She’d touched him, and that had been more than enough.
He knew what was coming as she eyed her fingers around his shaft, and he tried to prepare himself for it.
But nothing could prepare him for the feel of her mouth all around him. His hips arched up off the bed, and he tightened his fists in her hair, using every restraint he had left not to pull her hair too hard.
She sucked him a couple of times before she let him slip from her mouth. It sounded like she was smiling some more as she murmured, “I guess that means you like it.”
“Like it? Like it? Oh fuck, you’re going to kill me before the end of this.”
She held his erection upright so she could lick a line up the length of it. Then she teased the head with her tongue until he was moaning loudly and tossing his head like a teenage boy getting lucky for the first time.
When she cupped and squeezed his balls, he almost lost it. His whole body throbbed dangerously and then kept throbbing when she wrapped her mouth around him again. She established a steady rhythm at last, and he couldn’t help but thrust into it, making sure he wasn’t too rough since she obviously didn’t want him to fuck her throat.
“Oh fuck, that’s so good.” He was muttering again. He couldn’t hold back the words. “Oh fuck, just like that. Just like that. Fuck, you feel so good. You’re making me feel so good.”
She murmured wordless encouragement and sped up her rhythm, squeezing his balls again in a way that whited out his vision momentarily.
He reached up to grab for the headboard as pleasure sliced through him. “Shit, I’m close, Olivia. I’m gonna... gonna...”
Then it didn’t matter what he was saying because he was coming long and hard, releasing loud, naked moans as she sucked him through the spasms.
Climax took him so powerfully that he was utterly leveled when the waves of pleasure finally faded. He collapsed onto the bed, one arm stretched out on the bed and the other still curved around Olivia’s head.
She was smiling as she let him slip out of her mouth and straightened up. “That was pretty good, wasn’t it?”
He grunted. It was all he could manage.
She giggled and stretched out on top of him, kissing him slow and sweet as she pressed the full length of her body against him. “I thought it was pretty good too.”
She seemed to mean it. As if pleasing him had genuinely pleased her.
He wasn’t going to leave it at that though. As soon as he could catch his breath and make himself move, he was going to make her feel just as good as she’d made him.
It took a few minutes, but eventually he was able to start stroking Olivia’s body. She was still sprawled on top of him, and her warm weight was so sexy. He slid his hands up and down from her hair to her back to her ass to her thighs, and he couldn’t get his fill of the shape, the texture of her.
She pressed a few kisses into his neck and shifted on top of him as he caressed her more intentionally. Then he found the focus to turn her over onto her back and move over her. He kissed her again, his hand lingering on the soft, delicious place where her butt met the back of her thighs. Then he straightened up so he could pull off her tank top and finally see her bare breasts.
He stared hotly, so long that she must have gotten self-conscious. “Aren’t you going to do anything but look?” she asked.
“Yes. I’m going to do a lot more than look.” His voice was too thick, but there was no help for that. He lowered his head and flicked one of her rosy nipples with his tongue.
Her breath hitched, so he did it again. Then he took more of her breast into his mouth and suckled as skillfully as he could.
“Oh God, Scott,” she mumbled, arching her neck the way he had earlier. “That’s a lot better than looking.”
He chuckled around her breast and worked on pleasing her as much as he could. It didn’t take long before she was whimpering helplessly and trying to grind her arousal against his hip.
She was really turned on. She wasn’t trying to hide it. She wrapped one of her legs around him and squeezed until he huffed.
He was already getting hard again, but he wasn’t going to let that distract him. Nothing mattered as much as giving her as much pleasure as she’d given him.
Pretty soon she was begging him softly to make her come and rocking her hips up into him. When her pleas turned desperate, he lifted his head and slowly pulled down her leggings. The little underwear she wore came with them so she was completely naked when he’d taken them off.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he said.
“Don’t exaggerate.” Her cheeks were very pink now and her eyes heavy with desire.
“I’m not exaggerating. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. I’ve always thought so.”
He couldn’t believe he was telling her that, but he couldn’t seem to hold anything back from her right now. All of it was coming out.
Her face tightened briefly, as if his words meant something to her. Then she pulled him down into a kiss. He responded immediately, but he could feel she was really turned on by her whimpering and writhing, so after a minute he pulled away and kissed his way back down her body.
When he had one of her breasts in his mouth, he moved one hand between her legs, opening her up with his fingers, feeling how hot and wet she was.
She wanted this so much.
She wanted him.
“Scott, please. Oh please.”
He slid one finger inside her and then two, curling them up so he could stroke her inner walls. She arched up dramatically and tried to ride his fingers as he kept suckling her breast.
He knew she was close, but he was surprised by how quickly she came, her body tightening all around his fingers as her hips rode out her release.
She was making the most delicious sounds of pleasure, and he hadn’t had nearly enough of them, so he kept his fingers inside her and lowered his mouth even more until he could lick her clit.
She thrust her hips up with a little sob, squeezing around him deliciously, so he licked her again.
“Scott, oh God, Scott! I’m going to come again.”
He knew she would. She kept clenching around his fingers and shamelessly rocking her hips. He had to fight to keep her still enough for him to keep his mouth on her clit.
She was clutching at the headboard with both hands and sobbing out her pleasure as she came and then came again.
It was intoxicating and more than that. Strangely emotional. That he was doing this for her. That she wanted him to. That he was allowed to.
When she came a fourth time, he heard her babbling out, “Enough,” so he raised his head and gently slid his fingers out. They were soaked with her arousal, and he couldn’t resist sliding the fingers into his mouth so he could suck them clean. He was as hard as rock again, but his body wasn’t the only part of him blown away by what was happening here.
She was watching him with hot, heavy eyes. “Thank you.”
“I enjoyed it as much as you did.”
“Maybe not quite as much.”
“I bet I did.”
She gestured for him, and he came to her so they could kiss again. This time he slowed it down so he could take his time, letting her recover as they kissed without pushing them into more before she was ready.
Eventually her hand stroked down his back, squeezed his ass, and then moved around his body until she was feeling the hard length of him. “I guess this means you’re interested in more,” she said in a teasing voice.
“Only if you are.”
“I definitely am. I haven’t even felt you inside me yet.” She pushed him over onto his back, but before she moved on top of him, she paused. “We need a condom.”
“Shit.” It hadn’t even occurred to him. That was how far gone he was.
“I’ve got one in my purse. Don’t move.”
He was so turned on again that he wasn’t sure he was capable of moving at the moment, so he was relieved that she ran in
to the other room to her purse and then ran back in less than thirty seconds.
She had a condom packet in her hand when she climbed back onto the bed, and she was grinning as she ripped it open and rolled it on over the length of him.
Then she was straddling his hips again. His lips parted as he watched in heated awe as she lined herself up over him and then sheathed him with her body.
Both of them groaned at the penetration, and he reached out so he could hold on to her hips to keep her in place.
She started to move slowly, just rocking over him as if she were trying out the position, figuring out what worked the best.
“Is this good for you?” she asked after a minute.
“God, yes. Just being inside you is good for me.” He was speaking the absolute truth. Nothing—not anything he’d ever done—had been better than this.
She smiled as if she’d liked that he’d said that. Gradually she intensified her rhythm and her motion over him until she was riding him hard. He gripped the soft flesh of her ass and thrust up into her. Both of them were grunting loudly now, and he knew she was going to come soon. He just hoped she did before he lost control.
She was moving so vigorously now that her breasts bounced erotically. She was giving him everything. She wasn’t putting on a pose or pretense or trying to act the way he wanted. This was real. All her. She was with him fully. All the way.
She cried out loudly as she reached climax, gasping about how good it was, how hard she was coming. He almost came with her as her channel clamped down around him, and he let out an embarrassingly uncontrolled shout as he tried to hold himself back.
He just barely did it, still hard and urgent as he turned them over so she was on her back and he was between her thighs.
“Can you wrap your legs around me?” he rasped. “I want to feel you all around me.”
She did as he asked, hooking her ankles to keep them secure. “Like this?”
“Yeah. Just like that.”
“You’re going to come this time, aren’t you?”
He was pretty sure he wasn’t going to be able to help it. “You want me to?”
“Oh yeah. I want us to do this together.”
He kissed her gently. “We are together.”
He never would have believed it, even yesterday morning, but they were together in this. He knew it for sure.
“Yeah,” she breathed, tightening her thighs in a way that made him jerk his hips. “We’re together.”
He started to thrust then, fast and steady and no holding back. She was moving with him, and together they were shaking the bed, making matching sounds of effort and pleasure. His eyes were blurring over now, and sweat was dripping down his face. And Olivia was everything.
The entire rotation of the planet was centered in her.
“Scott,” Olivia gasped, as her motion grew more clumsy, urgent.
“Olivia.”
“Scott, this is us. All of us.” She was tightening around him again, and her face was twisting in pleasure.
“Yeah.”
“You and me. This is all of us.”
He understood what she was saying, what she was giving him. She was sharing herself—her body, her heart, her humanity, all her bright shining—and she was recognizing, appreciating, wanting all his humanity too.
“Yes. Olivia.” He couldn’t say anything else. Just her name in a breathless huff as he fell over the edge.
His hips jerked helplessly as he fell out of rhythm, but she was right there with him as the waves of sensation overwhelmed him. Both of them were shouting with it, riding it out until they’d taken and given all they could.
If he’d been leveled after his earlier climax, he was more than that now. He fell down on top of her, his elbows buckling completely. She huffed when his weight landed on her, and he tried to ease some of it off. But he could barely move. Couldn’t do more than press a few clumsy kisses into her neck.
She was stroking his back and his head, and he loved the feel of it.
It felt... tender.
And he wasn’t sure anyone had ever really been tender with him before.
But he could feel his erection softening, and the condom was going to be a problem. So before he’d fully recovered, before he wanted to, he had to pull himself out and take care of it.
It was messy and strangely difficult to manage, and he swayed on his feet when he tried to stand up.
“You okay?” she asked softly from the bed.
“Yeah.”
“You want me to get that?”
“Nah. I got it.”
He wasn’t sure he really had it, but the condom was in his hand, so he tied it off and limped to the bathroom to throw it away.
It was dark in there, and he’d forgotten the flashlight, so he had to leave the door cracked as he washed his hands and then cleaned himself off. He stood in front of the sink and tried to catch his breath, but he couldn’t.
He was wiped out. In more ways than one.
It didn’t feel safe.
He wasn’t sure he was equipped to handle this.
It had been years since he’d ever felt so weak.
He splashed water onto his face in an attempt to revive himself, but it didn’t work. His face still wet, he bent at the waist and gasped a few times, holding on to the vanity for support.
What the hell was wrong with him?
“Hey.” Olivia’s soft voice. From right outside the bathroom door. “Are you okay?”
He straightened up so quickly it hurt. “Yeah. Yeah.” He reached for a hand towel to dry his face.
“Are you sure?” She was coming into the bathroom now. She’d brought the flashlight and flipped it on.
He’d rather it be dark so she wouldn’t be able to see him clearly. “Yeah. Of course.” He tried very hard to make his voice sound natural.
He’d never expected to have sex with Olivia, and it was some sort of miracle that it had been good for both of them.
But he’d be damned if he let her see that it affected him so much he was about to have a breakdown now that it was over.
She wrapped an arm around his waist and pressed a kiss against his shoulder. “Scott? Talk to me. You’re shaking. What’s the matter?”
Shit. He didn’t do this. He wasn’t going to do this. He wasn’t that teenage boy anymore. “I said it was nothing. I think I might have overexerted myself earlier.”
Surely that would be convincing.
Olivia wasn’t convinced. She was frowning in concern. “Scott?” She tightened an arm around him, and he wanted her comfort, her support so much he had to pull away.
He saw her surprise on her face. Then he saw a flicker of hurt that followed it.
“Sorry,” he said quickly, gruffly. “Sorry. I just need a little... space.”
She was silent for a tense moment, and he knew he’d made a mistake.
But he didn’t know what else he could do unless he was prepared to completely fall apart right here in the bathroom.
In front of Olivia.
Because of Olivia.
“Sure,” she said, her expression changing, her mouth turning up into a smile. “No problem. I get it.”
There was something fake about her smile and her casual tone that pierced him through the heart. “I’m sorry, Oliv—”
“Don’t be sorry,” she said with another smile, her tone a bit more convincing this time. “We both had a really good time, didn’t we?”
“Y-yeah.”
“I think we both needed it. It doesn’t have to be any more than that. You can have all the space you want.”
He opened his mouth, trying to make this better, trying to get her back. It felt like she’d retreated forever out of his reach.
But no words came out.
She shook her head with another smile. “But would you mind if I have my space in the bathroom. I need to pee again.”
“Oh. Yeah. Of course.”
He stepped out, and she closed the door
in his face.
He didn’t move. Not for a long time. Not until he heard the toilet flush.
He’d blown it. Completely.
He’d always been clueless with women, and he wasn’t sure why ten years of trying to be a different man would ever really change that.
Nine
OLIVIA CRIED A LITTLE bit in the bathroom but just for a minute and so softly that there would be no way for Scott to hear.
She didn’t like to be stupid.
She usually didn’t think she was.
But she might have been a bit stupid here with Scott.
She’d been hoping it was more than sex.
She’d been hoping it might last beyond this weird, intense snow-surrounded world they’d been living in for the past twenty hours.
But his asking for space the way he had couldn’t be good. Only a fool would think that didn’t mean something. She cringed as she remembered how sappily she’d come into the bathroom to comfort him when it looked like he was hurting.
Maybe he had been hurting, but he didn’t want comfort from her.
He’d wanted sex and companionship for the night, and that was what he’d gotten.
She’d gotten it too, so she shouldn’t complain.
She was a grown-up. Smart and realistic no matter what everyone thought of her. She wasn’t going to be silly about this.
So she was calm and in control of her emotions as she came out of the bathroom, wearing the same white robe she’d put on yesterday.
She found Scott in the living room making a fire. He’d put on his jeans and T-shirt, and his hair was standing up on end.
Making sure she sounded light and easy, she said, “There’s cereal, and the milk might still be okay since it’s been so cold in here, so we at least have something for breakfast.”
He was poking at the small flame he’d just got going, and he didn’t turn to look at her. “That’s good.”
She watched him for a moment—his stiff shoulders, his impassive face.
He wasn’t the boy from long ago, and he wasn’t the confident, careless man he’d been for the past ten years.
She wasn’t sure who he was, except he had a wall around his expression that might never come down.
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