CHAPTER 23
I EXPECTED HIM TO RELEASE ME, to make some excuse about having to work early while gathering my things and ushering me back into the night. Instead he grabbed me to him and kissed me with a heated fury. He lifted me off the ground to his level and held my nape with his free arm. He grew hard as stone between my legs, prompting me to wrap all of my limbs around him. His fingers dug into my back, and I cried into his mouth as the pain gave way to pleasure. He charged me against the cold plaster, knocking against the nightstand and overturning a lamp.
“Oh, baby,” he said through gritted teeth, adjusting my weight with his hips. I released him and flattened my palms and upper back against the wall. He stepped back with my legs still clinging to him and reached under my buttocks with one arm. Holding me steady, he used his free hand to sink himself into me without checking to see if I was ready. I was wetter than water, but I shrieked with surprise from the unanticipated feel of his unsheathed cock inside me.
Immediately he was pumping his hips against me, propelling me up and down the wall as he thrust into me with urgency. “Fuck,” he exhaled, leaning over my hips to catch my lips in a furious kiss. “You feel so good, fuck, you’re amazing,” he panted. He drew me to him and wrapped his arms underneath mine, taking a shoulder in each hand. We straightened against the wall as he pushed me deeper onto him until my ass connected with his scrotum. I vainly grasped at his slick back, trying to hold on as he continued to buck.
My insides tightened deliciously with each naked plunge, bringing me quickly to the edge, and I gasped for air as I threw my head against the wall, wincing in pain as it hit directly on my bump.
“Shit,” he said, backing us away from the wall.
“It’s fine, don’t stop,” I uttered, wrapping my arms around him and burying my face into his neck as he rounded the bed. He bent over suddenly, cradling my back so I wouldn’t fall, and I gasped with new awareness of his depth. With a light laugh, he drew back to kiss me quickly on the lips. He stuck a packet in his mouth and tore it swiftly, producing a condom.
Still dangling from his body, I gave him an exaggerated pout. He looked me evenly in the eyes and pulsed into me once with a groan. My lips split as I drew a sharp breath.
He leaned over and pecked me again. “I can’t wait to come inside of you Olivia,” he said, kissing the underside of my jaw, “one day, when you’re mine.”
I nearly lost my grip at his words. I was so aroused, that I feared I might faint from the sheer extent of my need. He withdrew from me and set me on my feet to roll on the condom.
His gaze swept over me in the moonlight, and he licked his lips as I stood waiting, wringing my hands. “Clasp your hands behind your back. Like that. God, you’re even better than I imagined,” he said, shaking his head, sending a rapid blush up my exposed body. “And I imagined a lot.”
I had imagined too. I took in his towering frame and broad, solid torso. Dark curls started at his chest and thinned into a delicious trail. His stomach was flat with a hint of a six-pack, and the muscles in his arms were perfectly formed, just as I’d fantasized. His massive erection seemed implacable, and my mouth moistened just looking at it. I tucked my hair behind my ear as I let him examine me back.
He turned me around, and I yelped as he smacked me on the ass. “On the bed.”
I climbed up what I realized was a very high bed and sat facing him, running one leg down the other eagerly. When he didn’t make a move, I bit my lip and whimpered, nearly crazed with aching.
He exhaled a short, forceful breath and took a large stride toward me. “Christ, Olivia,” was all he said as he took an ankle in each hand. In one movement, he had spread my legs and yanked me to him so I fell back on the comforter. I shut my eyes and groaned when I felt his lips on the inside of my ankle, making their way up my knee to my inner thigh. His mouth jumped to my stomach, brushing my scar, and my ab muscles clenched fiercely in response. No, no, no, I told myself. Stay with him, I directed, trying not to lose focus.
“Mmm,” he moaned as he released my legs, pressed his chest to my stomach and took my breasts in his hands, running his thumbs under my nipples with reverence. I pushed my hips into his torso, desperate to feel him again. His mouth encircled one nipple and then the other; I bowed into the bliss of his tongue, softly crying out as I grasped handfuls of soft hair. He let me pull him up and kissed me hard. He pressed his fingers against my opening and anticipation vibrated my body. I bit my lip hard and after my whimpering plea, he shoved what felt like two fingers into me. They crooked and massaged, feeling me from inside.
“Oh,” I gasped, shocked at the new sensation. I writhed beneath him as he kept the pace, bringing me back to the edge. I arched into his body, and he wrapped his other arm underneath my lower back, securing me to him and sucking my earlobe. “Holy shit,” I gasped. I fought off the urge to come from his fingers, wanting nothing more than to feel him again, to watch him grunting as he hammered me.
“Come on, baby, come for me,” he rasped into my neck.
“No,” I shot back, reaching around and grabbing his solid ass in both my hands, urging his hips toward me. “Fuck me, David, I need you.”
“So fucking stubborn,” he growled and stood upright again, pulling my hips so forcefully that I almost fell over the edge. I felt his fingers spread my swollen lips and push the head of his rigid dick into me before shackling my ankles in a steadfast grip. He slowly swirled his hips twice before I cried his name in desperation.
At that he plunged into me, taking no time to pick up his thrust. He released my legs and my feet pushed against his shoulders, supporting him as he deepened his range. He grabbed my hips roughly, nailing me into the mattress so fast that I had to grab the sheets in a death grip.
“Look at me, baby,” said a voice from afar. I obeyed as a roaring began in my ears but squeezed my eyes shut, trying to prolong the impending orgasm. “Oh God, I’m gonna come,” he said. I felt his hand grab my jaw as he demanded, “Look at me.”
I broke myself from the darkness and opened my eyes for him, a cry escaping as wildfire tore through my body, throwing me into a violent orgasm that had me coming twice as hard and twice as long as before. He continued to pound me through the climax, never losing eye contact. He fucked me wildly, seizing my waist as my spent body threatened to slide up the bed with each thrust. I watched as he roared from behind gritted teeth with a punishing final thrust, squeezing me with his hands as he came feverishly, and never letting go until every drop had left his body. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
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Sinewy arms propped David over me as he heaved. I ran a hand through my sweat soaked hair and over my undulating breasts, trying to catch my own breath. I jumped when he brushed my clit to pull out of me and throw the condom next to the other one. I hooked my legs onto the edge of the bed, where I was still dangerously close to slithering off.
“You’re going to fall,” he observed, looking me up and down.
“I can’t move,” I replied between heavy breaths. He reached over and pulled me into a sitting position. A hand swept under my knees, and suddenly I was in his arms like a bride. He carried me to the bathroom and let me down at the toilet.
“What?” I asked.
“You should always pee after sex. Go,” he commanded.
I sat down, more out of exhaustion than compliance. “A little privacy?”
“Just go.”
I crinkled my nose at him. “David,” I whined.
“Fine,” he exhaled and turned his back.
“Really?” I said, mimicking his irritation with my own exhale.
“Olivia, I just fucked the shit out of you, who cares?”
I hadn’t had to pee before but now that I was in position, I couldn’t hold it any longer. I relaxed and let the stream go. It was oddly intimate even though I’d peed in front of Bill countless times. And I had the advantage of admiring David’s toned ass as he waited, obviously magnificent, even in the dark. Once I’d flushed, I hoisted myself onto unsteady legs. He was picking me up again before I knew what was happening.
“Aren’t I heavy?” I asked coyly, with my arms draped around his neck. He laughed heartily and tossed me in the air slightly before catching me.
“No honeybee, you are not. You think I could’ve fucked you that long standing up if you were?”
“The wall did most of the work,” I pointed out, as he held me over the bed.
“Oh, is that what you think?” he asked, nipping my unharmed cheek with his teeth. “Should we try it again and see?”
My eyes widened in response, and I bit back a giggle. “Can you?”
“I could have you ‘til the sun comes up, but you need to rest. We both do.” He dropped me then and I let the giggle out as I hit the springs. “First, I have to pee though.”
“What, I don’t get to watch?” I teased.
“You can if you want,” he said, gaiting away.
But my lids were heavy and my legs were leaden and did he call me honeybee again? and the sheets must have been a thread count somewhere in the thousands because they were oh, so . . . .
I was disoriented when I felt the mattress give underneath me. I wasn’t sure if I had fallen asleep, but suddenly David was climbing in next to me. I reached across the valley between us to touch him and said, “I’m cold.”
“Come here.” He pulled me to him, and I complied, fitting myself against a body I wasn’t used to. I rested my bent arm on his torso and lay my face on his shoulder.
“How do you feel?” he asked into my hair.
“Sore,” I sighed.
“Good, I want you remembering this all weekend.”
“Can I tell you something?” I asked.
He rolled onto me and looked me straight in the eyes while his chin rested on my chest. His body seemed miles long with him below me, and I wondered if his legs were hanging off the edge. “Olivia, I have been waiting for that question for weeks. Please, tell me something that I don’t have to beat out of you.”
I swatted his shoulder and snickered. “Don’t be ridiculous.” His face remained passive though, and he didn’t laugh.
I cleared my throat uncomfortably, feeling suddenly on the spot. “It – that was . . .” I felt myself reddening and shifted under his weight, wondering if I had time to change my mind. I curled my arm up to touch my earlobe, but he caught it without even a glance and kissed the inside of my wrist. I held my palm out instead. “That was my first orgasm with anyone. Well, first and second,” I added, looking up at the ceiling.
“What?” His tone conveyed his shock. “You can’t be serious,” he said, moving off me and sitting back on his calves.
“It’s true. Does that freak you out?” I asked simply. My hand fell back on the bed and I shivered, suddenly cold.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, snuggling back between my legs and tucking my arms underneath him. A huge smile crossed his face, that broke only long enough for him to kiss me quickly on the lips. “No,” he said emphatically. “I just can’t believe it. How?”
I faltered, wondering if it was possible to explain. “I’ve orgasmed on my own of course, just never with a partner. I always thought Bill and I would get there, but he stopped trying after a while. Not that I blame him. The harder he worked, the less turned on I became. I let him watch me, but I could never get into it.” I was silent. “So I might be on another planet right now.” He kissed the base of my neck more times than I could count. “I guess it helps that it’s been building for two months,” I added.
He stopped. “Oh yeah? Then how do you explain the second one?” I gave him a shy smile and his face turned serious. “You have no idea what that means to me,” he said, placing another kiss in the hollow of my neck.
“It means you are an experienced lover,” I kidded, even though I knew it wasn’t the reason. I had blossomed for him. Beneath him, clasped to him, we were in our own world, and I felt safe.
“No,” he sighed, exhaling against my neck. “It’s different.” His voice was so soft, that I had to strain to hear. Is it different for you too, David? I wanted to ask, but I just enjoyed the feeling of his lips, his breath, him, on my body. He lifted his head to give me a mischievous look. “Mmm,” he moaned, grinding his hips against me softly, alerting me that he was hard again. “That might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. Even better then banging a virgin.”
“David!” I squealed. He laughed, and it was such a playfully uncharacteristic comment that I couldn’t help but join him.
“I mean it. You are such a fox. If you were my girl, I’d have you coming every chance I got.” My laugh melted and my mouth watered at his words. He slid down my body and nuzzled my breasts, sighing into them and scraping his facial hair against my skin. “Did I tell you you’re incredible?”
“I’m thoroughly worked over, is what I am,” I responded.
“You know, when I looked into your eyes at the theater, I was stunned. Nothing like that has ever happened to me. And when I saw you in that gold dress, at the restaurant, I knew you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. You were glowing. But right now, in my bed, naked and undone,” he paused, leaning forward to kiss me softly on the lips. “You are perfect. I never want you any other way.”
I ran my hand over his cheek and through his hair. It hurt me that I couldn’t respond the way I wanted, so I just touched, memorizing him with my hands.
His gigantic hands splayed over my ribcage. “So smooth,” he commented, moving his fingers over my skin. Everything is smooth in the dark, I thought.
My body jolted when his index finger ran over my scar, causing the muscles underneath it to contract. “Except for this. What is it?” he asked. I gulped and squeezed my eyes shut, thankful for the night to hide whatever nuances might give me away. Why is he asking me this? Who cares what it is? I balled the sheets in my fist and willed that he would leave it alone. Instead, he leaned closer and examined it. “What’s it from?”
“Wasn’t that enough for one night?” I asked, half-joking. His silence was response enough. I sighed and pushed his hand away. “It’s ugly, and I don’t like talking about. Let’s not.”
“What happened?” he persisted.
“I don’t want . . . to lie to you. So please don’t make me.”
He laughed softly and buried his nose in my chest, placing a feather light kiss between my breasts. “Don’t lie. I’m not easily scared.” Suddenly his body against mine began to feel heavy, and his breath on my skin was grating, as though it hit a nerve with every exhale. I must have moved, because suddenly he insisted, “Stop. Don’t pull away. Tell me what happened.”
I was quiet for a moment, debating. “My mother accidentally stabbed me when I was a teenager.” It felt ridiculous to say out loud. I hadn’t had to since that night at the hospital. All that blood. “My parents fought a lot the year leading up to their divorce, but it had never become violent until she pulled a knife one night. I don’t think she meant to do anything with it, but I jumped in the middle and, well, you can guess the rest.”
With the words out of my mouth, I no longer felt cornered, and his body began to feel less like a trap and more like a shield. I glided a hand over his smooth upper back. I’d said it aloud and the world hadn’t come crashing down . . . . Well that’s something, I guess.
“What’s the rest?”
Again with the questions. “You ask a lot of questions,” I said. I moved my hand to his hair, letting the silky strands sprout from between my fingers. “Why, are you going to rescue me from my past, David?” I asked sadly.
I pulled lightly on his arms, and he snaked back up to my face, settling on top of me. He pecked me on the lips softly, lingered there a moment and then kissed me again, this time opening my mouth with his. Slowly, he caressed my tongue with his while running his hand along my jawline. “You’re hard,” I whispered into his mouth. He nodded without separating from me. He weighed heavy on me and I took it, wanting nothing more than to stay securely underneath him as long as he would let me. When the kiss hardened, he tore from me.
“You’re distracting me, Olivia. What’s the rest?”
“Hmm?” I asked sleepily. I opened my eyes, wondering if I could convince him to keep kissing me. “Oh. The rest . . . Hospital. Blood. Screaming,” I said, closing my eyes again. “Really, that’s all the detail I care to remember. I hate hospitals. Blood scares me blind.”
“Does it hurt?”
I puckered my lips and cocked an eyebrow at him. “No, of course not.”
“You flinch when I touch it.”
“A reflex, I guess. I can’t control it.” The room quieted, the only sound a pair of mirrored breaths.
“To protect you from your own mother,” he said finally. “I don’t know anyone who can do that.” It was an odd statement, and I wondered what he meant by it. Did he also have problems with his parents?
“Well, it was a long time ago. It never happened again. My dad left her the next day, and I went with him.”
“Your dad sounds like a smart man.”
“He is,” I agreed. “But she never got over it. She thinks we abandoned her.”
“What is it?” he asked gently, noticing my change in cadence.
“It’s weird to talk about. I haven’t in so long. I guess since it happened.”
“How? What about . . .” He hesitated. “What about Bill?”
I looked down at him. “Now you can say his name?” I let out a laugh, which promptly turned into a yawn. “No, you’re right, I forgot. Of course I told Bill.” How could I tell him that that wasn’t true without scaring him? That Bill had never asked? That I’d just shared with him one of the most personal things about myself that I hadn’t even shared with my husband?