Page 94 of His Greatest Treasure

“Kiss me,” he orders gruffly.

We spin down the hall, and he takes the first step upstairs when I lower my lips and do as he demands. I’m in control in this position, and I make him work for every single lick of my mouth and moan I breathe for him. He may be carrying me, but I’m the one deciding how hard and fast we kiss. How long I keep ourmouths pressed together before pulling back and making him chase me.

His fingers bite into the bottom swells of my ass as his grip turns punishing, and by the time he’s ducking us through the doorway to my bedroom, I’m hoping there will be bruises there in the morning.

I fall to the bed with a squeal, bouncing on the edge with my legs parting in a silent order for him to stand between them. In another life, I might have been nervous about this. My first time with a man in four years should be daunting, but I’m buzzing with too much excitement to feel any of that.

“I want you naked, Avery. Not a fucking thing on you.”

My lips curl as I lean back on my hands. “So take my clothes off, Lieutenant Bateman.”

Lowering his hand, he hooks a finger beneath the strap of my dress and slowly slips it down my shoulder. He does the same to the other strap before guiding the top of my dress down, exposing my chest with a sharp tug.

I keep focused on his movements. He’s so enthralled with his task that he continues his slow pace, eyes latched onto my breasts as they rise and fall with my deep breaths. Nipples hard and aching, I wait for his next move, my anticipation thrilling.

“Stand up for me.”

I do, and the dress falls to a heap at my feet. After I’ve kicked it to the side and tossed my underwear out of sight, he loops a thick bicep behind my back and lifts me before tossing me further up the bed. I blink at him in surprise, scrambling with my hands to push myself up.

His expression is one of pure desire. The sensation of his eyes raking up and down my body has me dripping down my thighs before I’m reaching for him and clawing at his belt.

“Impatient girl,” he scolds lightly, unbuckling the buckle too fucking slowly.

“Since when are you so playful?” Ihuff.

“Since I’m trying not to rush. I don’t want this to be over too quickly.”

“Why? Only have enough stamina for one round?”

Oliver smirks at that, not offering me anything more. He slides the belt out of the loops in his pants before untucking his shirt and starting on the buttons. It’s a slow, agonizing torture. Each button that springs free reveals another inch of his chest until finally, his shirt hangs open.

The same thick abdominal muscles I’ve thought about a million times since seeing them in the backyard the first time make an appearance after weeks of being hidden away. I suck my lip into my mouth and palm my stomach, feeling the heat coming off my skin.

“Do you want to touch yourself, princess? Want to dip your fingers between your thighs and show me how ready you are to take my cock?”

“Will you finally fuck me if I do?”

“Try me.”

Letting my head fall to the mattress, I stretch out my legs and slide my hand down my stomach to the slick lips of my pussy. I brush my thumb over my clit and find it swollen and so, so sensitive. A moan slips free as I rub the skin around it, teasing myself.

“I’m the only one who makes you come from now on. Stop touching your clit and slide a finger inside, Avery. Now,” he says, sounding more beast than man.

My lashes flutter as I dip my chin and glide a finger deep inside myself. I’m not the least bit embarrassed by how easy it is to do so due to the amount of arousal I find waiting. How could I be when Oliver lunges between my legs before I’ve had a chance to pull my finger free?

He grabs my wrist and tugs. Another sensation of wet warmth envelops my fingers, this time from his mouth as he sucks them clean and groans.

“Fuck, you taste good.”

My heart gallops. “Better try me again to make sure.”

With a sharp nod, he shrugs out of his shirt and unzips his pants before lowering himself to the bed to use his mouth on me again. Three long, slow licks have me crying out and slamming my hands above my head to grip my pillow.

“Yeah, princess, this is good fucking pussy,” he mumbles into my entrance before diving his tongue inside and sucking at the skin around it.

It’s loud and messy. My arousal drips onto the bed, turning the blankets damp beneath me, but he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t pull away. Not until I thread my fingers into his hair and tug, dragging his eyes up my body to rest on mine.

“Inside,” I whine.

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