Page 72 of Undying Resilience

Rolling back my shoulders, I clear my throat. Oliver raises an eyebrow in anticipation.

“Crawl to me.”

Lust ignites in Oliver’s eyes as he lowers himself to his knees. Slowly, he crawls to me, holding my gaze as he makes his way across the carpeted floor. His immediate obedience helps me relax, and the sight of him in this position has my heart beating in an erratic pattern.

He stops at my feet, staring up at me. Waiting for my next command.

“Put your hands behind your back,” I whisper.

He does, shifting his weight so he’s sitting on his heels.

“Now take my panties off.”

Oliver licks his lips before he scooches forward on his knees. His breath is warm against my skin as he places a worshipful kiss to my lower stomach. Then he latches onto my panties with his teeth and gently tugs them down my legs. He keeps them in his mouth after I step out of them, grinning at me.

I giggle. “You don’t have to do that.”

He lets them fall. “You smell so sweet, princess. My mouth is practically watering.”

“You can wait.”

He groans.

“You’re okay with me tying you up?”

All four of us touch each other a lot, whether it’s a quick kiss on the forehead or a brush of fingers across an arm. None of that’s bothered me since we got back. But I’m worried that it’ll be different during sex. That one of them will touch me somewhere unexpected, and it’ll make me feel too vulnerable. I’m hoping that having Oliver’s hands tied will help me ease back into things.

“More than okay. How do you want me?”

“Just sit on the bed and hold out your wrists for now.”

He obeys. I tie his wrists together, making sure that the ropes are secure but not too tight. Then I crawl onto his lap, straddling him. He doesn’t touch me—doesn’t even move except to kiss me back when I press my lips to his. I nip at his bottom lip, and he groans. Then I grind lightly against his erection, adding just enough pressure to tease us both.

“Fuck,” he mutters when I pull away. Oliver’s eyes are half-closed, like he’s already high off of us and this moment. When I rub his dick through his pants, his breath hitches.

“I’m going to get these off of you,” I say. “And then you’re going to lie back, and I’m going to sit on your face until I come.”

“Fuck. Yes. Please, Wren. I’ve been dying to taste you.”

“Dying, huh?”

“I’m not joking,” he says, and he’s so serious that I actually believe him. “Every time I think about having my tongue deep inside you, I need you. Immediately. As much as I need fucking air.”

Holy shit.

I slide off his lap. Getting his pants and boxers down his legs is a little hard since he can’t lean on his hands, but we manage. Then I point to the bed, and he lies down on his back.

“Good boy.”

Oliver whimpers.

I can’t help but smile. Having Oliver taking orders from me is different and new. I’m nervous—I don’t want to do anything that’ll make him uncomfortable. But I also trust him to tell me if I push past one of his boundaries.

On the bed, I lean down and run my tongue across his bottom lip before I pull away. “Ready?”

“Please,” he whispers. “Fucking suffocate me.”

I move into position and lower myself onto his face. I face his legs so if I decide to sixty-nine we can, but for now I want all of Oliver’s focus on me.

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