Page 118 of That First Flight

I nod in response, my body feeling like it’s going to combust at any minute.

He lowers himself on top of me, nudging my legs open with a tap of his fingers. I open them, eager to feel this between us.

I keep my eyes fixed on where his hand grips his cock. Oliver strokes it from base to tip before pressing the head against my sensitive clit. I suck in a sharp breath, anticipation buzzing as he swipes in through my wetness slowly.

“Fuck, you’re still so wet for me,” he groans.

The tip of his cock sits right at my entrance and the feel of that alone has me ready to explode.

“Please,” I beg.

“So eager,” he hums. “But here’s the thing… I know you’ve never been fucked properly before. That no one has taken their time with this sweet pussy.” He slowly pushes himself into me. Not completely, but just enough that I feel myself stretch around him. A whimper that’s mixed with pain and pleasure comes out of me. “And after this, no one will ever have this pussy but me.”

With his words ringing in the air, Oliver pushes even more into me.

“Jesus Christ,” he draws out. “You’re so tight.”

“Oh my god, Oliver,” I practically cry out. “That feels. Wow.”

He leans down to press a kiss to my lips before whispering, “I’m not all the way in, baby. Arms over your head,” he orders. “Grip the bars of the headboard and don’t let go.”

I do as he says. I feel hot in every single part of me, but I’m shivering with need, with desire.

The quick pain I felt morphs into pleasure as Oliver sinks himself completely into me, and I cry out his name. My back lifts off the bed, my knuckles white from holding on. I feel so completely full.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yes,” I assure him. “So much, yes.”

Oliver laughs as he pulls back slowly, just enough that the tip stays in before he pushes himself back into me. He hits a spot I didn’t even fucking know existed because I suck in another sharp breath.

“You’re a dream, Macey,” Oliver grunts as he repeats the same tentative movements. He’s clearly taking his time with me as he makes sure I’m okay. “Your pussy was made for me.”

“I need more,” I plead. “Please.”

“Because you asked so nicely.” Oliver pulls back and thrusts into me. He picks up his pace as he leans into me, taking my bottom lip between his teeth with a teasing bite.

I release my hold on the headboard and I palm the sides of his head just before he’s about to pull away and bring my lips to his. He takes anything and everything he’s willing to give me. My tongue sweeps past his lips as he drives in and out of me.

“Oh my god,” I moan on a shaky breath.

“You keep making noises like that and I’m going to come before I’m ready,” he hisses. “And I amnotready to be done with you.”

His eyes glaze over. The blues are gone and I’m about to see a whole new side of Oliver as he pulls out and flips me onto my stomach faster than I can let out a breath. “On your knees.”

I rise to my knees, leaning down on my forearms as I lift my ass into the air for him.

“Such a good girl for me,” Oliver praises as his strong, calloused hands squeeze my ass before he lines himself up with my entrance and plunges in as far as he can go.

I can’t help but gasp. I’m unable to breathe as the feeling is so intense that I can’t even think straight. This new position has him hitting spots that I didn’t even know existed as he drives into me over and over again with rapid movements.

Suddenly, without warning, his movements slow and I look over my shoulder and I see his eyes closed and his head back as if he’s trying to maintain control for me. I’ve realized that there is nothing sexier than a man who loses control. And watching him lose control with me, has me closer to the edge.

“Oliver,” I cry out. “I’m close. I need you to move.”

“I need a minute, babe.” His voice is soft. I can feel the energy under his palm as he holds onto my hips for dear life. Like if he lets go, I’m going to slip away. “You’re everything, Macey,” he whispers under his breath. “Everything I never knew I needed.” He says the words so softly that if I wasn’t paying attention I would have missed them.

I push back into him, his cock hitting the sweet spot as I bounce myself against him. A flood of adrenaline rushes through me like a drug, and I’ve never felt so alive.

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