Page 30 of His to Cherish
I have a feeling that’s not going to be a problem. There’s something so overwhelmingly erotic about this moment. Olliestill fully dressed in his suit, me bouncing on his lap naked. He feels powerful and in control underneath me, inside me, and all I want to do is make this man happy. Add in the way he grips my still-stinging ass as he forces me up and down on his dick, reminding me of the other way he so recently dominated my body, and I’m pretty much ready to explode now.
“Touch yourself,” he growls into my ear. “Work that clit for me, baby.”
“Yes, sir,” I whimper and he groans, biting my neck.
“I swear to God, Lilly. I’m not going to last.”
“Take what you need,” I gasp against his mouth. “Use me, Oliver.”
“Fuck,” he grunts out, his hips snapping even harder. I don’t need to worry about him not waiting for me because I’m already on the edge, primed to dive over. “Good fucking dirty girl,” he groans as he pulls my hips down hard on his lap, his cock hitting me deeper than ever before as he explodes into me. “Fuck, Lilly!”
“Yes,” I cry, following him right over. “God,yes.”
We stay like that for a long moment, clinging to each other, gasping for breath. “Holy fuck,” he mutters, running his hands down my back. My skin is so oversensitive that I shudder violently and he groans. “You keep moving like that and I’m going to have to take you again.”
“Then don’t touch me right after you give me a mind-melting orgasm.”
He chuckles, the sound warm and deep, such a contrast to the filthy grunts and possessive words he’d said a few minutes ago.
“Damn, woman, you make it hard to leave.”
“I wish you didn’t have to.” I can hear the whine in my voice but I can’t seem to stop it. Oliver is like a drug to me, and I hate the thought that I’ll have to go without even for a few hours.
He sighs, brushing my messy hair behind my ears. “I’m going to try to get out early, okay? I have these meetings on the buyout this morning I can’t get out of, but I shouldn’t have to stay at the office much past five.” Since Oliver regularly works very long hours, I know he’s making an effort for me. I need to do the same.
So I start to pull myself away, even though separating my body from his is the last thing I want to do. “I’m probably making you late.”
He gives me that boyish Ollie grin I love so much. “It’s fine. I’m the boss. They can wait for me.”
I could point out that he’s the boss of me, too, but that would probably lead to more of the same and then he’d really be late. And whatever he might say about it being fine, I know that the buyout he’s been working on is worth hundreds of millions of dollars. Not exactly the type of thing that he should be brushing off.
“Still, you should get going,” I say, moving to slide off his lap. He hisses through his teeth and stills me.
“Hang on.” He reaches to the floor while I try not to drool over the flex of his chest and arms under his dress shirt. He straightens a moment later, holding the t-shirt he’d worn last night. “Let’s clean you up first.”
I flush as I realize his meaning, making him chuckle. “So cute,” he murmurs, turning to lay me flat on my back. We both groan when he finally pulls his half-hard cock from my center. He makes the sexiest—and somehow sweetest—growls as he uses the t-shirt to wipe our mess from between my legs. “And so fucking sexy. I fucking love seeing my cum in your little pussy.” He nips at my thigh. “You’re making me want you, again.”
I smile, brushing his hair off his face, my heart swelling with happiness. It’s amazing how he can make me feel so desired and so cared for at the same time.
I’m in love with him,I think, staring at him as he concentrates on cleaning my legs. I suppose I have been for a long time, but now…there’s no denying it anymore. I love this man and I want him for always.
“I turned the heater on in the tub,” he says. “So the water will still be hot. And your breakfast is in the warming drawer under the oven.” He presses a kiss to my knee. “Make sure you eat, okay?”
Yeah, definitely in love with his man. This considerate, caring, sexy-as-sin man. I make plans to return the favor this evening. Ollie has always loved my lasagna. An image of greeting him after work in nothing but an apron fills my mind and I have to bite back a grin.
Ollie finishes between my legs then begins to the fold the shirt. I raise an eyebrow. “You aren’t going to throw that in the laundry?”
He gives me a wolfish grin. “Fuck no. This shirt has your cunt all over it. I’m never washing it again.”
I burst out laughing. “I’m not sure if that’s sweet or disgusting.”
He waggles his eyebrows playfully. “That’s me, baby. A bit of both.”
And I wouldn’t have him any other way.
LILLY
It’s next to impossible to concentrate at work. I enjoy my job, and the people I work with, but spreadsheets just don’t hold a candle to memories of my time with Oliver.
