And Then There Was Her (And then There Was 1)

He finished drying his hair and tossed the damp towel into the hamper by the door. Then he slowly looked up at me, and I watched as his expression turned to heated desire. My nipples hardened, my pussy became wet, and I felt my entire body heat with lust. Oliver’s chest was so masculine, a work of art. He had bulging muscles, a six-pack that was so defined I could have probably bounced a coin off it, and that delicious V of muscle that dipped down to disappear beneath his towel had me feeling so feminine I couldn’t even breathe.

This deep growl left him as he lowered his hands to the towel at his waist, pulled the material free, and let it drop to the floor. He was already sporting a massive erection, his cock long and thick, straining toward me. My mouth dried at the sight.

“Baby,” he groaned right before he stalked toward me, pulled the blanket away from my body, and covered my chest with his own. I spread my legs to accommodate his larger frame, felt his massive dick press against my panty-covered pussy, and a gasp of pleasure left me.

“You’re insatiable,” I said against his neck. He started running his tongue along the side of my throat.

“Only with you, Adele. Only ever with you.” He let out this low growl and thrust his cock against me again.

“Good.” I smiled, even if he couldn’t see me.

“You make me so fucking hard, so turned on I can’t even control myself.” His mouth was still at my throat, the vibrations seeping into my body.

He pulled back, looking at my mouth. I lifted my hands and tangled my fingers in his damp hair. He gave one last deep groan before all but tearing at my nightshirt and panties until I was naked. He latched onto my nipples right away, the feeling of him sucking at the peaks with his hot, wet mouth causing me to squirm in desire. The blood rushed to the surface and swelled under his ministrations.

For several agonizingly pleasure-filled seconds, all he did was suck on my breasts. He alternated between them, drawing the tissue out with his teeth and then dragging his tongue over the slight sting he caused. It felt so incredibly good, and I wanted it to last forever, but I desperately wanted him to advance in what we were doing.

I was vaguely aware of the sounds coming from me, ones that should have embarrassed me, but I didn’t care, not with how Oliver made me feel. He slid his palm down my slightly rounded belly, pushed my legs apart even farther, and covered my panty-clad pussy with his big hand.

“I need this gone,” he grunted a second before he ripped the material from me, the fabric pulling against my flesh before the garment gave way. I gasped at how much that turned me on. He pulled the panties up and brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply as he stared at me.

“So fucking sweet.” He tossed the material away, and at the first touch of his fingers on my slick cleft, I cried out.

“Tell me how it feels.” He added a bit of pressure, and I gasped again.

“It’s so good, Oliver. So good.”

“Yeah, it really fucking does feel good, baby.” He continued to stroke me slowly. He slipped a thick finger into my pussy and started pushing it in and pulling it back out slowly. All the while, he stared into my eyes. “And it’s all for me, baby. You’re wet and primed and ready for my cock… only my dick, baby,” he murmured at the same time he pressed his thumb to my clit and started working the bundle of nerves back and forth.

I nodded. “Only for you, Oliver.” His name fell from my lips like a plea, like I was begging for more. And I supposed I was. All I wanted was Oliver to have his cock inside me, stretching me, filling me. I wanted him desperately.

“Yes,” I moaned and shifted on the bed, lifting my hips, needing him deeper, needing something thicker, more substantial.

I needed his dick.

I let go of his hair and moved my hands between our bodies. He let out a hoarse growl and moved his hands under me so he was now grabbing my ass.

“You smell so fucking good, Adele, the best fucking aroma in the world.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, rubbing my pussy on his length. He hissed out a curse and ran his tongue up the column of my throat. “I could eat your pussy all night long, and I still wouldn’t be sated.” He took my mouth in a hungry kiss for long, drugging seconds. I kissed him like my life depended on it. Our tongues pressed together, and when he retreated, I followed into his mouth. It was strange taking control, and in all honesty, I wasn’t sure if I liked it. Because I loved him taking control.