Page 33 of The Other Half

He unwraps his arms from me and picks me up, laying me on my back on the bed.

He leans in and kisses me tenderly, slipping his tongue into my mouth as he unzips my jeans and slides them down my thighs. I lift my hips so that they’ll slide off with ease. With his mouth still fused to mine, he reaches under my shirt and slips his fingers beneath my bra. The contact makes my stomach come alive with embers of heat, exploding and begging for more. He pulls the hem of my shirt up my body, breaking the kiss to pull it over my head, then he tosses it onto the floor next to us.

His lips leave my mouth and travel down my neck, then he slips his hand behind my back and unhooks my bra in one swift motion. My breasts spring free from it and suddenly I feel a little insecure, I know they’re not huge or impressive. He removes his lips from my skin and hovers over me. He slides my bra off completely and rakes his eyes slowly from mine down to my naked waist.

“God,” he whispers breathlessly. “You’re seriously the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” The look in his eyes leads me to believe he really feels that way, and I feel the joyful tears start to gather in my tear ducts again.

He slides his hands over my breasts, pinching my nipples gently. He captures one of them in his mouth and swirls his tongue around it softly. Waves of pleasure crash over me and I hear myself gasp and moan. I’ve never made sounds like this ever before, and I’m slightly embarrassed, but the expression on his face lets me know that he’s thoroughly enjoying himself.

He continues kissing and sucking down my body to my waist, leaving tiny pecks that feel sweet and innocent, and then interspersing them with soft bites. I feel the wetness between my legs growing and I clench my thighs together. He looks up at me and I can barely stand to maintain eye contact with him, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Not that I’ve experienced much, but, still.

He smiles up at me before placing a soft kiss on my mound through my underwear. He kisses every square inch of them and then moves onto my inner thighs, doing the same thing. I feel like I’m about to explode. He licks the delicate flesh of my thigh and I feel another louder moan emanate from my lips. He trails his tongue up to the apex of my legs. I look down at him and see his intense eyes staring back at me.

“Please?” I beg, barely loud enough for him to hear me and I watch the fire in his gaze burn even hotter.

He pulls my panties down my legs slowly, and spreads my legs apart just a tiny bit more. He stares at my core with hooded eyes, my body completely on display for him.

Finally he leans in, and I feel his warm, wet tongue make contact with my pussy for the first time. The heat in my stomach is a full blown fire now. It feels so incredible, so much better than I could’ve ever imagined when touching myself.

“You taste so fucking good,” he sighs. I swear my heart is about to explode right out of my chest.

He licks long, flat strokes up and down, leaving small kisses on me in between licks. He uses his fingers to spread my lips further apart, and he finds my most sensitive spot. He laps at it hungrily, making tiny circles around it with his tongue. I gasp, and grasp his hair in my fingers, silently begging him not to stop. My head falls back, crashing against the pillow.

“Oliver,” I choke out between moans. I feel my eyes begin to roll back into my head. All of the sex scenes in romance books finally make sense all of a sudden, I always assumed they were exaggerating.

He slips a finger inside of me, and pushes it in and out over and over as deep as it’ll go, while still massaging my clit with his tongue. He pins my legs down with his other arm and continues worshiping me with his mouth until I finally fall over the edge. I can’t see anything but white patches of light, and I feel like my body’s been engulfed by flames. My legs shake violently as my orgasm tears through me, finally leaving me breathless and weak. I push his head away gently, unable to take any more pleasure. He wipes his mouth with his arm and leans down to kiss me.

Chapter 28

Oliver

I’ve wanted this for so long. Ever since I first saw her in that goofy rainbow sweater I’ve been imagining what this would be like. The taste of her pussy, the way her perfect, pink lips would look wrapped around my cock, what her body would feel like when I finally slide inside of her.

I’ve tried to wait for her to initiate it, though. I didn’t want her to think I was just a horndog that’s only interested in sex. But I know she’s really not the type to make the first move, and I honestly feel like I can’t wait any longer. I need her. I can only hope by now that she knows I want all of her, not just her body. Even though her body is fucking amazing.

My dick is straining against my jeans, begging for some kind of relief.

She looks up at me with half-lidded eyes, her face red and her chest heaving, I watch as her breasts rise and fall with every breath. She looks so unbelievably beautiful.

I know she’s nervous, she doesn’t really know what to do. It kind of turns me on even more, though, how inexperienced she is. I love knowing I’m the only one that’s ever tasted her perfect pussy and made her come. I lay down beside her and pull her closer to me.

She reaches for my belt, clumsily pawing at it. “Can I?” she asks, her voice as innocent as ever.

I nod, trying not to seem too eager. I’m afraid I’ll blow my load as soon as she touches me.

She finally undoes my belt and unbuttons my jeans. She reaches her tiny hand under the waistband of my boxers and softly rubs against me with her fingers. A groan escapes my lips and my head falls back against the pillow. I pull my dick free from my jeans, and she wraps her hand around it. Fuck, I already feel like I could come.

I look down at her and watch an innocent and confused expression dance across her face as she stares at my dick. I reach for her hand and start moving it up and down. She repeats the motion over and over, faster and slower. I can’t believe I’m this turned on by a handjob right now. This fucking girl.

I watch her face turn pink and her lips upturn into an innocent grin. She’s so fucking cute and so sexy. I reach between her legs and graze her wetness with my fingertips. She’s soaked, so ready for my cock to slip inside of her.

A gasp escapes her mouth as I slip my index finger inside of her. I lean forward and softly brush my lips over hers, then pull away and whisper in her ear. “I want to be inside you, Oakley.”

She bites her lip and nods, giving me permission. My dick manages to get even harder somehow.

“Are you okay with me being your first even though you aren’t mine?” I ask, my voice laced with guilt.

She looks away with an embarrassed expression, and now I feel even more guilty.

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