I took a deep breath, slid a hand down my belly, and stopped right before I reached my pussy.
“Touch yourself.” I saw a flicker of something dark move across his face. He swallowed, his bicep flexing as he picked up speed jerking himself off. That was the only outward emotion he showed in this second. “Pull your lips apart.”
Oh. God.
And I did just that, had both hands between my legs now, pulling my outer lips apart, feeling the cool air move along the hottest, most intimate and sensitive part of my body. I felt my pulse in my clit and was slightly embarrassed, because I knew how wet I probably was, how he could see how glossy it was. I knew my clit was swollen. It felt so swollen down there, blood rushing to that little nub.
“Oh, baby,” he groaned as he started really bringing his palm up and down his cock, his focus never leaving the part of my body I showed him.
“Ask me for my mouth on your sweet pussy, for my cock in your cunt.” His words were dirty, filthy, but they fueled me on, and I found herself lifting my hips involuntarily, silently begging for just that. He shook his head slowly. “You know I want to hear the words.”
I licked my suddenly dry lips, and whispered, “Oli, I want your mouth right here.” I lifted my hips slightly again, showing him my soaked pussy.
He let go of his cock and had his face between my thighs before I even got that last word out. He had his hands on my inner thighs, spreading my even wider for him, his warm breath moving harshly along my exposed pussy.
He licked me from the opening of my pussy to the nub at the top of my mound then slid back down again. Oli repeated this action until I writhed beneath him, my climax approaching swiftly. And in a move so quick it cut off my oxygen supply, Oli had my clit in his mouth and a finger inside my pussy. He sucked hard and fast on the engorged bud, finger-fucked me in gentle, slow thrusts. Stars and flashes of light danced in front of my vision.
He added a second finger, and the stretch of the penetration from those two digits had me exploding for him.
“Oliii!” I cried out his name as my whole body seized from the pleasure. Ecstasy washed through me, stealing my breath, my pulse, even my very sanity. But Oli didn’t stop. He continued to bring me to the height of pleasure; his growls sounded like he was some feral animal feasting on his last meal.
He’s feasting on me.
I was very aware I begged him to stop, that it was too much, that I was too sensitive. Legs shaking, heart racing, and sweat beading my brow, I finally felt him move up my body, his lips and tongue leaving a scorching trail on my flesh as he rested his big, powerful body above mine.
And then he was kissing me, sealing his lips right on mine, pushing his tongue into my mouth, and forcing me to taste myself on him. The musky but sweet flavor had me moaning into his mouth.
“You see how good you fucking taste?” His words were clips, harsh against me.
I could only give him a pleading noise for more.
I gripped his hair and opened my mouth wider, sucking on his tongue. I lifted my hips and couldn't stop myself from grinding my still so sensitive pussy against his cock. Anticipation and nervousness slammed into me when he grunted from the contact, and then he was reaching between our bodies and placed the tip of himself at my pussy hole.
I was ready for this, so ready for him that I was sweating, panting, high, and dizzy.
“I’m not even in you yet and you already feel so fucking incredible.” He said the muffled, harsh words against my mouth.
I curled my hand around his bulging biceps, digging my nails into his skin until he hissed. But I could tell that it was a sound of pleasure and pain.
“That’s it,” he groaned and ran his lips along mine in a slow, sexual glide. “Put your legs around my waist.”
My heart thundered as I did what he said and gasped when the motion brought us impossibly closer. When he reached between our bodies and aligned himself at my entrance once more, the tip of him right there at the center of my body. I held my breath.
He pulled back just enough that he could stare down into my face. The shadows moved across his features, but I could see him so clearly, could tell how worked up he was, how restrained he was being right now. And when he held my gaze with his as he started slowly pushing into me, taking my virginity, forcing all those huge inches into me, my heart stuttered behind my ribs.
“It’s too much,” I gasped with another inch he pushed inside. The discomfort was right there at the surface, but the pleasure of being with Oli far outweighed it. I felt how wide my eyes had gone, felt tears prick at the corners of them as he pushed more of his erection into me. “I can’t take all of you,” I mewled.
“You can take all of me,” he moaned, and his eyes slid shut for a second when he sank deeper into me. “You were made for me.”
He pushed more and more and more into my body until those prickling tears finally slipped out and tracked down my cheeks. Oli leaned in and ran his tongue along the side of my face, lapping at the salty remnants of my desire.
He stretched me until I felt like I was splitting in two. He filled me until there was no space he wasn’t touching.
“Take all of me.” His voice was nothing more than a whisper. “You can take all of me, sweet girl.” He
