“Christ, that feels good,” I tell her. I’ve imagined this moment thousands of times over the years. I jerked off repeatedly to the idea of touching a naked Olive. But the reality of doing that is so much better than any fantasy I dreamed up. To be here with her, actually holding her—she has me on fire.
Olive’s hands dance across my chest in the water, igniting my blood and sending shivers of pleasure through my spine. Suddenly everything about her feels too far away. I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my waist as I settle my hands against her ass.
“Bax, yes,” she whispers as I back her up against the tile wall. We fit together perfectly. Her center is pressed right against my crotch and I can feel her pert nipples against my chest. I find her mouth again with mine and dive in like a man starving.
Biting at her lower lip, I whisper, “tell me what you like, Olive. I want to make you feel good.”
She closes her eyes as I pull one hand up to cup her breast, my thumb tracing the rosy peak of her nipple. “I don’t know, Bax. I’ve never done this before.”
“Really? Never?” I knew I was a bear about keeping guys away from Olive, but I didn’t know she was a virgin. The thought of being the first man inside her, of claiming her and never letting go…I almost finish right here in the shower before we begin.
“I want you to be my first, Bax. Please.” Olive wraps her hands tightly around my neck and pulls me in, nuzzling her nose against mine and kissing me again. I start to worry about what this means, about where we go next. But that all fades away when I hear her moan my name. I’m left with pure want and need, laser focused on Olive and making her mine. As she begins to rock her hips and I feel her moist heat against my cock, I realize I’m going to need more space than a shower stall to do this properly.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Olive
I can’t believe this is really happening. I can’t believe I finally took the leap and told Baxter that I want him. I worried so much about what it would feel like, that I’d be awkward or he’d be turned off by my inexperience, but he has my blood singing in the shower and his little moans make it seem like he’s as into this as I am.
Bax reaches behind me and shuts off the water and, still carrying me, stalks down the hall to his bedroom. I laugh, because we’re both still soaked and dripping wet, but Baxter doesn’t seem to care. He places me gently in the middle of his bed and runs his fingers through my wet hair.
“Olive,” he says. “I want to make you come.” I feel the blush creep up my body, but one look at the hunger in his eyes and my timidity slips away.
My breath hitches as he drops his mouth to one breast, sucking and pulling as the tender nerves fire throughout my body. His big hand covers my other breast, kneading and gently rubbing until he switches sides. When both nipples are drawn long from his mouth, he pops off and the cool, wet air makes my nipples pucker even more.
Bax leans on his elbows, his weight settled in between my legs, and stares down at me like I’m a work of art. “So beautiful,” he says, and his wandering hands trace along my sides, brushing the tops of my thighs and then spreading me open.
“Oh,” I gasp as he slides a hand inside me, rubbing along my slit. I’m wet, and not from the shower, but from the things he’s doing to my body.
“You like that, baby?” Baxter looks up at me to make sure I’m comfortable, but his fingers are making me feel so good I have no words.
I nod my head and, with that permission, he drops a kiss right onto my clit. I feel the warm heat of his breath and then his tongue slides inside me. My hands fist into his hair as he begins to lick along my seam, thrusting his tongue and groaning. My hips begin to roll against him involuntarily, lifting off the bed to meet his mouth until Baxter adds a finger along with his tongue.
He bites my clit gently between his teeth as his finger slides inside and I detonate. “Baxter! Yes! I’m coming now, now, NOW,” I scream. I thrash on the damp sheets, moaning in pleasure until he starts to crawl back up my body, peppering kisses all along my stomach.
“That was amazing, Livvy,” he says, his voice low and reverent. “I’ve dreamed about what you’d look like when you come.”
“Mmmm.” I can’t get it together to answer him, to ask if I met his expectations, but he grins and says, “The real thing is better.”
Climbing fully on top of me, he nestles against my body and I love the weight of him, the feel of my nipples against his warm skin, the slight tickle of his chest hair. I wrap my legs around his waist and I feel the huge length of his cock, hot and throbbing between us. “I want you inside me,” I say to him. “SO much, Bax.”
He kisses me again and starts to reach for the night stand, but I catch his arm. “Wait,” I say. I can taste myself on his mouth and I find it so arousing I almost forget what I was planning to tell him.
“What is is, baby?”
“I’m on the pill,” I tell him between kisses. “I’ve been on it awhile for other stuff…and I trust you.”
Rising up onto his forearms, Baxter cocks his head to the side and studies me.
