Stay with me

Everything had stopped. My breathing. My brain. The pumping of my heart. Ollie.

The sound of my door locking echoed.

My heart thumped.

He turned to face me.

My heart thumped.

His powerless eyes filled with lifetimes of longing—longing for me.

My heart thumped.

And Ollie withdrew his white tee, exposing tattoos along his ribcage, chest, and lean abs. In two long strides, he stood before me again, picking me up off the desk effortlessly and laying me across the mattress. He slowly pi

I could breathe again.

“I’m not going to fuck you, Mia,” he said slowly, his nose grazing mine as the mint bounced off his mouth. Before I had a chance to question him, his tongue slipped between my lips and our impatient kiss spiraled. We were on fire as a familiar spark went off inside me. My lips trembled against his as his fingers traveled down to the button on my jeans. Ollie had the ability to break me, and I knew it the moment my eyes fell on him.

He hesitantly pulled away and stood over me with one knee between my legs and his other foot planted on the floor. “Are you on birth control?”

I nodded. “And I never have sex without a condom … I have a box in my suitcase.”

Ollie looked over to my suitcase and back at me. “You always use a condom? Not even one slip-up?”

I nodded and shook my head, unable to contain the buzz of him. “Never slipped.”

“Then I’m not making love to you with a fucking condom on.” An ache and adoration mixed in his eyes, and his voice held a promise. “It’s all or nothing, Mia.”

“Okay,” I whispered, and lifted my shirt over my head, dropping it to the floor beside me.

His eyes praised me before his lips did, and his warm hands reached behind me to unlatch my bra, freeing my breasts. Ollie guided my arms above my head before his fingers inched their way down the length of them, past my breast and at my sides. My nipples hardened instantaneously under his warmth. Gasping, my body buckled under his wet lips as they trailed along my collarbone and down the middle of my chest.

Ollie took his time, and his nose brushed my stomach as his lips left impressions over my skin. My impatient hips moved beneath him as he undid my button and zipper.

“The feeling you have right now—I need you to hold on to it for as long as possible. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?”

“I think so,” I breathed.

Ollie paused and dropped his hands on each side of me. “The moment you start slipping away, and you don’t feel anything anymore, I can see the change in your eyes. They turn hollow. All I’m asking is for you to stay with me for as long as you can. When you notice your damn switch turning back on, remember this moment. Remember me and the way I make you feel, alright?”

“Yes, Ollie,” I said eagerly.

He removed my boots and peeled off my jeans as I lay there in anticipation, watching him adore every inch of me. Soft lips trailed along my hipbone and over my panties. He rested his chin over my lower stomach and looked up to me. His two emerald gems sparkled, asking for consent in silence.

I nodded, and his mouth moved to my i

Ollie pulled my knees apart, and his hands massaged the insides of my thighs as his eyes fell over my sex, then my stomach, then my breasts, and then my face, taking in all of me.

I was already his and whatever he wanted.

His slave. His savior. His anchor.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered from his throat.

I shook my head. “No talking.”

His eyes drifted up and down before they met mine again. “I don’t think you understand, love. I’m talking, and I’m saying you are fucking beautiful.” His gaze roamed down to my sex again before he drowned in weakness. “All of you.” Before I could detest his verbal abuse, Ollie lowered his head. The heat of his breath landed on me before his warm, wet tongue stroked my center from bottom to top.

Oh, my god …

My head fell back and my hips instantly reacted against his fever. He pulled away only to spread me wide before his mouth consumed me entirely. I screwed my eyes shut, broken moans escaping me, and my fists found his hair as a wave built up inside me, his skillful tongue sweeping me into another dimension. He pushed my thighs wider as his green eyes soaked me in with each precise strike.

Ollie swiped across my heat once more before his lips covered my knot of nerves, sucking tenderly, and the tingle in my core flared, spreading of an electric forest fire.

It was happening. Ollie pressed his finger against my entrance, making slow circles to the same tempo as his torturous tongue. My hips moved against the feelings I’d never felt before. A storm inside sent waves crashing over and over on top of the inferno. The fire and ice.

Then he dipped his finger inside, and I ignited all over again. Each steady graze of his graceful finger went deeper and deeper, catering to every need, touching places that desired him. I bit my lip to stifle a cry as my legs shook under his grasp.

“Ollie,” I urged in a whimper. I couldn’t hold on any longer, or I couldn’t hold on again. I couldn’t distinguish between where one ended, and another began. My orgasms all blurred together. He pulled away from me too soon and quickly ripped off his jeans and boxers without taking his eyes off me.

Then he was stripped bare, standing before me as if he was offering himself to me, giving me a piece of him he knew he could never take back.

He was beautiful.

He crawled up my pining body until his mouth met mine, his lips more tender and sensuous with each kiss. He kissed me slowly again and again as his rock-hard arousal pressed against my wetness.

He held our kiss as he eased himself inside, inch by inch, driving me to whimpers as he filled me. Our once-intense kiss weakened at the feeling of our co

“Mia, look at me,” he demanded as his gentle thumb swept across my glistening forehead. My eyelids parted to meet green trusting as he pumped into me again and again and again. The only thing keeping him up was his elbow digging into the mattress beside me, but even his elbow trembled.

He ran his thumb across my bottom lip before he kissed me again. The perfect length of him stroked me, and I felt every sensation, every thrust, as he slid against my walls. Every flexed muscle of his moved beneath my wild fingers.

His free hand moved to my breast, to my waist, to my … oh …

He made slow, gentle circles over my clit, sending me over the edge as his elbow kept the tremor in my leg steady. I swiped his hair off his sweaty forehead as his pumps grew closer together, making me moan. I dug my nails into the muscles of his back as a surge accelerated, and my name fell from his lips in a plea. “Mia … I’m about to … Let go, and come with me.” He gripped my bottom as he took me deeper, touching places needing him with a slow, nerve-detonating grind.