If our kiss was so perfect, I’m sure that sex with her is going to be a thousand times better. I can see myself regretting not living this moment as early as tomorrow morning—maybe as early as two hours from now.
“I’ll regret that we stopped,” I respond. “What about you?”
She gives me a shy, innocent smile. “Me too. I want this. I think it’s perfect. Better than I had ever imagined. I want you.”
The only words I can make out from what she said is, “I want you.”
I feel like a child who’s been given the golden ticket and is about to enter the candy factory. I’m about to taste her sweetness.
I draw her close to me and mumble in her ear, “Are you sure about this?” Then I kiss the soft spot on the back of her ear.
Olivia tilts her head and smiles. “One hundred percent,” she assures me.
Lifting her chin, I place a slow, soft, sweet kiss against her parted, damp lips. I grab her hand, pulling her toward my bedroom. Heat races down my spine as I look at the unmade bed and imagine her body sprawled there. I glance at her and smile. I don’t have to picture how she’ll look. I’m about to watch the live show. This time, I’ll be with her.
My cock is so fucking hard. I could just push her against the wall and fuck her.
I don’t.
I want to savor her.
She wants perfect. I want to grant her wish.
This has to be slow. It’s the first time we are together. I don’t want to rush the moment. Taking her mouth, I kiss her slowly, gently pushing my tongue between her lips.
I thread my fingers through her silky hair and place the other hand on her ass, pulling her closer to me. I rub my hardness against her body. She groans with need.
We share an ache—a desire.
She tugs my T-shirt. I bend over so she can reach above my head. My lips miss her when we break contact. Instead of pulling her closer, I drag her tank top over her head. I release a ragged breath when I look at her beautiful breasts. They are perky. Her nipples are hard. I can’t help myself and fill my hands with her tits.
I nestle my face down the side of her neck, running my lips along her throat, placing a kiss in between her cleavage.
My hands push down her tiny shorts. They’re soaking wet, and surprise, she doesn’t wear panties to bed. I’m loving that she mimics every move I make. I wonder if she’ll go down on me after I’m done eating her pussy. I moan, just picturing her lustful eyes staring at me as I pump myself inside her mouth.
It’s so bizarre how I have this need to possess her and at the same time to be gentle like she’s fragile. One wrong move, and I’ll break her. I want to reach beyond anything I’ve touched so far. I want to trace her soul with mine. Taste the fire within her, burn, and be consumed. There are so many feelings grasping my being. I’m confused, but I don’t stop. I allow myself to enjoy every emotion that her touch produces. She can’t seem to stop tracing every ridge of my muscles. The way she explores me makes my heart swell along with my cock.
I stop her and invite her to sit on the edge of my bed. Bending, I press my mouth against hers. My teeth fidget with her bottom lip. When I release her, I kneel in front of her, parting her legs. I don’t waste any time. I press my tongue against her wet pussy. Making this good for her is getting harder as I want to devour her, but I do. I want to make this unforgettable for both of us. I lick and suck her tender flesh, pushing a finger inside her tight entrance.
“You feel so good, Liv,” I groan.
“Eros,” she moans my name, pressing her core against my hand. She rocks her hips against my finger. I push another finger. I increase the speed of my tongue laps and the thrusting of my fingers. Her body clenches around my fingers. Her cries fill my room. My name on her lips sounds like a prayer. Maybe it’s a plea.
I stand up, walk to the nightstand, and grab a condom. Her bright eyes watch me as I roll it over my length.
Placing myself between her legs, I look into her eyes and ask, “Are you sure about this?”
She nods.
I press my cock against her heat. She’s so fucking tight. I enter her slowly. Our gazes lock. I lower myself and capture her lips as I continue pushing myself inside her. Once her warmth wraps around my cock, the world stops. It’s a strange feeling I can’t describe. It’s not enough, yet satiating, and so consuming.
It’s the road to nirvana.
I place a kiss on her ear.
I feel the urgency to ask if she’s okay. I do. “Are you okay?”
She’s biting her lip. Her eyes shine. I’m not sure what it is about her that scares me and makes me want more of her. Gently, I roll my hips in and out. We find a rhythm. My hand slides between us, finding her sweet pearl.
Her screams, having her under me, her eyes shining bright like a thousand suns, take over my rationality. I begin to thrust faster. I release a guttural noise as her body clenches around me. She squeezes my cock. I explode. It’s the big bang creating a new universe.
I could see us doing this for the rest of the day and into the night. This will be a memory I’ll treasure forever.
Chapter Six
Olivia
There’s nothing like sleeping against the warmth of a muscular chest. I would exchange my teddy for him. Who knew the worst Monday of my life would turn into the best Tuesday of my life so far. Though I’m not saying that I’m in love with the guy.
I’m sore after having sex with him three times. Touching… who knew I would enjoy his touch so much. My heart beats almost as fast as it did yesterday just thinking of everything that we did.
God, I can’t believe I gave my V-card to a total stranger.
What’s gotten into me this week?
Dan is right. I can be reckless. At least I’ll be one of the few who’ll say my first time was perfect. I remember Holly telling me that her first time had been awkward and painful. Mine… well, I have nothing to compare it with, but I liked it a lot.
“Are you awake?” he mumbles against my ear.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“I hate to say this, but we need to get ready if we want to catch our flights.”
“Already?”
He dusts kisses on my neck. “I’m afraid it is time to leave our snow globe.”
I turn around to look at him.
“These couple of days were truly unexpected,” I confess. “Why do good things come to an end?”
He kisses my nose. “We’ll never know. If you didn’t live so far away, I might say let’s try to see each other once in a while. Where do you plan to go to grad school?”
“Let me choose a college first,” I say with a chuckle. “You sound like Dad. I might have a few early admission responses when I get to San Francisco, but I’m not ready to decide.”
“Wait, you haven’t chosen a college yet?” he asks, jumping out of bed. “I thought you said you were a senior. I kept wondering how you could be a senior without declaring a major.”
“A senior in high school,” I add.
“Please tell me you’re at least eighteen.” His voice is a mix of anger and fear.
“I am. I’ll be nineteen early next year if you want to be technical.”