Page 53 of His To Unravel
Her eyes dip to where her fingers splay against my skin before returning to mine. I can see the war waging within her—the push and pull of fear and trust, of surrender and control. But I don’t rush her. This isn’t a moment to seize; it’s a choice I need her to make.
“You can set the pace,” I say softly, coaxing her as though offering a gift instead of issuing a challenge. “You’re in control, Olivia.”
Her hands shift, her fingers curling slightly against my chest. Her eyes dart away, her lashes lowering as though the intensity of my gaze is too much to bear.
And then, she moves—tentative, unsure—grinding herself against my erection. Her weight shifts in the faintest of motions, her head bowing slightly as though she’s testing her own resolve. A potent dose of pleasure zips down my spine.
Her movements are slow, deliberate, and I let them be. I don’t push, don’t guide, forcing myself to hold back even as every fiber of me screams to take over. This isn’t just about physical intimacy; this is about herchoosingme. And even though my mind is hazy with desire, I know I have to make her feel safe enough to give herself to me completely.
My hand moves to the bedside table and I open the drawer. Her gaze tracks the movement, curiosity flaring for an instant before her cheeks flush, understanding dawning.
I hold her gaze as I rip the condom open with my teeth and sheath myself slowly.
Her lips part, and she exhales softly. I see something new in her expression—resolve.
She wants this.
Wantsme.
“You decide what happens next, Olivia.” I murmur, fisting my cock, stroking once.
I can’t stop the thought that lingers like a thorn:What if this isn’t enough? What if she still keeps herself from me?
But then, she rubs herself over my length once more, dragging her slick heat over the sensitive head and eliciting a groan from me.
She bites her lip and nods. “Yes,” she breathes as she shifts forward, rising to line herself up with me. “Nate, I want you.”
“Then take all of me, baby,” I rasp as I guide myself to her warm, slick entrance.
She begins to lower herself with a moan. The first inch slides into her tight, wet heat, and it nearly kills me.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she sinks down, inch by fucking inch, stretching and enveloping me.
It’s torture. It’s euphoric. It’s everything I’ve ever needed.
It takes a moment, but eventually, she takes me fully inside her, a rush of breath falling from her lips. “Fuck, Nate, you feel sogood,” she gasps, her head tipping back.
Then she starts to move, rolling her hips over me, rocking and bouncing experimentally, setting off a slow burn that kindles into an unstoppable blaze. Every movement feels like a revelation, as though she’s writing her surrender across my skin, carving it into my soul.
Unable to resist, my hands move up her ribs, palming her tits and thumbing her tight, sensitive nipples. “That’s it, you’re taking my cock so well, my beautiful girl.”
She moans at my words, thrusting herself down on my dick harder and faster. Her eyes flutter shut, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps. I can’t look away as her hesitance gives way to a slow, building confidence.
Needing more of her, I pull Olivia down and take her lips with mine, devouring her soft little moans between kisses. Her hipsnever stop moving, even as my mouth trails to her throat, sucking at the delicate pulse there. She keeps complete control of our pace.
It’s making me delirious, but she needs this, and I want to be the one to give it to her.
Bracing her hands on my chest, she pushes up, staring down at me as she swirls her hips, gripping me like a vise. Then, her hand slips between her thighs and she brushes her fingers along my cock where it moves in and out of her.
The sight makes something feral snap in my chest.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I growl, gripping her hips as I grind up into her in short, brutal thrusts.
I fight the urge to flip her over and fuck her the way I want to, not only because I want to make this good for her, but also because being with her like this is beyond anything I could have ever imagined. It could last forever and it wouldn’t be enough.
She smirks down at me, a wicked glint in her eyes as she leans forward and grinds her clit against the base of my cock.
I surge up on my elbows and grab a fistful of her hair, tugging gently. “Say it, Olivia.”
