The fire in his eyes makes me want him more. He grinds into me, and I bury my fingers in his long hair. He’s rocking facial hair, and I’m feeling it. I tug it slightly and he moans as he smashes his lips against mine and our body finds a rhythm while he ravages my mouth. His tongue and teeth own me. My legs are shaking, and my panties are wet. He strips me down with a soft touch that makes goose bumps break out over my flesh. He pins my hand above my head, cuffing my wrists with one hand as he caresses his way down my body. I’m burning from the inside out.
“Oh, Ollie.”
“You feel so good. I can’t get over how soft your skin is.” He cups my right breast, kneading and pulling my nipple. I wiggle as he continues to build the pressure. His lips move from my mouth down my neck, where he focuses on the spot behind my ear that makes my toes curl.
“You’re so pretty when you make those sounds for me,” he rumbles.
The muscles in my stomach jump as he skims them with his fingertips and stops at my bikini line to stroke a line back and forth. My breath comes in small pants of anticipation. He chuckles.
“You want more? You’ll have to ask me, sassy.”
“Please touch me.”
He drags his fingers to caress the tops of my thighs. I open my legs, and he moves inside, stopping shy of my throbbing molten core where I need him most. I whimper.
“Is this not where you want me?”
“Ollie,” I whine. Saying the words aloud always feels so intimate. Even more than the act itself.
“Tell me. I’ll give you whatever you want, but I want to hear it.”
“Touch my pussy, Ollie. Make me feel good.”
He strokes down my cleft, and my brain nearly explodes. I shudder as the pleasure winds up through my body. It’s been too long.
“Like that?” he asks, whispering in my ear as he circles my clit with his thumb.
“Oh yes.”
“Or like this?” He rolls my clit between two fingers, and I arch off the bed.
“Both.”
He bites my bottom lip and circles my entrance. Whimpers and whines spill from my throat as I break free from his teeth and thrust my tongue into his mouth, groaning as he presses two fingers inside of me, filling and stretching as he crooks his digits and pumps. I rotate my hips, and he hits the spot that makes me see colors. Clamping my thighs around his hand, I trap him in place.
“Right there.” My body quakes, and I come, hard. His satisfied hum rings out in my ears as I slowly drift back to the ground. He runs his swollen cock between my slippery lips and taps the head against my sensitive bundle of nerves. I flex and find myself empty.
“Ollie, I need you.”
He peers up and meets my gaze as he gives me every inch he has to offer in one smooth stroke. I grip his biceps, and he pulls out. We find a steady rhythm that renders me speechless as he fills me over and over again. I wrap my legs around his hips, and he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me onto his lap. Straddling his legs, I wrap my arms around his neck. I like it this way when we’re as close as two people can get.
We’re reconnecting, and my soul is singing. Synchronized, we work our way up to a blinding crescendo I feel from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. This man is my heart living outside of my body. I rest my head on his shoulders and breathe in his scent. Having him present with me in this moment is everything I’ve been missing.
“Now that’s how to start the morning,” Ollie says.
I giggle. “I agree.”
He kisses my collarbone and lifts me off his limp member. “We should shower.”
“We should, but that would require moving.” I flop onto my back.
“Maybe a little more sleep, then.” We snuggle together in the center of the bed. Our bodies cool down, and the afterglow tucks around us like a snuggly blanket. I live for these moments between the stress of our existence and the grief over losing Rolly where things are okay.
OLLIE
The only time we’re allowed to step outside is at night. Who they’re worried about seeing us, I can’t guess, because we’re out in the middle of nowhere. We’d see anyone else coming a mile away. I lean down against the railing. It’s quiet out here. The sky seems endless, the stars shine brighter and larger, and if I wasn’t stuck with Carter and Johnson, I could find beauty in the tranquility. Right now I hate the silence and the inactivity. Being trapped here gives me nothing to do but think. My brain replays the happy times with Rolly. He was a brilliant, happy kid with wild hair, bright eyes, and an adventurous spirit.
He would’ve loved being here now. There’s a lake not far away from the cabin where I would’ve taught him how to fish. My vision blurs. I’m never going to do that now. He’ll never graduate from high school, go to college, or start a family. I feel robbed of all those occasions and a legacy. He was the best of me embodied. What do I leave behind now, to who? Allie is making it clear to anyone with working eardrums this is not just my fault, but Quinn’s, too.