Page 130 of Charming Like Us
“I think that’ll be okay,” I say quietly, fire warming my skin. Warming us. Embers crackle, and flames cast shadows on our bare bodies. “How bad does it hurt the first time?”
“I’ll work you up enough that it shouldn’t.” He kisses my jaw, then my lips, and I drag a hand down his abs to his length. While I stroke him, he bears his weight against me. Guiding my back against the woven rug, and my neck and head meet a pillow.
We kiss deep, rougher as our legs intertwine. My waist bucks up. He keeps bearing down, his palms planted on either side of my deltoids.
I glide my hands along his ass, and I lose myself to the sensation. How my legs spread on either side of his hips. His erection teases against my entry, but he eases me more with a finger, then a lubed plug. The pressure overwhelms me, contracts my calves, my abs, every single tendon of muscle.
I breathe hard.
The physicality of being intimate with Oscar is mind-blowing: his muscled body, his strength and control. His hand that grips my jaw as he kisses me—that alone just lights me onfire.
But it’d be nothing without his all-consuming gaze that reads my reactions, my muscle spasms, that dives deeper and deeper, as though wanting to hold onto my core. My essence while we ride a wave together.
I cup his jaw, my hand rising up to his hair, and my thumb traces the scar above his brow. Small but not as faint as the others.
His nose flares in emotion. “You ready?”
“Yeah.” Nerves prick me, and I inhale, exhale. He gently eases out the plug, and my cock twitches, wishing for that fullness again. “Should I…?” I’m about to turn around.
“No.” Oscar catches my knee. “Stay there.” He positions a pillow under my lower back.
I lean back and hold onto his ass again. Our chests and erections brush lightly while he leans down to kiss me. I edge his lips further open, tongues wrestling, and he grunts out an aroused noise as he pulls away to grab a condom.
He tears the packet, sheathes himself, then lubes his length.
I arch up. My body more impatient than my mind.
Oscar rubs my thigh. “If I’m hurting you, you tell me to stop.”
I nod, anticipation wound up.
He grips himself and at the same time, crushes his mouth to mine in a levitating kiss. I feel him guide his veined cock into me. Pain pinches at first, and my legs shift.
He stretches one higher, kisses deeper. I’m the recipient of pure, raw pleasure. It takes me aback. How much he’sgivingme. How little I’m actually worried about his need.
Oscar pushes in further—my breath catches.
He waits.
“Fuck,fuck.” I grip his ass. “Go deeper, Os.”
He eases in more.
Pain is gone. He’s bigger than the plug, but lube helps with the friction. Making the experience a blistering, head-spinning one. He thrusts.
He’s thrusting.
Jesus holy…
His dominant hand strokes pleasure from my hardness between our chests, and he pumps and pumps. Our eyes stay locked when we’re not sharing primal kisses.
I will let him fuck me again.
He can tomorrow, even.
And the next day.
He works his hips. “Highland,” he groans against my mouth. We’re heavy grunts, sweat, and earnestness—feelings that carry us further and further.
