Breath Of Life

“So hot and wet.” He pushes two fingers inside and stills. My walls flex around him. There’s something about being filled without motion that has me squirming and rocking my hips oh so slowly.

“Be still.”

I moan as I ball my fists and count backward from ten in my head to try not to ride his fingers until I come. He circles my womb, and I choke on the air I’m afraid to breathe. When he removes his fingers, my eyes roll back in my head as my cream coats my upper thighs. Every bump and turn has me ready to burst. We pull into the driveway, and I’m afraid to move as he cuts the engine.

“You’ve waited so patiently, haven’t you?”

I nod my head, watching him through lowered lids. He unbuckles his seatbelt and moves over the console. My breath catches as buries his head in my lap, slips my panties to the side, and fills me with his stiff tongue as he rubs my clit with his thumb.

“Ollie,” I whisper, hanging on to my sanity by my fingernails.

He circles my entrance. “No more waiting, sassy. I want to hear you scream when you come.” He thrusts his tongue deep, and I arch off the seat, riding his tongue as he takes me higher and higher with his clever mouth and thumb. My body shakes and my belly tenses. I shake so hard I think I might break apart.

“Ollie.” I give a hoarse cry as the damn breaks and fireworks burst behind my lids.

I’m vaguely aware of being peeled off the seat and lifted into his arms. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I snuggle into his chest as I float in the space that comes from an explosive orgasm.

He carries me inside and tosses me onto our bed. I prop myself up on my elbows and watch him as he undresses revealing his tone muscles. The scar is mostly healed, but I’ll never forget the day it was made. His muscles flex as he pulls his T-shirt over his head and tosses it onto the ground. I lick my lips, hungry for more of him.

“Still think you can hold in those screams?” He pushes his jeans down around his hips, and his thick cock springs forward.

“You know I’m the type who has to be shown things, Oliver.”

“I’ve got few things to show you.” He steps out of his pants, grabs my ankles, and pulls me down to the edge of the bed. “Let’s put that wicked flexibility of yours to work.”

I lift my legs up and part them doing the air splits.

“I fucking love yoga.” He bends my legs back and slams home aided by the slickness he cultivated in the car.

“Oh, God.” I grip the sheets.

“What was that?” he asks, pounding into me relentlessly. I’m at his whim, unable to do more than feel as he bottoms out over and over. I thrash my head from side to side. I can’t hold out as the wave slams into me.

“Ollie,” I cry out, convulsing on his length as he continues to piston in and out of me. He swells, stretching me even farther, and I flex my muscles, ready to give back what he’s giving. He grunts, and I know he’s close.

“Harder, Ollie. Please.” He complies as our gaze meet and the world narrows to the slap of our bodies and his blue eyes.

“Hold your legs.” I keep my legs bent back by my head, and he reaches down to rub my clit.

“So, so close,” I chant.

He pinches my bundle of nerves, and I flex around him as the orgasm washes over me. He thrusts, once, twice, and floods me with his hot spray. We collapse onto the bed, and I hold him close as we drift back to reality in increments, certain this man is the love of my life.

Chapter Eleven

Ollie

I glance over at my girlfriend who’s flitting from aisle to aisle like a kid in a candy store. We get Rolly back tomorrow, and unbeknownst to him, we’re throwing him a surprise party. His birthday is technically on the following Monday, but Saturday was the best day to have everyone come over. It’s the first time I’ve hosted it. Usually, Allie takes care of things like this. It’s incredible how things have changed.

“Look, babe. These will make adorable monsters.” She shakes a package of googly eyes and a stack of neon cups.

“You know, I blame this on you.”

Her smile drops. “What ... hosting? You don’t want to?” She tilts her head.

“No, I do, sassy. I mean his love for monsters.”

She smiles. “It’s pretty adorable.”