Page 128 of That First Flight

I pause, suctioning my lips around him as he pours himself down the back of my throat.

My name on his tongue is like a goddamn chant, while he stares at the ceiling. As soon as he releases everything he has into me, he pulls me off the floor.

Oliver brings my face a breath away from him with his hands cupping each side. “You want control, baby?” He swipes his thumb across my swollen lip. I don’t answer him, but he knows. It’s my turn to give him the pleasure he’s always given me. “You should already know that I’ll give you anything you want. You want control, I will gladly get on my knees for you. You’re my weakness, Macey.”

He leaves me standing there as he walks over to the bed. I stand there unblinking with a throbbing need between my legs. I take a deep breath before I turn around to face him. He sits on the edge of the bed with his legs wide open, holding himself up with both hands behind him and his cock already growing harder by the second.

I slowly kick my sandals off to the side. Oliver’s eyes bore into me as he watches my every single movement. I reach for the hem of my dress before lifting it over my head and tossing that off to the side too.

A smirk grows on his lips. “You mean to tell me I just sat with you at dinner this whole time and you hadnothingon under that dress?”

I shrug my shoulders in a very matter of fact way. “The underwear showed through the silk and I didn’t have a strapless bra packed to wear with this.”

Oliver groans and throws his head back while whispering some sort of profanity under his breath. I take that opportunity to walk over to him, stepping between his wide legs and placing my hands on his shoulders.

His head snaps back up to meet my eyes as he reaches for my hips. He gives them a tight squeeze before he grazes my sides with his fingertips until he reaches below the swell of my breasts. I suck in a sharp breath and feel my nipples harden. He scans me up and down and brings his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Touch me, Oliver.” It comes out as a needy plea.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” he asks with a deep raspy tone.

I point to my breasts. “Here.”

His hands move up as they hover over them. He teases the area around my nipple with careful movements as he gently stimulates it with the pad of his finger. He strokes it before pinching it between his fingers. My body quakes at the movements and I can’t help but whimper.

Oliver leans forward and peppers kisses from my chest and down before he takes one in his mouth. He flicks his tongue over it a few times before sucking it into his mouth.

“Oliver,” I moan. An intense feeling begins to take over my body as he moves to the other breast. I’ve already been on the verge of exploding all night and this is just pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

I reach between us to touch myself, but Oliver senses the movement and swats my hand away. “Tell me where else you want me to touch you.”

I don’t skip a beat when I point to the spot between my legs. “Here.”

With one mouth on my breast, his hand reaches between my legs and cups my pussy. He groans into my chest as he sucks harder, releasing my nipple with a pop. “You didn’t tell me you were soaked, Macey.”

I don’t reply. Ican’treply because Oliver moves a finger inside of me, making contact with my clit and it causes every nerve ending in my body to fire at rapid speed. My body heats, my chest rises and falls in more rapid, uneven movements as he works the bud with his finger in slow, delicate circles. I claw at his shoulders, unable to even stand here for much longer.

I choke out his name in a one-word plea to keep doing exactly what he’s doing. I never realized that something like this could feel so damn good. But Oliver knows his way around my body and has the ability to pull every ounce of pleasure out of me.

“Oh my god,” I pant, feeling closer to an orgasm than ever before.

He slides out and I immediately hate the loss of connection, but he doesn’t give me a second to pout before he’s driving two fingers inside of me again.

My mouth opens wide as the pleasure intensifies. My one leg lifts to rest on the edge of the bed next to his thigh, and I watch his lips curve up thanking me for easier access.

My hips grind against him on their own, chasing the high. “That’s it, babe. You feel so wet. So tight,” he says through gritted teeth as he hooks a finger inside of me, hitting that sweet spot he knows drives me crazy. “I want you to come so I can hear your sweet little moans.”

He pulls out one more time before he adjusts his hand so his palm rests right on my clit. My body moves on its own, riding his hand faster and faster until stars dance across my vision.

“I’m going to come,” I cry out.

“Such a good girl giving me what I want,” he praises.

That’s all I needed. Everything turns fuzzy and my body melts into his hands. Literally as my orgasm hits me full force. Despite feeling weak in the knees, I have never felt more alive than I do now in his arms.

“I knew that would be what sends you over the edge,” Oliver says as he peppers kisses along the bare skin of my neck. “I love how your body responds to me.”

As I come down from my high, he pulls his hands out from between my legs. His eyes are locked with mine as he brings his drenched fingers between us.

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