Page 90 of That First Flight

“I don’t have to touch you to know you’re dripping for me.” His voice deep with desire. “Your pussy is begging to be touched, isn’t it?”

I nod eagerly as I lift my head to meet his stare.

Oliver reaches between my legs and runs a single finger between my wet slit. My back completely arches off the bed at the contact as I moan in pleasure.

“So. Fucking. Responsive.”

His finger reaches my clit and I swear I’ve never in my life felt a feeling quite like this. It’s intoxicating and overwhelming in the best way possible. My hips buck into Oliver’s hands while he rubs slow circles around the throbbing bundle of nerves. I want him to give me everything he’s got.

“Fuck,” I say through a breathy moan.

Just as the words leave my lips, his one hand grips my tattooed thigh while his finger dives inside of my pussy. I scream. I fucking scream out in bliss as he slowly pumps in and out of me.

“You’re so tight, baby. I can feel every single muscle clamp around my finger.”

“More,” I beg through ragged breaths. “Please. I want more.”

“Only because you asked so nicely,” Oliver says before removing his finger from me and replacing it with two fingers while his thumb finds my clit. Only enhancing the euphoric feeling taking over my body right now.

I don’t know what having a real orgasm feels like, but if I had to guess… I’m pretty damn close to seeing stars from Oliver’s fingers working my pussy as he plunges in and out of me. I know I’m wet, but I can hear it with every thrust.

“I’ll give you everything you want, Macey. But I need something from you.”

I lift my head to meet his eyes but can’t form coherent words. My mouth is parted and my breathing is rapid as I try to maneuver the feelings lighting me up right now.

“I want you to come for me. I want you to soak my fingers so I can lick off every last drop of your pleasure.”

That does it.

My legs quiver around him as he fucks me with his hand harder and faster.

“I think I’m going to…” I pant.

“Yes. That’s it,” he urges me. “Bring yourself over the edge for me, baby. Let me see you fall apart for only me.”

And I do. I shudder around him as my orgasm takes over.

I scream out his name over and over again as my hands grip the sheets around me. The most powerful feeling takes over my body and I’ve never felt sexier than I do under his watchful eye with his hands touching the most sensitive parts of my body.

As I come down from the wild high I just experienced, Oliver removes his fingers from inside of me. I prop myself up on both elbows, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I watch him bring his fingers between his lips. Sucking them clean.

“The sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” He hums in approval.

“Jesus. Christ,” I whisper.

Oliver leans forward, pressing a kiss to my forehead before he retreats to the en suite bathroom. As he walks back into the room, I notice a washcloth in his hands. But I also notice the painful erection he’s trying to hide behind his sweatpants. He doesn’t say anything as he reaches between my legs, pressing the warm cloth to me.

I hiss at the contact and his eyes widen. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

I shake my head.

“I need words, Macey. Tell me I wasn’t too rough with you.”

“No,” I say quickly. Not wanting him to feel one bit of guilt over this because I wanted this the same way he did. “It was… wow. It was incredible.”

Oliver runs a palm over my sweat soaked hair, planting another kiss to my forehead.

Which has me soaring every time his lips make contact.

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