Once we get upstairs, Olive drops down on the bed. I don’t know if she means to or not, but her legs are open just enough that I can’t help it. I’ve got to get between those deliciously creamy thighs of hers.

All of the pent up frustration I’ve had about us being apart, this fucked-up game of cat and mouse where neither of us is actively hunting the other, and we’re both just running away …

It ends now.

Pushing her back on the bed I climb on top of her. She makes a funny noise, and I wonder if I might have hurt her. Sometimes I forget my own strength.

“Are you okay?” My voice is low, almost a growl.

“Yes.” She gazes up at me, and I notice that she isn’t doing that thing where she half-closes them. I swear she will when I make her come, but for now I love the way she’s looking at me. I never want it to end.

My lips crush hers, my tongue forces hers apart and I invade that lovely mouth of hers. I make it mine. She squirms underneath me, adjusting her hands to try and touch me. I allow her to caress my chest and sliding down the deep V leading to my cock before I stop her.

“Olive,” I say, turning her on her side and holding her arms so they’re bent carefully behind her and she can’t touch me. “Don’t.”

That’s all I say, and she moans her understanding. I lift her hair from behind her and kiss the back of her neck. This sends a shiver down her back, and I get a thrill from pressing her down against my old bed. I’m on top of her back and shoving her underneath me, trying to get as close to her as I can through the fabric of our clothing.

I slide one hand delicately down over her ass then I slap it, hard.

She squeals, bumping back against me, and I grind my cock hard against her bottom. I’m not going to make love to her, and I’m not going to have sex.

I’m going to fuck her.

I take both her arms and place them on the headboard. “Leave them there.”

Next, I pull her shirt away from her body and trail kisses down her back. I tear off her jeans, leaving only her panties. They’re light blue, my favorite color. Too bad. They have to go too.

My hands shake as I try to slow myself down, but I just fucking can’t. I rip the seams open and she gasps as the air hits her beautiful, pink pussy. I tap her sex, making her push back against me as my hand connects with the skin there—

I tease her with my fingers, dipping into her cleft and clenching my fingers before removing them to her protest. I’m on my knees behind her, my tongue dropping from the bottom of her spine to her butt. I bite a cheek, my mouth still moving down as I run my tongue over her inner thighs, kissing her on her pussy once before going back to her thighs, darting back and forth.

Her moans turn into begging.

My cock feels like it’s made of steel, and I can’t tease her anymore. I need to make her come, to make her climax over and over again as I mark her as mine. I kiss her pussy, deeper, harder, running my tongue along her slit from her folds to that sweet little button. I catch her clit with my tongue and suck it hard. Her legs shake and her hips move away from me, but I grab them, pull her back into my face as I taste her. I torment her until she bucks and finally collapses in front of me, spent.

“My God, you taste so fucking good.”

She’s still panting, but manages a wanton smile.

But I’m not done. I grip her legs and her body is limp in my hands as she gasps, and I flip her onto her back, giving me full access to those gorgeous breasts of hers. I kiss her pussy one more time, sucking at it as she pulls her hands through my hair, begging me not to torture her.

Fuck, I want to, so bad.

I kiss up from her pussy to her stomach, then I suck a nipple into my mouth. I align my cock with her slit, rub the head along her opening, and push the head inside her as she moans. I bite her nipple so gently it’s almost impossible to tell I’m doing it, and then I move to the next one, and I’m back at her throat. I pull her hair, pushing another inch of my cock into her as she arches her back for me.

Fuck.

I can’t do this slow shit any longer. I need her.

Her hands aren’t on the headboard anymore. She clutches the sheets at her sides and I kiss her hungrily, shoving my dick as deep into her as possible. Cries of passion escape her throat as I thrust into her, again, and again.

Finally, I stop and pull out. I run a hand along her pussy and slap it.

“Oh!” She’s shocked, but dripping. I move that hand to her ass, slapping it and watching her ass move. Her tits jiggle, and I hit her ass again, sitting down behind her and then taking her waist in my hands.

“Get on my cock,” I growl against her neck as I bite it, pulling her onto my lap. “Now.”

She’s ready to obey but not fast enough. I pull her back to my dick, enjoying this new position as impale her wet pussy down on my rod. My cock twitches inside her, and I’m not fucking her anywhere near as hard as I could be.

Fuck.

Her pussy pulses and clenches around my dick, and I can’t hold myself back anymore. I thrust into her hard, using deep, long strokes. One of my hands pushes down on her stomach so she fucks me back even when she’s not trying to. She gasps, and I feel her muscles tighten around me like she’s about to come again.

“Please,” she gasps. Her chest is heaving and I grab one of her breasts, flicking a nipple there as I suckle on her neck. That does it for her, and she breaks into shards of ecstasy.

Only the grace of God keeps me from spilling myself inside her right then. She collapses, still shaking, her pussy convulsing. I pull myself from her and grin down, stroking the curve from her hip to her ass.

“I’m not done with you, woman,” I groan, grabbing both of her legs and pulling her closer to where I am at the end of the bend. She turns herself over, obedient, tired, but still so ready to please. Her nipples are hard and her face is flushed. My cock is about to burst, and I just want to dive into her again …

And I do.

I push her to the bed, pulling her head so she watches my cock as I push into her this time. She tries to close her eyes in delight, but I don’t let her.

“Watch,” I command, watching her eyes narrow with lust as I fill her. I throb, needing to spill my seed into her fertile body. Clutching her hips, I push the entirety of her cunt onto me. I close my eyes, thrusting into her more slowly this time, enjoying the lusty little sounds she makes each time our hips collide with each other, and I drive my dick home.

“Oh … Oh. Please.” Her eyelids flutter closed again.

“Olive.” I can’t control myself. “I hope you’re on birth control.”

It’s a lie. I hope she isn’t. I want to fill her with my load and watch her get fat with my babies, again and again.

She trembles, her voice almost a whimper beneath me. “I’m not.”

“I’m not pulling out,” I promise her, my dick bouncing inside her as she pushes back against me, our bodies both glistening with sweat.

“I don’t want you to,” she whispers.

I explode. And our bodies jerk and spasm together with all the force of the love between us.

We lie together panting in the dark, and it feels like only minutes before my cock is waking up again. Olive’s hand runs along my side until she reaches my dick. Once her palm wraps around my cock it goes hard in her hand.

I can tell she loves to hold me just as much as I love her touching me there.

But I don’t want her hand. I want her mouth.

Her head rests on my chest. I take a handful of her hair and guide her head down to my cock. She opens her mouth readily, just about to suck the tip into her mouth like she did at the villa. I don’t let her.

I hold onto her hair, controlling her, pushing the first few inches of my cock into her mouth. She gasps, but I don’t let go of her head. Her gasping only making it easier for me to stuff more of my cock into her mouth. I push her down farther and she starts to gag, her hands going around my hips as I make the push toward her throat.

She can’t take it.

I grab her head and pull her up, spit and pre-come dribbling from her lips as she gasps. I give her a slight reprieve before I push her head back onto my throbbing cock—all at once this time, instead of gradually. All the way to the back of her throat.

She gags again, struggling to take it, and my other hand slides down to her pussy. I push two then three fingers inside her tightness, testing how far I can push her without being too rough.

She’s mine.

My girl.

And I want her to know it.

I pull my fingers out of her, slapping her ass and running the fingers I just took out of her over her ass. I slip them between her cheeks, running them over her asshole and feeling her shudder. I push one finger into her ass, three more going back into her pussy. My cock is way bigger than that, and she just took it. I want her full.

Satisfied. She’s so wet …

Her mouth is stuffed, though, and she’s gasping again. I pull her head up and grab her chin, looking her in the eyes as she gasps, her eyes watery, her mouth a mess.

“You belong to me.” I don’t need to tell her.

“I know.” She smiles, kissing my hip. Then she puts her little mouth right back on my cock and sucks me dry, and I wonder if this is what heaven feels like.