Page 25 of What If We Do

“That was…” I bring a hand to my chest reminding myself to take a deep breath and release, deep breath, and release, and then I give him the most satiated smile I can muster.

“That was incredible.”

“Please tell me you come like that for every man you’re with because if you only come that hard for me, it will be so fucking difficult to have to walk away from you when our time is up.”

A tiny piece of me breaks apart inside at the thought of this wonderful man walking out of my life forever. I know to some it might seem like a one-night-stand or quick rebound recovery from my stupid ex, but there is something about him that has me wishing for more time. More laughs. More adventures. More kisses. More touches. Shaking my head, I answer him honestly.

“Oliver no man has ever made me come that hard.”

“What?” His brows pinch. “You’re serious?”

I swallow the lump in my throat and nod.

“Fucking hell, Scarlett.” He wipes his hand down his beautiful face.

“Can I tell you something else?”

“Of course.”

“I’ve never wanted to feel a man inside me, filling me, taking me, as much as I want to feel you. Please tell me you suck at it, because when you walk out that door, I don’t want to have to spend the rest of my days dry and barren because I experienced the best fuck I will ever have and nobody else will ever compare.”

He reaches into his back pocket and pulls a condom from his wallet and then he removes his pants and boxer briefs, his perfect and impressive cock at the ready. His eyes solely on me, he rips open the condom packet and sheathes himself. Hovering over me, his weight on his forearms, he kisses my forehead and then my cheeks and my lips.

“Sweetheart, no matter what, when I’m done with you, nobody else will ever compare.”

I whimper below him. “That’s what I figured, but it’s a risk I’ll just have to take.”

“That’s my girl,” he says to me as he lines himself up, dips his cock into my arousal and thrusts inside me.

“Moooother fuck,” he hisses.

My eyes roll back in ecstasy, and my jaw drops as I inhale at his exhale. “Are you okay?”

“Fuck yes,” he answers. “Scarlett, you’re…Christ, you’re so fucking tight.”

I slide my hands up his chest and kiss his shoulder. “And wet just for you, Oliver.”

His eyes squeeze closed as he pulls mostly out of me but the moment he pushes back in, his gaze is on me. “It’s too much,” he says, shaking his head. “Jesus, you feel amazing.

I reach up and kiss his lips, holding his face in my hands. “Then take me, Oliver. Fuck me as hard and fast as you want, but wherever you go, take me with you.”

He doesn’t give me any other warning before he pulls out of me and slams back in so hard my head nearly hits the headboard. He thrusts into me over and over, so unexpectedly hard I wonder for a fleeting moment if he might tear me apart.

“Scarlett…fuck. It’s too good. It’s so fucking good.”

Reaching down between our bodies, I circle my finger around my clit, heightening my pleasure as he pounds into me. He shakes his head in disbelief at the visual.

“Beautiful.”

“Oliverrrrr, I’m close.”

“Me too, Sweetheart.” He leans down to kiss me, and I moan all of my feelings into his mouth, spurring him on.

“Fuck, Scar. Fuck, I’m going to come. Come with me.”

“Yes! Oliver, yes. Touch me. Please!” I beg. He answers my request and reaches out, grabbing my breasts. Squeezing them, brushing his thumbs against my nipples and pinching, not once slowing down his thrusts. “Oooh, my God!”

I inhale several sharp breaths and then moan in one massive climactic release.

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