Stay with me

Ollie tried pulling my head away, “Mia … I’m about to … fuck …” And I grabbed his backside, my mouth covering him, sucking, then taking him deeper once more and it was all he needed before he pulsed in my mouth. Every muscle in his beautiful body went rigid before relaxing against my hold.

Pulling away, I looked up at Ollie, who had a lazy smile on his face. He cupped my face and brought me to my feet and kissed me hard, eagerly. “You were …” He kissed me again. “That was … “ He slammed his mouth to mine in desperation.

He kicked off his joggers and boxers, wrapped his arms around my waist, and spun me around before falling over the mattress, taking me on top of him. He gripped the back of my head as his lips never left mine, soft, sensual, and craving me. He dipped his other hand under my shirt and ran it across my bare skin.

Pulling away from our kiss, I straddled him and lifted my shirt over my head as he reached around me to unclasp my bra. He pulled the bra straps down each shoulder and arm, one by one, until he removed it altogether. His eyes radiated as he took in the sight of me. Thirsty for our co

Once I was completely naked, he rolled me over to my side as we faced each other. He gripped the back of my thigh and pulled my leg over his. “I want to cherish right now. Let’s lay here for a moment,” he said as he trailed his fingers up my thigh, to my bottom, and pi

My fingers fell over his face as I etched his jawline, his chin, his lips, his freckle by his mouth as Ollie’s fingertips ran up my curves, over my hips, dipping at my waist, then cupping my breast.

His lips grabbed mine tenderly before he slipped his tongue through, meeting mine with a slow cadence. His taste held the same fire and ice as the first time as we relished in this moment, admiring one another, taking in each other’s allure. Hot tears gathered at the corners of my eyes before spilling in our beauty.

“Why are you crying, love?”

“It’s because I know.

“What do you know?”

“I can no longer be without this … without you,” I said. Ollie gri

I’d never in a million years thought those words would ever fall from my lips. I had it bad for the boy who felt too much.

Ollie dipped his head back and raised a brow. “Mia Rose Jett, are you pre-proposing to me?” A boyish grin spread along his features as he sca

Lifting my shoulder in a half shrug, I only replied with the same smile.

“You know, I’m supposed to propose, right? I’ll be damned if you take that away from me.” He rolled over on top of me and settled between my legs. “You want to know when I knew?”

I nodded as he rocked his hips back and forth against me.

“I woke up one morning from a nasty hangover, made my way to the bathroom, and when I opened my eyes, there you were. Standing there, staring back at me, and I just knew.”

I pushed against his shoulder playfully. “We’d never even talked yet.”

“We didn’t have to. I looked up, and this voice inside my head said, ‘There she is, there’s the girl I’ve been waiting for,’ and you stared back at me with those bright light-brown eyes and I swear I almost fell to my knees right then. It took everything I had not to. In the mess hall, I thought you were an apparition, like a figment of my imagination, but the morning in the bathroom, you changed my whole world, and you had no clue.” He brought himself on his elbows as my head rested between them, and ran his fingers up my forehead and through my hair.

His passionate kiss left promises of forever across my lips. He lowered himself, scraping his lips across my jaw, down my neck, and over my collarbone. He took my hard nipples between his lips, gently pulling them between his teeth before slipping further down my torso. My breath wavered when his hands reached the back of my thighs, gripping as his lips marked their territory across my stomach.

Lower.

Ollie trailed kisses along my hipbone and over my pelvis. He rested his head against my thigh, between my legs, and looked up at me, helplessly in love. He didn’t have to speak the words; I knew.

His warm breath spread across my sex first, breathing on me and breathing me in. “I am embarrassingly obsessed with the taste of you,” he confessed. “Utterly addicted.” His words hit my insides, shooting rockets up the center. His warm tongue hit my entrance as he stroked through my groove before landing over my knot. “Infatuated,” he breathed.

“Don’t tease me, Ollie … I can’t … handle it.” Each word struggled to free.

Ollie gri

He reached for a pillow, folded it in half, and lifted my bottom over it. “Don’t move,” he demanded, and pushed my knees apart. “Keep these open. I want to see and taste all of you.” Then, in one precise and demanding stroke up with his tongue, his mouth covered my clit. The vibrations in his light moans only added fuel to the manipulation of his tongue. Biting my lip raw, I gripped the mattress as Ollie held the rest of me together yet shattered me to pieces at the same time.

His two hands put pressure down the sides of my sex, spreading and massaging me simultaneously. My vision went hazy as every muscle in my body tightened against him. His supple finger dipped inside, grazing along the spot he knew would push me over the edge, then he sucked his forefinger off between his lips. “You taste so fucking good, Mia.”

The heat from his comment ran to my cheeks as he smiled. And he drove his skillful tongue through me, flicking inside as his lips covered me, his thumb attending to my clit. It was all I needed to let go. I cried out as my climax pulsed against his mouth and his hands pi

After landing three soft kisses over my sex, Ollie got on his knees and slowly eased his arousal inside me. His body curled over as his palms hit the mattress on each side of me. “My god, Mia …” he breathed. “You’re still pounding. I can feel you beating against me.” He stilled inside me as he kissed my neck, his hands roaming across my chest and down my sides as I whimpered. “Fuck, I’m going to come from your on-going orgasm around me alone.” He pulled my head between his arms and kissed my lips. “Did that feel good?”

“I’m … still …” I panted, unable to find words, so I nodded.

Ollie brushed his nose against mine. “You want me to stop?”

Pulling my trembling lip between my teeth, I shook my head.

Ollie smiled as he lifted himself back up on his knees. He watched himself slide out only to pump slowly back inside me. His skin tightened, every muscle flexing in his arms and abdomen, and he wet his lips before grinding into me once more. Every cell in my body was in a pleasured frenzy as my sight caved to his beauty.

Ollie cursed and praised my name in one word as my legs shook, trying to keep it together. Returning his eyes to mine, I only saw forever. He brought his thumb to his lips, sucked the tip, and rubbed it over my clit, repeating circular motions as he continued his torturous slow grind, grazing inside, attending to every sensation. He moved slowly at first, each thrust bringing us both closer. The battle between keeping the slow pace to outlast the pleasure and the need to arrive at the inevitable brink was written all over his desperate expression.