Page 18 of Snap

He finally pressed the tip of his cock into me. I groaned with relief and renewed desire.

He let me get used to the size of him before he pushed in deeper. Once again he stopped so my muscles could relax around him.

I wound my legs around his hips and used my heels to push him all the way in. Tip to balls.

His eyes widened.

"You feel amazing. So fucking perfect." His eyes half closed.

Supporting his weight on his knees, he set a slow, easy pace like we had forever.

I closed my own eyes and let myself get carried away with the sensations he sent through my body.

"Ollie…" I moaned. I'd never felt so absolutely full before. This man, he might have been made for me, to exactly my specifications and measurements.

"You're so fucking perfect," I told him. "Fuck me harder."

"With pleasure." He increased speed, driving into me over and over, grunting with exertion each time. He made the best sounds when he fucked.

"I'm going to come again," I moaned. How was he drawing a third orgasm out of me? Whatever, I didn't care how, just that he was.

"Let me feel you," he insisted.

His words tossed me over the abyss, as though it was the easiest thing in the world.

He followed a moment later, grunting and moving harder and faster.

I called out his name and dug my nails into his back.

"Rubie," he whispered hoarsely. "Bloody hell." He finally stilled and drew me into his arms, still buried deep inside me, my hands still bound above my head. "You're like no one I've ever met."

"Don't you forget it," I said with a mock growl.

He chuckled. "Nothing would ever make me forget you."

I locked my eyes on his. "Same here."

He untied my wrists, slid out of me and snuggled up close. "We should get some rest. Get our strength up for round two."

I smiled. "I haven't even finished round one yet."

His eyebrows rose. "Challenge accepted." His mouth found mine again, in a gentle kiss which was hot as hell again in a matter of moments.

I awoke with the sun already up. The glow framed the heavy curtains on the windows. I glanced at the watch on my wrist.

"What's the time?" Ollie asked sleepily.

"Eight o'clock,” I replied. "You're not late for work yet. Unless you work really early."

He sat up and blinked a few times. "I usually do, or at least a workout. I should probably go soon." He didn't look like he was in any hurry to get out of bed.

Neither was I. I had the kind of lifestyle that let me sleep till noon, if I wanted to, but I didn't though. Call me evil, but I'm a morning person.

However, I still needed coffee to get going. I guess that made me neutral evil, or something.

"I'll put some coffee on." Reluctantly, I untangled myself from him and the sheets, and grabbed his shirt up from the floor. I turned around and flashed him a sassy smile before I shrugged his shirt on.

I did up a few buttons, just enough for modesty, and padded into the kitchen to start the coffee machine.

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