Page 79 of Oar Than Friends

His mouth stayed there, distracting me while his long fingers slipped over my swollen clit and eased inside me,in and out, keeping rhythm with his tongue until I could feel my eyes falling back in my head, and there was nothing I could do to stop them.

I was so gone I barely heard him whisper, ‘Don’t stop kissing me,’ a second before I was so full, and stretched and tight that I thought I might pass out. A whimper was all I could manage.

‘Oh, fuck, babe … Jesus … fuck, that’s so good,’ he mumbled against my lips and his fingertips gripped into my thighs as he spread them another inch. ‘Nearly, Yanks. Nearly there.’

Was it actually possible to burst? Because I thought I might, right then. I was so full of him I could barely move, yet I so desperately wanted to. Needed to.

And then his dick hit my cervix and he stilled.

‘Katey, open your eyes. I want to see you.’

I did, and was met with the bluest eyes imaginable: sincere, genuine, lust-filled, and staring down at me like I was the last slice of chocolate pie.

‘Hi.’

‘Hi.’

‘Is this okay? Do you feel okay?’ he asked, his voice trembling like it was taking every shred of concentration not to lose control.

I could barely manage a nod, because every movement I made dialled up the pressure building inside me. Crescent moons from my fingernails marked his biceps where I gripped them, and dug deeper still when his hips began to roll. Soon, each slow pass of his pelvis was grinding against my clit like stone on a flint, shooting sparks across my body and twisting my spine until it was fighting to unravel.

‘You feel … amazing … god, Katey,’ Oz sputtered, his voice more of a growl, as his lips moved along my jaw. ‘Why did we wait so long?’

I didn’t have an answer, my brain had turned to mush, especially when he pulled his entire length out of me and plunged back in.

‘Ohhh, oh! Fuck. Ozzy.’

‘I know. I fucking know.’ And he did it again.

Somewhere between thrusts his hands gathered mine up in his, holding them tight above my head, and then he really lost it. Deeper, harder, each drive of his cock turned up the heat on the pressure cooker inside me, and every single one of my nerve endings was screaming at me to stop.

And then he shifted back and scooped my hips for one final charge forward. It was all I needed; my body shredded itself from the inside out. I came all over his cock to the muffled sound of him crying my name with his head buried in my neck.

I’d turned to jello; it was the only explanation I had for not being suffocated by a two-hundred-pound man as he collapsed on top of me. Even if I could have moved, I wouldn’t with a gun to my head, and the rush of air as he slipped to my side felt colder than it should have done.

His arm moved underneath me and tugged me into him, until I was settled on his chest and could hear his heartbeat syncing with mine.

‘I missed you today,’ he whispered, his hands stroking through my hair.

‘I missed you too.’

‘How did I manage to find you on your very first night?’

I shifted slightly so my hand rested on his flat stomach. ‘I kneed you in the nuts, remember?’

A rumble of amusement echoed through his chest. ‘I think we can safely say there wasn’t any permanent damage. But you can check them again if you’d like to, doctor.’

I crooked a brow, ‘You’re ready to go again?’

‘We’re definitely going again, but right now we have to rest.’ He pressed a kiss to my lips, then reached out to switch off the bedside light, his arms wrapping around me tightly.

I fell into a sleep so deep that when I woke I was convinced I’d dreamed the entire evening, dreamed an orgasm that nearly ripped me in two, dreamed falling asleep in his arms and again as he kissed me on the head before slipping out of bed and leaving at some point during the night.

Then I found a note on my pillow.

I’m thankful for movie nights.

O x

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