Page 22 of Wild Nights

Then he was on me, kissing me as he pushed me to lay on the bed, his body hovering over mine. I widened my legs, hoping he'd press my body into the mattress. Instead, he kept his body tantalizingly away from mine.

"I missed you. I missed this," he murmured as he kissed my jaw, then down my neck. His hands fumbled with the hem of my dress. He pulled back to slowly lift it over my head. I wore only panties.

His fingers lifted the strap and pulled it over my hips and off. Then he took a second to look his fill. "You're absolutely gorgeous. The reality is so much better than my memories of you."

I hummed because I felt the same way. His eyes were a piercing blue, his hair a tad longer than the last time I'd seen him. I wondered if he'd grown it out for me. I couldn't help but notice that I was naked, and he was still fully dressed.

I'd never been so vulnerable in front of a man, and it onlyheightened my desire, increased my awareness. I tugged his lips down to mine, not nearly done with exploring his mouth.

He kissed me while his hand cupped one breast, his thumb strumming over the hard nipple, before drifting lower between my legs. He pulled back slightly. "You're soaked."

"I've been dreaming about this for a long time." Wondering if it would be the same as last time, hoping it wasn't something I'd built up in my head.

His eyes darkened. "Me too."

There was a softening between us, an acknowledgment that we both felt the same way. It wasn't a mistake or a one-time thing. We were explosive together. I didn't know what that meant. But I wasn't willing to walk away from it yet.

My fingers drifted under the edge of his T-shirt, touching his warm skin, gliding over his rigid muscles. His body was a landscape I wanted to explore, and we had all night.

He lowered his mouth so that he sucked on one nipple, then the other. I pulled up his shirt, needing it off.

He reared up, the cool air caressing my wet skin as he pulled it the rest of the way off. Then he shoved down his jeans and boxer briefs. His skin was tan and hard. I wanted to run my hands over every inch of his body and follow them with my tongue.

But when his mouth returned to my nipples, I held him tight to me. I didn't want to let him go. I felt like I'd been let free and would drift away if he wasn't holding me down.

When he moved lower, I widened my legs to accommodate his broad shoulders. He breathed me in, and for once, I wasn’t self-conscious, I felt powerful.

I'd never felt more beautiful or desired. Oliver made me feel like a woman, and I'd been ignoring my needs for too long. He'd set off a firestorm in my body in April, and I needed him to put it out. I couldn't go on like this, with thoughts of him filling me up, taking over my mind.

When he licked me, all thoughts disappeared. There wasnothing but the feel of his tongue, the scruff on his face against the soft skin of my thighs, and eventually his fingers pumping inside of me. The combination was lethal and had me racing toward an orgasm. I wanted to hold back, but I couldn't. Oliver knew how to play my body, and I was powerless against the onslaught.

I arched my back when the orgasm struck, then fell to the bed, my body spasming out of control. I was vaguely aware that he wiped his mouth and climbed up my body, smoothing a condom over his dick, then holding it to my entrance.

When I recovered, I went up on my elbows so I could watch as he fed his cock into my body. It slid easily inside, and it felt as good as I remembered. Maybe even better.

Then he eased out to the tip, sliding slowly back inside. He was torturing me, making me wild with desire. I lowered my body, moving my hips, urging him to go harder, faster. "Oliver."

"I've got you, babe." He lowered his body over mine as he continued to move in long, sure glides. His muscles were bunched tight, his face a mix of concentration and desire.

My hand touched his cheek, marveling at his hard angles against my soft curves. He turned his head and kissed the palm of my hand, the tender gesture a sharp contrast to the thrust of his dick inside me.

"I want you on your knees." If anyone else had said that to me, I would have hesitated and wondered about the meaning. Instead, he pulled out, and I immediately turned over to my stomach. He banded an arm around my middle, and lifted me so that I rested on my hands and knees. A vulnerable position, one I didn't do with many guys.

Oliver kissed his way down my spine, then leaned back, touching the cheeks of my ass and spreading them so he could watch his cock enter me.

I felt out of control with desire as he continued to move, in and out, his movements getting jerkier and a lot harder. Ienjoyed every second of it. I was pulled taut, everything coiling inside of me in anticipation of a second release.

I panicked, wondering if it were even possible in this position. But Oliver, reached around, circling my clit, and I jerked under his touch, the orgasm washing over me in huge waves. I was in the throes of my pleasure when he thrust one more time, deep, then emptied himself into the condom.

It wasn't as good as when we went bare, but I knew he didn't want to take that risk again. He was worried even though I was on birth control. I didn't know what his story was, but I'd respect his decision when it came to protection.

I fell to my stomach with him on top of me. Then he kissed my shoulder, pulling out slowly with a pop, then moving toward the bathroom to take care of the condom.

I rolled over, my breath still coming in short pants. I rested a hand over my belly feeling deliciously worked over. There were abrasions on my skin from the scruff on his jaw, and my pussy was a little sore. I hadn't been with anyone since Oliver. He'd ruined me for other men.

When he returned, he brought a warm washcloth, sweetly cleaning me before discarding it. Then he pulled me against his chest. "I haven't been with anyone since?—"

I turned my head so I could see his face. "Me too."

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