“No?”
We’d never had the luxury of making out in a large empty house. My parents, his dorm room, crowded apartments.
He lifted me, carrying me in his strong arms while continuing to kiss my mouth, my chest, and neck.
“You taste like salt.”
“Sorry.”
“I like it,” he said, licking my neck. “You were running?” His eyebrow cocked. He continued to walk, winding past a dining room table and down a long hall. “With Hayden?”
I nodded and pushed my fingers through his hair. I liked being the same height. “I yelled at him.”
“You did?”
“He deserved it.”
I nibbled under his chin. He hadn’t shaved and the hair scraped against my jaw. Oliver dropped me in the hallway, kissing down my neck and shoulders. He pushed at my tank, moving it over my breasts, my shoulders and head.
I did the same to him, wanting to see him—feel him. His new body that was bigger, stronger. We grappled with one another—different for me and Oliver. We’d always been sweet and sex had been more lovemaking than raw.
This?
This was raw.
With his shirt removed, I ran a hand down his chest, feeling the swell of his muscles, the hard, lean mass, down to the thicker patch of hair under his belly button. Sharp indentions marked his hips and there was never any mistaking Oliver’s cock. Big and thick; eager under the cotton of his pants.
“You’ve been working hard,” I said, fingering the hair.
He inhaled sharply. “I needed something to do while missing you.”
His words jarred me, hitting me straight in the heart. I didn’t want to wait anymore. Why should we? Our hearts knew one another. Our souls merged. And the new differences? I wanted to try them out, too.
“Show me.”
“Show you what??
?? he said, running a finger between my breasts.
“How much you missed me.”
That command was all it took, his jaw clenched and his eyes grew dark—full of intent. He pulled me into the nearest room, a master bedroom complete with a massive bed piled high with luxurious blankets and pillows. He’d brought me here on purpose. I knew it. To claim me in his adult bed. We didn’t need stolen kisses in the hallway or to be quiet behind dorm room doors.
Here we could be whoever we wanted to be. The people we are now, not then.
We finished undressing, his eyes glued to my body and mine to his. Before Jackson it’d been a long time since I had sex, and I couldn’t help but feel the flutters in my belly every time I looked at the size of Oliver’s cock. Lord.
He noticed and realization slowly fell over his features. He touched my cheek.
“I’ll take it slow. Ease in.”
“No,” I said, reaching between his legs, feeling the hard length. “Don’t.”
His grin was wicked and he picked me up, laying me on the bed. His mouth traveled up my body, nipping at my skin, wetting it with his tongue. My stomach twisted—craved—hips rising off the mattress, seeking more. His fingers found me first, then his mouth. He kept moving, taking his time with my breasts, dragging his cock along my belly. Eye-to-eye he pushed my arms overhead, cinching my wrists with his hand. Butterflies sprang, nervous at his dominance.
“Open for me, babe,” he told me, nudging at my knees. They fell open and I felt him between my legs; hard, ready, hot.
“Fuck me, Ollie.”