Page 117 of That First Flight

Fuuuck.

“I’m close. I think I’m going to…”

“Come for me, Macey,” I say against her pussy.

And she does. Her legs shake on each side of my head as her orgasm takes over her body. I take my fingers out of her, and bring my mouth to her and lick up every last drop she has to give me.

Once Macey has successfully come down from her high, I bring myself on top of her, pressing my painfully hard erection into her. At this point, I’m surprised the zipper of my pants hasn’t ripped open yet.

“In case I haven’t said it before—I press a quick kiss to her lips—“you are absolutely stunning when you come.”

Macey giggles under me, wrapping her arms around my neck forcing my body to lay on top of hers as she nuzzles her face into my neck. My forearms cage her face and my fingers wrap themselves in her hair.

I don’t want to press her for more, I’m not that kind of guy. When she’s ready she will tell me but as if she can sense my thoughts, her hips rock into me.

My eyes widen as I pull myself up and look into her gorgeous eyes.

“You said that wasn’t the only time I would come tonight,” she reminds me.

“I did, didn't I?” I grin down at her.

“So, what are you going to do about that?”

I growl as my lips find the shell of her ear. “Are you craving my cock, baby?”

She drives her hips up in response, rubbing herself on my cock. I feel her hot, panting breaths on my neck.

“I want you, Oliver,” Macey admits, pulling my face back to look at her. “I wasn’t sure what I wanted. I wasn’t sure if this was a good idea and I’ve been fighting off these feelings longer than I care to admit. But if I’m correct…” She pauses, bringing her bottom lip between her teeth. “I think you feel it too.”

“I fucking do,” I answer without an ounce of hesitation.

“So why don’t you do us both a favor.”

I raise a brow. “What’s that?”

“Make me yours.”

I don’t think I’ve wanted anything more than this.

My head is in a dizzy haze from the orgasm he just gave me, but no amount of brain fog can stop me from wanting this with him. As someone who’s had sex once in their life, this feels real.

Intimate.

This feels like it’s confirming every feeling I’ve had about this man over the last few weeks.

“Are you positive in what you’re asking me?” Oliver questions as he looks down at me. “I would never make you do anything you’re not ready for.”

I swallow past the dryness in my throat. “I’m ready.”

He lifts himself off me and makes his way to his dresser to grab a condom from the drawer. I watch every move intently as he stands in front of me again and unzips his jeans, pushing them to the floor. His baby blue eyes are now a dark ocean blue as they reignite my body with his gaze.

I don’t take my eyes off Oliver as he hooks his finger into his navy blue boxer briefs and pushes them to the ground with his jeans.

I can’t help when my eyes travel to his cock standing at attention. Oliver gives himself two languid strokes before he tears the wrapper open with his teeth, discarding it to the floor before he rolls it on his thick length.

My eyes widen without even thinking about it. I’ve seen it before. I’ve had it in my mouth. Maybe I’m just wondering howthatmonster of a penis is going to fit—

“It’ll fit.” Oliver grins as if he can read my thoughts. “I’m going to take it slow. Okay?”

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