Page 28 of Only One Bed: Anthology Vol. 1
Olive breaks away and leans back. That’s when I realize she’s still holding the condom. Moving with hurried grace, she rips the package open and rolls the protection on me. No hesitation.
“We should’ve been doing this since night one,” she murmurs.
We should’ve been doing this for years, I’m about to respond. Only, she chooses that moment to sink down onto my cock, slowly taking each inch of me.
My head turns to the side, teeth sinking into a pillow, all to stifle the guttural moan she elicits with her tight sheath. Thank god we have our own floor.
“Look at me, Theo.”
When I do, it’s hard not to immediately spill.
Olive is a queen, mounting me like the throne she deserves. Her posture is straight, her tits jutting out proudly, nipples tight with the command to be worshiped.
Muttering curses, I drag my hands up her body, cupping her breasts as I let my thumbs explore the mouth-watering buds. Soon, I’ll suck on them. But for the moment, I’m just looking for something to hold onto, to keep me grounded, as she begins to ride me.
The woman I’ve fantasied about for years gazes down at me, panting breaths tensing her chest as she uses me for her pleasure.
You’re using each other, I tell myself.
This is something I wanted, too. To get her out of my head. To move on with my life.
A quick fuck could do that. Get rid of the mystery.
But when Olive tugs on my shoulder, silently asking for me to take the top spot, another shift happens between us.
Now I stare down at her, listening to her whimpers, watching pleasure weighing on her eyelids, all as my hips thrust. Over and over I retreat, then fill her. But I don’t feel my obsession fading.
Each moment she watches me claim her, my need only grows.
In a desperate effort to distract Olive from what she’ll surely see in my eyes, I snake my hand between us, finding her clit.
“Oh!” She gasps, her legs falling wider, somehow allowing me to go deeper. Then it comes, that amazing clenching of her around me and the satisfied groan from her throat.
I’m on the edge, feeling too much, but confident I’ve hidden it.
Then her touch trails down my chest, and I meet her eyes as she lets out another gasping word.
“Theo.”
A heavy moan, one that speaks of my surrender, accompanies my finish.
Once, twice, a third time I pump into her, trying to focus only on the bite of her nails, and the press of her body to mine.
Not on the pressure in my chest.
If I look at that too closely, let her know what she’s done to me, I’m terrified the pleasure will turn to pain.
FRIDAY
There’s morethan just a leg draped over my waist this morning. As the sun from the cracked curtains spills into the bedroom and pulls me from sleep, I realize there’s an entire Olive wrapped around my torso.
We’ve kicked off the sheets at some point, the heat of our bodies pressed together all that was needed during the summer night.
A delirious haze of happiness just begins to soak my brain when the clomp of heavy footsteps sounds outside the bedroom.
“Wake your lazy ass up, Theo! I need help carrying the kayaks down to the beach.”
Fighting off the aroused fog I woke up in, dread sweeps over me as I watch the next few seconds unfold as if they play out in slow motion.
