Digging my heels into the mattress, I try to lift myself against his mouth, seeking more, more, more. It’s not enough. Not his tongue or teeth or fingers.

He kisses every inch of my wet, puffy skin before flicking his eyes up and dragging his mouth up my stomach to my chest.

“Oliver,” I breathe out, shaking my head. “Do whatever you want to my tits once you’re inside of me. I need you now. No more waiting. I’m done with teasing.”

“I should smack your ass for bossing me around, but I’m too much of a fucking fool for you to try. I’ll give you anything you want, anytime you need it.”

He steps off the bed to discard his pants and briefs. My eyes bulge, breath catching when I notice the cock between his legs. Eight inches is probably estimating down, not up.

I try not to gawk at him, but as I clench around air in my desperation for him to drive inside of me, I can’t help it. Long, thick, and wet at the tip. He wraps a massive hand around it and pumps once before climbing back onto the bed, settling between my legs.

“I’ll shoot right now if you don’t stop,” he warns.

His hand pushes my leg up toward me, bending it at the knee as he comes close. The hair on his thighs tickles, but instead of making me laugh, it only serves to make me hornier.

“Condom?” he asks.

I tense slightly. “Have you been with anyone recently?”

Almost like I’ve offended him with the question, he frowns. “No. I’m practically a virgin.”

“I doubt that.”

Fuck my jealousy, and fuck my insecurities. This is so not the time to be diving down the rabbit hole of who he’s slept with and when. But we’re adults. As awkward as it is, it’s necessary, responsible.

I keep my knee bent at my side as he removes his hand from it and reaches up my body to touch my face instead. His knuckle traces the length of my jaw, and I sigh, softening again.

“Alright, maybe not a virgin. But I don’t go out and pick up women at bars and rarely even leave the house outside of work. I keep to myself, and because of that, it’s been a long time since I’ve slept with anyone. In my bed or outside of it until you,” he says, eyes flicking between mine.

I like that answer because apparently, when it comes to Oliver Bateman, I’m a possessive little hoe.

“I haven’t had sex in years. And I got the implant a few years after Nova was born. If you’re okay without using a condom, so am I.”

His throat strains with a swallow, affection bleeding in his stare. “Never not used one.”

The answer confirms that it’s what I want. I don’t need any barriers between us tonight, not even the small one a condom would pose.

Nodding, I reach for him, stroking his shoulder and bicep. He grips his cock in a loose fist with one hand and gently spreads my pussy with the other. A finger breaches my entrance, moving slowly at first before speeding up when he adds a second, stretching me.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmurs.

“You won’t.”

He searches my eyes for confirmation before releasing themand staring between us. His fingers slide free before they’re replaced with the head of his cock. I hold my breath as he runs it through my wetness, getting it slick and then pressing inside.

My gasp is loud in the quiet room, and he looks at me, pausing. “Don’t stop. Please.”

It’s a stretch to fit him inside, but I tighten my grip on his arm and relax, allowing him to go deeper. An inch at a time, he fills me until I’m struggling to suck in air. There’s no pain, only a tingle of discomfort when he bottoms out and holds himself there.

“Tight fit, princess. You okay?”

My nod is wild. “Move. Keep moving.”

He doesn’t need to hear another word. His retreat is slow and controlled, but his first thrust is quick. My head falls back at the power in the movement and the blast of pleasure it brings.

“Christ,” he spits, eyes squeezed shut on the second snap of his hips. “You’re squeezing me tight. Trying to keep me buried deep.”

My vision blurs as I cry out, pleasure zapping all the way to my bones. I lift my hips to try and meet his thrusts, but I’m too drunk on bliss to keep up.