Page 52 of Vampires of Eden: Oliver
“I don’t know? She just likes to leave things here for when she spends the night. I don’t get it, but everyone has their thing. Anyway, this will work, right? As lubrication?”
Aries narrows his eyes, amused. “Yes, but… what exactly are you lubricating?”
My cheeks are hot but I shrug my shoulders. “Us.”
With the cap off, I scoop a small bit of the partially solidified substance out of the jar. I’m waiting for him to object or tell me to stop. To present another reason as to why we definitely shouldn’t be doing this.
But when I flicker my eyes up, he’s watching me. His gaze is hooded under his thick, dark lashes, and he’s silent.
Good. Seems like I have his permission for this.
ChapterSeventeen
Coconut oil is lovely.
Despite the fact that it’s fairly solid when I scoop it out, it melts into a slippery liquid as soon as it makes contact with the heat of my skin. Plus, it smells wonderful.
I know this works well as lube because I’ve used it before. Privately. But Aries doesn’t need to know that.
Settled against his thighs, I shift closer and reach down and in between us. I wrap my palm around his shaft, enjoying the warm and buttery contact with his flesh. The scent of the oil mixed with Aries’s natural essence is creating something like a dense cocoon around us—a tight, enclosed space where the outside world fades away from my cognizance. It’s as if only the two of us exist in this hazy, sweet and sensual ecosphere.
He leans his head back and moans from deep within his throat. It’s the simplest response, but knowing that I’m pleasing him sends an electrified jolt through my core. A rhapsodic and carnal thrill.
I amnota cold fish. I can do this.
Aries hardens in my palm, which is also encouraging. I want us to move together, but I’m not sure how to work it out from this angle. Plus, he’s somewhat thick and large in my grasp and I don’t know if I can hold us both with one hand.
“Is something wrong?” he asks. I blink and look up. Shit. I was so in my head about this that I stopped altogether.
Biting my lip, I shift a little closer. “No.” I want to be confident, so I go for it, maneuvering both my shaft and his into my grip. It’s… wow.
The feel of him against me as I stroke us both with the oil is marvelous. But now I have this insane urge to move my hips, and it creates another element of configuration that I need to resolve.
“Oliver.”
“Yes?”
“Talk to me.”
“I… would like to move, but it feels a bit awkward? I can’t hold us both in my hand and do that at the same time.”
He smiles. His eyes are soft and patient. “How about I hold us, then you’re free to move?”
“I’m okay with that.” I lift my hand, and Aries smoothly grips us both with his palm. The sensation makes my breath hitch as I grin. “Teamwork, eh?”
“They say that two heads are better than one.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” I wrap my arms around his shoulders, then carefully scoot my hips even closer into him. When I do this, he grasps us tighter and my groin practically catches fire from gratification. Instinctively, I do it again, this time rolling my hips and settling with my thighs wider as I relax on top of him.
Every time I move, I’m rewarded with these firm tugs until I’m chasing them. Rocking and mindless—desperate for what Aries is doing.
He’s hungry for this release, too, because his free hand at my hip slides down to squeeze my ass cheek, urging me to rock harder against him. I lean in to let my forehead rest in line with his. He tilts his head and kisses me fiercely—ravenous and deep. Shamelessly licking and tasting. I want to absorb every part of him. As much as I can.
I snap my head up from the kiss, because my nature is burning and I can’t breathe. Lifting my face to the ceiling, I stuff the heat of it down, but continue rocking my hips at a steady pace.
I’m so captivated by him. His tenderness, trust and the goodness that he’s given to me since the moment he arrived. I wish I could let my aura fan out so that he could feel it and understand. I want him to know, desperately.
With his face burrowed into the concave of my neck, Aries grunts, breathing raggedly and in a satisfied sound as his body trembles in my arms. I feel him spill over between us and that understanding—knowing thatIcaused that—in combination with his delicious body and this tempest of sensations pushes me over the edge as well. Closing my eyes, I hold him tight, reveling in the physical release.
