Page 27 of Finally Home

My breaths quicken as Oliver alternates between licking and sucking my clit. When he slides a finger inside me, I let out a whimper.

“Does that feel good?” he asks against my drenched skin.

“God, yes. So good.”

Oliver inserts a second finger, and my hips move of their own volition, meeting him thrust for thrust. I buck against hisface as I chase my impending orgasm. My walls tighten around his fingers, and instead of slowing down, he is now more determined than ever to send me over the edge.

“Oliver,” I pant.

“That’s it, Holls. Let go for me, baby. Come on my fingers. Pretend it’s my cock deep inside you, filling you up so good.”

With his dirty words, I let go and come harder than I’ve ever come before, including by my own hand.

“I thought you were beautiful before, but watching you come was definitely the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He climbs back up my body before planting his lips against mine. I can taste myself on his tongue. That was definitely not something I ever thought would turn me on, but my tongue tangles with his in search of more.

His hard cock rests against my thigh as he settles back between my legs. I reach down and grip his length over his slacks. He groans into my mouth, deepening the kiss even further.

“Will you show me what you like? I want to make you feel good, too.”

“You don’t have to.”

I shake my head. “No, I want to. Please.”

He smirks. “There you go again with the begging. You can do whatever you want to me.”

“Show me.”

“Take my cock out.”

I fumble with his belt. My hands are slightly trembling, but I can’t decide if it’s from nerves or aftershocks of my orgasm. I’m definitely not thinking clearly at the moment.

After unbuttoning his slacks, Ollie makes a quick move of pushing his pants and boxers down to his ankles and off the bed to the floor. His hard cock juts out against my abdomen. He’s so hard—by me, by going down on me.

“You don’t have to, babe.”

I break free from my dickmatization—who knew that was a thing—and shake my head. “No, I definitely want to.”

He smirks. “Gather some of your wetness with your fingers.”

I follow his voice, dipping my fingers between my legs.Oh my God, I can’t believe he made me that wet.

I hesitantly grip his shaft.Please don’t mess this up. I want to make him feel as good as he made me. This is not the time to be deep in my head.

Ollie kisses the hell out of me, causing me to gasp. He takes that to his advantage, pushing his tongue into my mouth.

His hand wraps around mine and firmly moves my fist up and down his cock. The skin is hot in my hands. He groans again when my fist is close to the head, and I drag my thumb over the tip and gather the moisture leaking.

Ollie pulls back on another groan. His eyes slowly close, but I want them on me when he comes. I want him to remember it was me that made him feel like this.

“Eyes on me, Ollie.”Where the hell did that come from?

“Just like that.” His breaths quicken as I increase the speed and pressure of jerking him.

“Fuck, fuck. Hollie.” He pants my name like a prayer just before I feel his cock spasm, and he paints my abdomen with his cum.

Neither of us moves while we try to level out our breathing. I can’t believe that happened, but even crazier is that I can’t help but think, when can that happen again?

“Just to clarify, you’re not rebuilding the great wall of pillows tonight.”

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