Page 74 of His To Unravel
“Keep touching yourself,” I growl, barely recognizing my own voice.
She moans as she begins tugging her nipples, her back arching, a silent plea written in the curve of her body.
I’m done holding back.
I wrap my hands around her ankles, guiding her legs upward,parting them wide as I position myself deeper between her plush thighs.
The angle opens her to me completely, a perfect invitation. I thrust into her with the full force of my body.
She cries out at the new depth, at how my cock stretches her open.
“You’re so beautiful,” I grit out. “Look at how well you take me, baby.”
“You’re so deep like this,” she sobs, one hand trailing down her body and between her thighs to stroke her clit.
My hands grip her ankles tighter as I watch her touch herself. She looks like a goddess—emerald eyes bright on mine, cheeks flushed, nipples plump and swollen from her ministrations, fingers moving determinedly over her clit.
Her gaze never strays from mine and I can’t look away. I’m completely under her spell.
No one has ever compared to her—no one has ever even come close.
Every inch of her is perfection, and I’m her most devoted worshiper, kneeling at the altar of her body, offering myself up in endless, insatiable reverence.
I drive into her harder, my thrusts losing rhythm, desperate now, needing her to fall apart for me.
And she does.
She’s climaxing with a cry, her legs shaking beneath me, her pussy pulsing around my cock.
I want to hang on. God, do I want to last. But I’m so fucking desperate for her.
“Baby,” I grind out. “I’m going to come.” I pause, giving her the opportunity to refuse me. But she only nods, her chest heaving.
I know she wants me, but I don’t want to hurt her. “I need to go fast, hard.”
“Please,” she pants. “I want to feel you coming inside of me.”
Her words set the nerves under my skin on fire, and I feel her heat wrap me up as I push her thighs higher and drive into her. She begins rubbing herself again, her little whimpers spurring me on as I pound into her like a man possessed.
I look down at Olivia, her body taking everything I’m giving, and I want to swallow her whole. I never want to go another day without this woman by my side.
“Don’t stop,” she gasps as she lifts her hips to meet my thrusts. “Nate, I’m going to come again, please don’t stop.”
I grab her hip and yank her into me with a growl, burying myself so deep I swear I feel the pulse of her heart against the tip of my cock. Her pussy starts to contract again and that’s it.
She lets out a cry as another orgasm rips through her, and I bury myself one final time, coming deep inside her with a low, broken groan.
My entire body shudders as I empty myself into her, every drop, every ragged breath, every piece of me surrendered to her.
The world feels different now.As though the intensity of what just passed between us has reshaped its edges.
Olivia is curled against me, her body warm and pliant beneath the heavy knit blanket. My sweater hangs loose on her frame, the sleeves too long, the hem grazing her thighs, but god, she looks perfect. It’s a sight I want etched into my memory forever—her completely at ease, her head resting on my shoulder as her fingers trace idle patterns over my chest.
She’s here. No hesitation, no walls. And it’severything.
Her confession still echoes in my mind, a low thrum of euphoria.
I’m falling in love with you.
