by Claire Adams
“I want you,” I whispered into his ear, feeling the goosebumps rise on his neck.
He leaned his face down and pressed his mouth against mine, kissing me feverishly as he massaged my pussy. I moaned into his mouth loudly, pushing the vibrations of my screams into his chest. He growled as I reached over and dipped my hand beneath the waistline of his boxers, gripping onto his warm, pulsing shaft. My hand slid slowly up and down, his cock twitching in reaction to my movements. As my hand moved faster, so did his, spreading my folds apart and rubbing his hand against my clit with a strong sensual motion. My body reacted, thrusting my hips upward, wanting more and more from him. He opened his eyes and looked deeply into mine as I writhed beneath him, twisting my hips feverishly until, suddenly, he stopped.
“I want to taste you first,” he whispered.
He looked at me with dark eyes and began to move down my body, wiping his hands on the towel before pushing my legs apart and slinking down into my deep recesses. He threw his head forward, opening his mouth and burying his face in my pussy, his tongue moving wildly over my lips. I moaned out, lifting my body from the floor and feeling his hand press down on my stomach, stopping me from bucking out of his reach. Though now empty, my hand was still clenched tightly, the memory of his dick in between my fingers fresh on my mind. I took in a deep breath, attempting to calm and control the orgasm that was fighting to get out. His soft tongue felt so good lapping up my juices, and I wasn’t ready to give in to release just yet.
I lifted my body up on my elbows and ran my hand through his hair, watching the edge of his glistening tongue run over my clit. He turned slightly on his side, keeping his mouth firmly placed in my juices, and pulled his boxers down his thighs, reaching up and grabbing his shaft. He ran his tightly closed fist up and down his length, groaning into my pussy. Watching him touch himself was extremely erotic, and I couldn’t take my eyes off his pumping grasp. As he moved his hand faster, his tongue followed suit, and before long, he was so lustful that he had released his shaft and was feverishly kissing my pulsing and wet mound. I screamed out, laying back down and closing my eyes tightly, feeling his hand moving up my thigh and swirling around. Gently, he pushed two of his fingers inside of me, focusing his mouth on my clit.
My body jolted, his fingers filling me over and over again, twisting and turning as he pulled and pushed inside of me. He moved faster with each passing moment, like he was desperately trying to make me cum. I grabbed ahold of his hair and lifted my hips from the floor, grinding myself against his face.
“Deeper,” I screamed out. “God, deeper.”
I could feel a smile curl on his lips as he shifted, positioning his arm in front of me. He began to fuck me hard with his fingers, ramming them into me as his tongue flicked against my hard bullet. I had never been brought to orgasm from the feeling of someone’s fingers before, but as I laid there, twisting in the firelight, I could feel my passion meeting the cinder’s hot temperatures. He lifted his face and gave me a determined look, sitting up slightly and pressing down on my stomach as he gave it to me as hard as he could, pulling his hand in and out, his fingers rubbing the inside of me. He moved his hand down and laid his thumb over my clit and pressed down, rubbing it in circles.
“Yes,” I screamed out as my head flew backward and my chest arched into the air.
Streams of pleasure burst from my stomach, flowing through every part of my body. I grabbed onto the blanket next to me and held my breath, my body convulsing in ecstasy. As I let out the air in my lungs, he slowed his movements, my juices dripping from his hand. He crawled forward, towering over top of me and gliding his cock through my juices. I gasped, feeling the sheer mass of his cock push deep inside, touching as deep as he could thrust his hips. He groaned loudly, feeling me wrapped around him. My legs fell to the side, and his body twitched at the ecstasy of it all.
Immediately, he began to thrust his hips into me, groaning as he felt his shaft sliding in and out of my wet pussy. I moaned in a low tone, letting him know just how good it felt. I reached up and grabbed my tits, massaging them with my palms and rubbing my thumb over my hard nipples. I felt completely comfortable, open to doing and saying anything that I was compelled to. He pushed in and out at a feverish pace, groans escaping his chest each time he pushed back inside of me. I leaned up on my elbows and looked him in the eyes, my body shaking back and forth as he rocked my core with his cock. He lifted his head, pressing his mouth against mine, too affected by the pleasure to do anything more than keep contact.
Ollie sat up on his knees and back onto his heels, reaching down and scooping me up into his lap. I pushed him deep inside of me and put my feet down on each side of him, leaning my body backward and placing my palms on the floor. He reached around me and grabbed my ass, thrusting his hips forward as he pulled me into him. I ground my hips in a wave motion each time I touched against his skin, creating a deep-seated tingling in my abdomen. His movements got faster and rougher with each thrust until I was so far gone that I could no longer hold back.
I gripped down on the comforter beneath my fingers and pushed my body forward into him, letting my head fall back and screaming out. My body began to shake and twitch in his hands. He growled loudly now, pushing and pulling on my body with short bursts before pulling me in and holding me down. My body was erupting in orgasm as his cock pulsed, blowing his hot seed inside of me. He moaned loudly with his eyes closed as we traveled through our orgasms simultaneously. My body stayed stiff for several moments before each of my muscles began to relax. His followed suit, and slowly, he released my body, laying me gently down on the covers and catching his breath.
I opened my eyes and looked up at him, my breath out of control and my heart beating wildly. That had been the most mind-blowing sex I had ever had.
Chapter 25
Ollie
I laid down next to Elana, my body shaking from the stress and passion that just emanated from it. She pulled the blanket over us and turned toward me as I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in close. Not only had I gotten to feel her like I wanted, but there was an inexplicable connection that seemed to take hold almost immediately. I brushed the hair from her face and smiled, leaning in and kissing each one of her eyelids. She smiled at me and laid her hands gently against my chest.
“I should tell you,” I said, realizing that the passion had overcome me. “I wasn’t wearing a condom.”
“I know,” she said with a smile. “I take birth control. I have since I was a young girl for medical reasons, but it seems to be a handy thing these days.”
“That was incredible,” I said, smiling at her. “You are incredible.”
“And you are one hell of a servant.” She giggled. “I think it’s time I gave you a raise.”
“I do it for my country,” I said with an English accent.
“I’m not the queen.”
“You’re my queen,” I said, making her blush and look down.
I lifted her chin and kissed her lips softly, turning on my back and pulling her onto my chest. She laid her head down and breathed softly, the only sounds being the beating of my heart and the crackling fire beside us. We laid there for quite a while, and I looked down as she yawned, her face starting to sink into a sleeping state. Carefully, I moved her to the side and stood up, pulling my boxers up and smiling down at her curled up in the blanket. I bent down and scooped her into my arms, the blanket wrapped around her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and snuggled in close to me as I walked her back to the bedroom. Gently, I laid her down, pulling the covers up over her. I climbed into the bed next to her and kissed her on the forehead, pulling her close to me.
Elana opened her eyes and stretched, looking around my bedroom and smiling. She turned over on her back and stared up at the ceiling fan that I realized at that moment really needed a good dusting. She sighed and turned back to me.
“You really need to get some decorating done in here.” She smiled. “No wonder you don’t feel at hom
e. It’s barren like a hospital.”
“I know, I just haven’t had time,” I said. “I also am not very good at that kind of thing.”
“I can help,” she said excitedly. “And I promise not to make it girly.”
“I would love that,” I replied with a laugh.
“Ollie, are you sure you want me to spend the night?”
I lifted my head and looked at her face. I could see the shadow of hurt that I had caused when I left her in the middle of the night. Instantly, I felt incredibly guilty, realizing that I really had affected her on a level that I didn’t think I could do to someone. She was so perfect and so beautiful, and I had taken complete advantage of that. Now, when I was surer than ever about being with her, she was scared that I was going to leave again. I wasn’t even sure how I could correct this, except by showing her that I was in this, no matter what fears tried to rear their ugly heads.
“I’m so sorry for making it so you had to even ask that question,” I said, kissing her nose. “Yes, I am one hundred percent sure that I want you to stay with me. Besides, where am I gonna go? You’re in my apartment.”
I chuckled and then grimaced as she smiled and slapped me on the chest. She kissed me on the cheek and rolled over, pulling my arms around her and the pile of blankets surrounding her. It was the most relaxed I had been in a very long time, and it didn’t take long for me to fall asleep. All through the night, I kept my body wrapped around hers, our moves synchronized even as we slept. If I woke up, it was to make sure I was still holding her, and there wasn’t a minute that she pulled or moved away.
When I woke up to the rays of sun spilling out into my room, I smiled, looking over at Elana, still cuddled tightly against me. Her hair was strewn across the bed, and the gentle curve of her side down into her hip was exposed. I reached over and pulled the blanket over her skin, smiling as she moaned softly, cuddling deeper into the covers. I was shocked at the emotions flowing through me, being both confusing and comforting at the same time. I felt completely content and utterly primed by just waking up to this beautiful woman. I couldn’t even start to think where I would be if I hadn’t taken the chance and come back to get Elana. I had been in such a dark place, and she pulled me out of it by being who she was. I felt almost indebted to her, knowing that without her in my life, I might have packed it all back up and headed back out on the road, letting my ghosts chase me all the way out of the town. Madison wasn’t so scary when I carried a light with me into the dark alleys.
For years, I had wondered what I would feel like when I was in a relationship again. I thought about how strange it would be to do the same things with another woman that I had done with Lillie. At the time, it was painful to think that I could do that and not feel like I was doing something to dishonor our relationship. But this wasn’t the same. At least, it wasn’t like I thought it would be when I had finally found another woman to be with. My relationship with Elana was nothing like the relationship I had with Lillie. In fact, they seemed to be polar opposites in almost every way, except the feeling I had and the need I felt to protect Elana from everything.
Elana and I were built from the same mold. We laughed about so many things that no one else on earth would either understand or find funny at all. The majority of the time that I spent with her was spent laughing at something one of us did or said. When we weren’t laughing, we were flirting with each other, and it never felt like it was going to get old at all. Not to mention the fact that we had common interests such as our dedication to work, our history, our interest in different sports, and even down to the type of food that we liked to eat. We were two peas in a pod, just trying to make it through the cruelty of life.
Lillie was different, but not in a bad way. She was extremely happy all the time, making the best out of any situation that she came across. She was always able to channel her negative feelings and turn them into something positive, and she did that for everyone around her, too. She was a beautiful person on the inside and the outside. Her gorgeous smile radiated through every space that she ventured into. At the same time though, we had a lot of differences. She didn’t participate in the same sarcastic jokes that Elana and I enjoyed. She tried when she was with us, and even though I often found it adorable that she didn’t get our humor, it was hard for me to let my sarcastic frame of mind show through when I was with her.
One of the things that Lillie loved the most was art. She would talk about art, take me to art museums, create amazing masterpieces, and try desperately to get me to understand the meaning behind different pieces. It was hard for me because I have a scientific and technical mind, and it was difficult for me to understand the abstract ideas that hid behind the layers of paintings and the steel of sculptures. I loved sports, but they were never an interest to her. She used to tell me all the time how boring sports were to her and how she didn’t see the point in something if it didn’t bring beauty to life.
When it came to cooking, you would sooner find sweaters in her oven than any sort of meal. She had no interest whatsoever in learning to cook, wanting to learn to cook, or even considering cooking for someone else. She was simple in that aspect of life. She was more than happy to just throw together a quick salad, usually already combined at the store, put some dressing on it, and eat that twice a day, every day. Maybe that was why I couldn’t remember the last time that I ate a salad at home or even in a restaurant. I now opted for the soup instead of the salad when it was included. Elana, on the other hand, loved cheeseburgers and beer, just like me.
I was having a hard time remembering exactly what made me think that Lillie had been the only woman that would ever make me happy in this life. I had been so self-absorbed with guilt and grief that she seemed like the only woman that would ever love me. Could it be possible that Elana was actually better suited to me than Lillie ever was? Was that even a question that I was allowed to ask?
Immediately, I shook the thoughts from my head, chills spilling down my body. I couldn’t continue to look at life the way that I had before, not now that I knew there was a real opportunity for love right at my fingertips. Elana was amazing, and comparing her to Lillie was pointless. They were two completely different women, and they both affected me in two completely different ways. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder, if Lillie had lived, what our lives would be like today. Would we even still be together? And if we were, would our love be as strong as it seemed to be when we were on that campus?
I hated even thinking about any of this. I had made it a point to not let myself fall victim to the ghost of Lillie that my own mind created. When she died, it was beyond painful, and my brain tried to protect itself from anything like that again, but it was destroying any chance I had at being happy. I just didn’t like to think about it. It made me feel like it was a betrayal of Lillie’s memory, something I never wanted to do. I took in a deep breath and turned over on my back, looking up at the ceiling. I needed to shake these feelings at all costs. The last thing I needed was to scare myself single again, hurting me and Elana at the same time.
Slowly, I inched my way out from under the covers, making sure that Elana was still sound asleep. I grabbed some clothes and walked into the bathroom, closing the door and starting the shower. I wanted to clear my thoughts before Elana woke up, so I breathed in the steam and stepped in under the hot water. Hopefully, my feelings could evolve, giving way to a beautiful life with Elana by my side.
Chapter 26
Elana
The rays of sunlight spilled into the bedroom and cascaded across my face, waking me from my sleep. I kept my eyes tightly shut, not wanting to ruin the comfort that I felt, wrapped up in the soft blankets in Ollie’s bed. The pillow smelled like his cologne, and I knew if I got up, it would officially end the amazing day and night we’d spent together. Then again, I could feel the pangs of hunger in my belly, so I slowly opened my eyes and looked over to where Ollie would have been sleeping. Without thought, my chest did a flip-flop as I stared over at the em
pty space beside me. Before I could go into a full-fledged panic, though, I heard the shower running in the bathroom. I chuckled at myself for being so paranoid and climbed out of the bed. Inside his top dresser drawers were a pair of plaid boxers and a t-shirt, so I threw them on, rolling the boxers at the top to make them fit.
My mouth was dry and sticky, and I could only imagine what my breath tasted like. As I passed the mirror, I stopped, looking at the matted mess that my hair was, covered in baby oil and sweat from the night before. I ran my fingers through it before giving up and shrugging, making my way out to the kitchen. I shuffled to the fridge and looked inside, pulling the orange juice from the shelf and pulling down a glass. I poured a glass and chugged it, breathing heavily as I pulled the glass from my lips. As I stood there recovering, I glanced down at his almost empty fridge, noticing that he had a carton of eggs and a gallon of milk on the top shelf. I inspected the dates on them and was surprised to see that they were current, so I pulled out the ingredients and set them on the counter.
If I was going to be up this early in a strange house, I might as well make some breakfast for us to eat. I went through the cabinets, trying to find the utensils and dishes that I needed. Finally, I was able to scrounge together a frying pan, spatula, and bowl, finding the flour as I went through the rest of the cabinets. That was perfect; I could make something other than a plate full of eggs for us to eat, making sure that we were full. I grabbed a larger bowl and started cooking, humming to myself as I combined the ingredients together and began to whisk them into a batter.
I looked over my shoulder as Ollie walked from the bedroom, dressed but towel-drying his hair. He looked so handsome right out of the shower, and immediately, I became a bit self-conscious since I looked like a bag of ass. He smiled with that charm I had remembered so many times before when we would see each other around campus. It made my heart flutter, and I could feel my cheeks getting warm. I poured some of the batter into the frying pan and watched as it cooked. Ollie slowly approached, looking down at the batter and then wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. I smiled and touched his arm with my hand, reaching for the spatula.
