Page 90 of The Time It Takes
He’s at my entrance when he pauses and looks down at me. When he kisses me, it’s more intimate than any of the kisses we shared before. This is something we’ve never done. This is a line we never got to cross.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he promises as he drags himself up and down my slit, pulling a moan from me. “Yes?”
“Yes,” I breathe, tilting my hips.
Oliver groans deeply, pressing the head of his cock into me.
“More.Please more.”
“You want my cock?” He teases, pulling out slightly only to sink back in.
“Fuck me, Ollie,” I whine.
The sound he makes is animalistic as he kisses me hard.
With his lips locked on mine, he pushes into me—filling me completely. My entire body shudders as I bite his bottom lip, probably drawing blood. He pulls back to stare down at where we connect.
“God, look how perfect we fit,” he groans.
He slides out of me and then thrusts back in. His face pinches as if he’s in pain and it’s taking everything in him to concentrate on not finishing. I sit up on my elbows and we both watch him move in and out of me at an agonizingly slow rhythm.
A layer of sweat dampens my skin. “Ollie," I breathe. "I need you to go faster.”
His eyes lock on mine as he leans forward to press his lips to my jaw. His teeth clamp down lightly. “Better hold on then.”
That was the only warning he gave before he thrusts into me harder, pounding into me at an unyielding pace. My fingers dig into his back as an orgasm immediately rocks through me. I cry out, grasping at him as if needing him closer. He makes a choked sound as my walls tighten around him.
This seems to make the tether snap. His lips crash into mine in a hurry. I rock my hips against him, meeting each of his thrusts. At some point, our lips pause against each other as we both get lost in this feeling. When I open my eyes, I find him already watching me. I don’t think he ever stopped watching me this whole time.
My love for him feels so strong that the emotion floods through me. He must see it because a tender look crosses his face.
He pushes back the hair stuck to my forehead as he murmurs, “Me too.”
His thumb finds my clit and I buck my hips against him. It doesn’t take long before I explode, my walls tightening around him again. This one is more intense than the first. The euphoric high feels never-ending. He sucks in a tight breath that almost sounds like a whimper as my nails sink into his back.
“Oh fuck,” he groans blissfully, pressing his face into my neck.
His movements begin to slow as he finishes. He drops some of his weight on me, but I can tell he’s still holding most of it up. We sit like this for a while as I run my fingers up and down his back, his arms, and through his hair.
He eventually pulls out and rolls onto his back. Our breathing eventually calms, and he looks over at me before running the back of his knuckle down my cheek.
“I don’t think I’ve ever not been yours,” he says softly before getting up and walking into the bathroom.
Chapter Seventeen
Present
Ifeelfrozenonthe bed for several minutes as I contemplate what just happened and what it means.
My thoughts race as my brain climbs back into my body, and I want nothing more than for them to cease again. I want time to give me a break.
When I hear the shower turn on, I slide out of the bed. He left the door unlocked so I let myself in. His back faces me through the shower glass as I reach for the door handle. Pausing, I watch him lather himself in the same soaps I used earlier. He doesn’t look at me, but I know he’s aware of my presence.
I know that he can feel me in the same ways that I feel him—everywhere and in everything.
I open the shower door and step inside, closing it behind me. I stare at the beads of water running down his skin. I run my hand down his back as he rinses his soapy hair. I wrap my arms around him so that I can let my hands roam over his chest and down his stomach.
I kiss the marks my nails carved into his back. I can’t help the small smile that forms at the sight of them—what seeing them awakens in me.
