Page 88 of That First Flight

As soon as I do, Oliver lifts me up, never breaking free from my mouth as if we’re glued together. I wrap my legs around him and instantly feel his hardness press into me. It forces another moan of pleasure out of me right before he places me on the counter.

“You can’t be moaning like that,” he says out of breath as he breaks free from our kiss. “I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself any more than I already have if you keep that up.”

I answer him by cupping his face and bringing his lips back to mine.

I can’t help it when my hips begin to slowly rock into him through the kiss. I fight back the moan that’s sitting in my throat because… fuck, this feels incredible. Iwanthim to lose control with me.

My clit is throbbing between us and the friction sends a surge of endorphins through my body that has me begging for more from him.

Oliver stops kissing me again.

“Macey,” he breathes out. His hands move from my hair to my thighs, gripping them with a force that tells me he’s holding back with everything he has in him.

I grip his forearms and feel the veins protruding under my palm as I beg. “Touch me, Oliver. Please touch me.”

“Where do you want me to touch you?”

I have never admitted to anyone other than my new girlfriends that I’m inexperienced. If the situation ever arose, my plan was to let them take the lead and follow along with that. But I trust Oliver. More than I’ve trusted anyone before.

If we’re going to do this, I have to tell him.

“I don’t know,” I finally admit. “But I need you to make me feel things. I need you to show me how to do this. I’ve never…” I pause as his eyes bore into mine, urging me to continue. “I’ve never been with anyone other than Mackenzie's dad.”

His eyes widen at the same time he takes a tentative step back in shock.

Disappointment swarms me.

Talk about a mood killer.

“What are you telling me, Macey? Did he hurt you? Did he force himself on you?”

I place my hands on his chest. “No, nothing like that. We were young. I later found out that it was just a ‘fun time’ for him in high school. Hence why he’s not in the picture. He wanted nothing to do with the both of us.”

I spit the words out in rapid fire, and pray to God he doesn’t judge me for this.

Oliver’s gaze travels from my eyes and down my body as I sit perched on his kitchen island. My heartbeat pounds in my chest. One… two… three long beats pass before he lifts me up and I wrap my arms and legs around him. I cling to him for dear life while my mind races wondering what’s going through his.

“What are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer me, but kicks open his bedroom door with what feels like rage before my ass quickly falls onto his king-size bed.

He turns around to close and lock the door behind him.

I stand up. “If you brought me in here to scold me so that Mackenzie doesn’t hear, then save it. I’ve had enough of that the last eight years of my life.”

“Is that what you think?”

I wave my arms out to showcase the room. “What do you want me to think?”

He takes slow fluid steps towards me, no ounce of smile or amusement on his face.

“I brought you in here because it makes me completely rage inside knowing you and this body have never been fucking worshiped before.”

I inhale a sharp breath and trap it in my lungs.

“Thatno onehas ever touched this body properly before.” Oliver’s fingertips brush my skin from my hand to my shoulder. “That no one has tasted you before.”

“I—” He cuts me off with a finger to my lips.

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