with each contact. “I have never,” he whispered into my neck, “never come that fast. You drive me wild.”
Gently, he pulled out of me, threw the condom on the ground, and sat back on his knees. The world slowed when I got up to face him. A heavy pit formed in my stomach as we watched each other.
I’d done it. I’d fucked another man.
I’d broken my vows and the trust that had been put in me.
And I’d used the advice of a dead woman who wasn’t even six feet under to justify it.
I looked down at my naked body, opening my adulterous hands. My face contorted as tears threatened. I’d had opportunity after opportunity to walk away, yet I’d fallen so easily into David’s arms. How could I have used Davena to defend my weakness? She never would’ve told me to cheat. She’d be so disappointed.
I shook my head and covered my face, trying desperately to hide from David what was coming. “No,” I whispered into myself.
“Olivia, don’t,” David pleaded.
I lifted myself from the bed. I had to get away now, or I’d never be able to leave his warmth.
But with my first couple steps, my trembling legs buckled, and I sank to the ground.
“No,” I wailed as the truths I’d been fighting washed over me. Davena was truly gone. I hadn’t even said good-bye. Mack had lost the love of his life. I’d made a mockery of my own marriage and had crossed a line I could never come back from. I’d given David more than I ever had my husband, and even as regret descended, I wanted to stay in David’s bubble. “What have I done?”
My entire body shuddered with sobs as I folded over my knees. Tears spilled from my hands and disappeared on the floor. Coarse wood dug into my shins and elbows until David’s immense hands grasped my shoulders, drawing me up. When I was on my feet, he turned me to him, hugging me tightly as I shook.
“I’m here,” he whispered feverishly. “Let me in. Let me help.”
“You can’t.” Despair squeezed my chest, making its way up to my throat. “I don’t know what you think you see in me, but I’m not that.”
He placed his hands on both sides of my head, clearing the hair from my tear-streaked face. “I see a girl who wants to let go.”
His words struck something buried deep inside, and I shook my head harder, stepping back without breaking eye contact. “I’m not that. I don’t want that,” I said, pressing my palm forcefully against my chest. “I’m empty inside, David, and I did that to myself. You don’t understand. There’s nothing left to give.” That was why I’d built the life I had. I’d already opened my heart as wide as it would go, and it wasn’t enough. David deserved a woman who held nothing back. “I’m too fucked up. And you . . . oh, God. You’re so beautiful.”
Confessing my ever-present void knocked the breath from me. David had a way of drawing out my closely guarded secrets, charming them from me like poisonous snakes.
David looked equally horrified. I didn’t know what to see in the way he stared at me. I only knew that I’d finally managed to drive him away, but not soon enough.
The damage was already done.
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I expected David to release me. To make some excuse about having to work early while gathering my things and ushering me back into the night. Instead, he grabbed me to him, kissed me with a heated fury, and picked me up, urging all my limbs around him. Grasping th
e nape of my neck, his fingers digging into my skin, he charged forward. My back hit cold plaster as he knocked against a nightstand, overturning a lamp.
“I need you,” he said through gritted teeth, adjusting my weight with his hips, already hard as stone between us. I flattened my palms and upper back against the wall as he stepped back, my legs still clinging to him, took himself in his free hand, and sank into me without checking to see if I was ready. He slid in easily, but I gasped from the unexpected and delicious feel of his rock-hard and unsheathed cock inside me.
He thrust hard and fast, bouncing me against the wall with his urgency. “You feel so good.” He caught my lips in a furious kiss. “Fuck.”
He slipped his arms under mine and covered each of my shoulders, bringing me down onto him harder, going so deep that my ass slapped against his scrotum. I grasped vainly at his slick back, trying to hold on as he continued to buck.
My insides seized with each naked plunge, bringing me quickly to the edge. I threw my head against the wall and winced.
“Shit.” He backed us away.
“It’s fine,” I said, panting. “I’m close. Don’t stop.” I buried my face in his neck as he rounded the bed and stopped at his nightstand. He bent over, cradling my back so I wouldn’t fall, and I gasped with new awareness of how deep he was. He drew back to kiss me quickly on the lips, reached into the top drawer, and pulled out a condom. He stuck the packet in his mouth and tore it open.
Still dangling from his body, I gave him an exaggerated pout. He looked me evenly in the eyes and pulsed his hips once with a groan. My lips parted for a sharp breath.
“I can’t wait to come inside of you,” he said, kissing the underside of my jaw, “once you’re officially mine.”
I nearly lost my grip at his words. I was so aroused by his determination to claim me that I could’ve fainted from sheer need. I’d just broken down on his floor, and the guilt would return, I knew—but I would’ve done anything in that moment to belong to David.
He withdrew from me and set me on my feet to roll on the condom.
As his gaze swept over me in the moonlight, he licked his lips. “Clasp your hands behind your back.” He shook his head when I obeyed. “God, you’re even better than I imagined. And I imagined a lot.”
Warmth rushed up my exposed body. I’d imagined, too. I took in his towering frame and broad, solid torso. Dark curls started at his chest and thinned into a delicious trail. With a six-pack, long, muscled legs, narrow hips, and firm, defined arms, he’d clearly been gifted by the gods with a body he maintained but didn’t work to death.
And nowhere was he more gifted than down south. My mouth watered at just the sight of his massive, implacable erection.
He turned me around, and I yelped when he smacked my ass. “On the bed.”
I climbed up onto all fours, already missing the sight of him.
“You want it that way?” he asked.
The thought excited me, but my first orgasm had happened while looking him in the eye. Perhaps I should’ve been satisfied to have come at all, but I wanted more.
“Never hesitate in my bed,” David said. “I want honesty, always. Turn around. I want to watch your face as I fuck you.”
Even wetter with his demand, I faced him, running one foot down my other shin. When he didn’t make a move, I bit my lip, failing to keep in a whimper, nearly crazed with aching.
He exhaled a short, forceful breath and took a large stride toward me. “Christ,” was all he said as he took an ankle in each hand. In one movement, he’d yanked me and spread my legs so I fell back on the comforter. I shut my eyes with the feel of his lips on the inside of my ankle, making their way up my knee to my inner thigh. His mouth jumped to my stomach, brushing my scar, and my abdominals clenched as I fought from recoiling. No, no, no. Stay with him.
He took my breasts in his hands and ran his thumbs under my nipples while I pushed my hips into his torso, desperate to feel him again. His mouth encircled one nipple and then the other. I bowed into the bliss of his tongue, softly crying out as I grasped handfuls of his hair. He let me pull him up for a hard kiss, then shoved a finger into me and massaged, feeling me from inside.
I writhed beneath him as he added another finger, tempting me to the verge of climax. I fought it, arching into his body. I needed to feel him again, to watch him grunt, his face screwing up with pleasure as he hammered me.
“Come for me,” he rasped against my neck.
“No.” I grabbed his solid ass in both my hands, urging his hips toward me. “I need you inside me.”
“So goddamn stubborn,” he teased and straightened up, sliding my hips to the very edge. He spread my swollen lips for the head of his cock and slowly swirled his pelvis twice. “Beg for it, Olivia.”
“Please,” I said. His fingers massaged my clit. “Fuck me, David.”
He plunged into me. I put my feet on his shoulders and he leaned on them, deepening his range, gripping my hips, nailing me into the mattress so fast I had to hold on to the sheets.
My ears roared as I squeezed my eyes shut. I’d never experienced the dueling sensations of being wholly filled while fingertips also worked my clit.
“I’m going to come any second.” He took my jaw and demanded, “Look at me.”
I broke myself from the darkness and opened my eyes for him. The sea of pleasure that had risen in me crashed over my body, throwing me into a violent orgasm that had me coming twice as long and hard as before. He pounded into me through the climax, never losing eye contact. My legs dropped, my spent body sliding up the bed with each thrust, until he seized my waist to pull me back to the brink. With gritted teeth and a punishing final thrust, he came feverishly, shuddering, holding on to me like I might vanish, until every drop had left his body.
It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
* * *
David braced himself over me, his massive body propped up by sinewy arms. I ran a hand through my sweat-soaked hair and over my undulating breasts, trying to catch my own breath. I jumped when he brushed my clit while pulling out of me. I hooked my legs on the mattress to keep from slithering over the side.
“You’re going to fall,” he said and threw the condom where he’d tossed the first one.
“I can’t move,” I replied between heavy breaths. Hands swept beneath me, and suddenly I was in his arms, being carried to the bathroom where he set me down . . . at the toilet.
“What . . .?” I asked with a slight giggle.
“Sex Ed 101. Always pee after sex. Go.”
I sat down, more out of exhaustion than compliance. “A little privacy?”
“Just go.”
I crinkled my nose at him. “David.”
“Fine.” He turned his back.
“Really?”
“I just fucked the shit out of you. We’re past formalities. Who cares?”
“Peeing is hardly a formality,” I grumbled, but in truth, there was something sexy about David’s lack of squeamishness. The act was oddly intimate even though I’d peed in front of Bill countless times. And now, I had the advantage of admiring David’s toned ass—magnificent, even in the dark.
When I’d finished, he hoisted me back to the bed. “You carry me a lot.”
“I’ll never take having you in my arms for granted,” he said.
I was thankful for the dark that hid my blush. “Aren’t I getting heavy?”
He laughed heartily and tossed me a few inches in the air, catching me easily. “No, honeybee. You’re not. You think I could’ve fucked you that long standing up if you were?”
“The wall did most of the work,” I pointed out, as he held me over the bed.
“Is that what you think?” he asked, nipping under my jaw with his teeth. “Should we try it again so I can prove you wrong?”
My eyes widened. “Can you go again?”
“I could have you till the sun comes up, but you need to rest. We both do.” He dropped me, and I laughed as I hit
the springs. “But now I have to piss.”
“What, I don’t get to watch?”
“You can if you want,” he said.
But as my body settled into the bed, my lids grew heavy.
Did he call me honeybee again?
The sheets must have been a thread count somewhere in the thousands because they were oh . . . so . . . inviting . . .
The mattress shook, jarring me awake. David climbed into the other side of his king-sized bed. I reached across the valley between us to touch him. “I’m cold.”
“Then come here.” He pulled me to him, and I fit myself against a body I wasn’t used to. I rested my elbow on his torso and my face on his shoulder.
“How do you feel?” he asked into my hair.
I sighed. “Sore.”
“Good. I want you remembering this all weekend.”
I nearly shuddered. As if my mind or heart could forget—David had ensured my body wouldn’t. “Can I tell you something?” I asked.
“Olivia.” He rolled me onto my back, covering me as he looked me straight in the eyes. His body seemed miles long; his legs had to be hanging off the edge. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that for weeks,” he said. “Please, tell me something that I don’t have to emotionally beat out of you.”
I swatted his shoulder and snickered. But he wasn’t teasing. He wanted my thoughts. My confessions. My secrets.
I cleared my throat, suddenly on the spot. “It—that was . . .” I went to touch my earlobe, but he caught my wrist without even a glance and kissed the inside of it.
“That was my first orgasm with anyone,” I admitted. Looking up at the ceiling, I added, “Well, first and second.”
“What?” Shock threaded his tone. He moved off me and sat back on his calves. “You can’t be serious.”
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