Page 103 of A Chance for Us
“You’re so beautiful. So soft, sweet, and fucking perfect. I could stare at you all night and never get tired of the view.”
I blush, unable to help it. “I don’t feel beautiful.”
In fact, I’m a damn mess. My hair is in a two-day-old ponytail, my makeup is nonexistent, I forgot to pack my contacts, so I’m wearing my glasses, and I’m splotchy.
Emotionally and physically.
“I don’t think you could be anything but beautiful.” He shifts down my body. “I don’t think I could ever look at you and not want you.”
“I feel the same.”
“I made you a promise,” he says as his lips press against my belly.
“You did.”
“Do you remember it?”
“I’m pretty sure it was about forgetting . . .”
He grins and then goes lower, pushing my legs apart. “It was indeed. Do you want to forget, sweetheart?”
“Not everything.”
Oliver slides his tongue against my clit. “What do you want to remember?”
“You. Only you,” I say breathless as he rewards me with another swipe.
“Good answer. Lie back and let me take away your worries.”
My fingers grip the sheets as Oliver takes his time with his mouth. He alternates between licking, sucking, and flicking. My body wars with wanting to sink into the bed and needing to buck my hips. His hands grip my legs, pushing them up even higher, and I moan as he finds a new angle.
Everything feels so damn good.
This is heaven, but it’s also hell because I know, once my orgasm comes, the ecstasy stops, and I never want that. I hang on to the pleasure with both hands, not allowing myself to let go. He buries his face even more, pushing his tongue against my clit in a merciless rhythm. No matter what I want, there’s no way I can keep my orgasm at bay much longer.
“Oliver,” I pant. “Please . . .”
His finger enters me at the same time he sucks hard on my clit, and I fall apart.
Wave after wave takes my breath away as I’m washed away in him.
He keeps going, drawing out every bit of bliss, and when he relents, I’m spent.
My fingers move to his hair, stroking as the last of the aftershocks fade.
He moves up so we’re face-to-face. “You didn’t forget.”
I grin. “Did you think I would?”
“I hoped not.”
To the women before me who broke this man’s heart, you’re stupid, and I thank you for it. Thank you for giving me the chance to love him and show him that I will never take him for granted because he is my first choice.
“Make love to me, Oliver.”
He leans down, kissing me tenderly. “I want nothing more.”
My legs part for him, not wanting to waste any time. I ache for him to be inside me. I want him to know, without a doubt, that it’s him I need.
