I reach up to stroke his curls, my curls now, and run my fingers along his jaw. “I’m saying I want you to make love to me with nothing in between us. Just us.”
“Oh fuck, Olive,” Baxter moans and I see a bead of pre-cum glisten at the tip of his cock. I reach out to explore this most unfamiliar part of him, tracing my fingers along the ridges and veins, wondering how it will feel to have this hot length stretching me open.
I can feel his heart rate increase as I continue and I start rocking my hips again, grinding against his hard body, desperate for another release. “You make me so hot, Bax. Please!”
“Oh, Livvy. You don’t need to beg me,” he says, adjusting his position. He puts a hand to his cock and lines the head up against my body. I feel tight with anticipation, but he kisses me so softly. “Are you sure? Are you sure you want it to be me?”
“Bax,” I gasp. “It’s always been you. Please.”
When he slides in, so slowly, I feel a sting at first and our eyes meet. He stills as my body adjusts and before he moves again, I see his eyes well up. “Livy,” he whispers. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too, Bax. I’ve always loved you.” My hands press into his back, drawing his chest against mine, and I wrap my legs further around his hips as he sinks a bit deeper inside me. “Feels so good,” I whisper, echoing his words from the other night.
When Baxter begins to move, my ability to concentrate evaporates. This connection I feel with him is so powerful, so huge, and through it all, my body sings with desire as he strums up every nerve ending I’ve got. Each thrust of his hips catches my clit just right so the tingling sensation builds as he gains momentum.
His eyes close and he presses his forehead against mine, rocking gently and then picking up the pace to thrust hard. Our bodies are in synch and my hips rise to meet his. “Oh, fuck, Livvy, this feels so fucking good,” he grunts out.
I feel the delicious, slippery glide of his skin moving inside my wet heat, and I bear down until I’m gripping his cock with everything that I’ve got. His eyes shoot wide open and he holds my gaze as he reaches in between us. His big thumb works tight circles on my clit until I’m moaning his name again. “Bax! Yes!”
I come again, and my body contracts, squeezing his cock impossibly tight until his body tenses, too. I feel the hot spurts of his release deep inside me again and again as he moans, my name on his lips. I can hardly believe I have him in my arms this way, naked and beside himself, spilling inside me. “Livvy,” he whispers as he comes. “Oh, fuck, baby, I love you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Olive
I wake up naked, curled around Baxter in bed, and so unbelievably happy. Every muscle in my body aches when I inhale after a night spent making love repeatedly. I feel like I have so much ground to cover with Baxter, so much time to make up after so many years of wanting him.
Every time I told him I was exhausted and needed to sleep last night, he bit my ear lobe and told me he needed to try just one more thing. Then he made me come so hard I saw spots.
His alarm goes off around 9 for his PT before Sunday workouts. He opens his eyes, long ashes curling at the ends, and his face is so close to mine.
I love that I feel this nearness with him, this electrifying new honesty where I can just kiss him when I feel like it. Which is all the time. As his phone vibrates and dances across his night stand, I pull him in and moan into his mouth.
“Mmmm, morning, Olive,” he says. “Baby, you’re going to make me miss my session.” He juts his hips forward and I gasp, feeling him hard against my belly again.
“How can it just jump right back up into action so fast?” I reach down to grab my new favorite body part, but Baxter pushes my hand away.
“He knows what he wants,” he says. “But I’ll have to catch you a little later, ok? I have to keep my shoulder loose.”
Bax climbs out of bed and I admire the shape of his ass, his thick, powerful thighs. He rummages around in his drawers and tosses me some clothes to put on since mine are presumably still crumpled in his hall, covered in puke or wet from the shower. “Here, babe, you can wear these til you get home and changed.”
He watches while I slip into his t-shirt, snorting out a laugh when the short sleeves reach nearly to my wrists. “What am I going to do about shoes,” I muse, trying to imagine myself walking home in my heels from last night.
“If you hurry your ass up, I’ll drop you off outside your dorm and you can just run in barefoot.” He crawls back across the bed and kisses me as I wriggle into his sweats.
I can’t stop thinking about the sound of his voice when he tells me he loves me, which he does at least ten times during the ride to McPherson Hall. In a dreamy haze, I unlock my door and change for my own shift at the training room.
It doesn’t even occur to me to check on Tim as I walk to work, humming and remembering the feel of Bax’s fingers along my body. Remembering the slick, smooth sensation of him filling me. The way his cock feels gliding in and out of my body…I can’t believe I’ve been missing
