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“Sally, I want all of you. I know you are still working through things in that pretty little head of yours, and I’m fine with that. Just let me know when you’re ready.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Sally
Oliver carries me up the porch stairs.
We’re both desperate and needing to feel each other. I’ve never been this eager for someone else before. Sure, when I went to that motel, I was dying for any little bit of affection my demons would give, but this is different. I’m not begging. Oliver is just as frantic as I am to feel us together.
He kicks the door open, which gets a laugh out of me, but that’s short-lived as Oliver’s mouth makes contact with my neck.
A moan escapes my lips.
“God, you sound like magic,” he says against my neck, causing another shiver to run down.
Subconsciously, my eyes wander the room in search of his phone.
“If you are wondering where my phone is, I threw it on the couch the minute we got inside.” His voice groans into my neck as a feeling of warmth spreads through my whole body. “I’ll throw it in the trash if you need me to.”
I pull my arms from being melded to his back and pull his head up so we’re looking at each other. “I’m ready.”
At that, his eyes darken as he grips the back of my neck, making sure the rest of my body stays upright with his other arm and pulls me in. His teeth graze against my bottom lip.
We move from the still-messy living room—I’ll have to scold him for not cleaning tomorrow—to his bedroom.
He sets me down on his bed, and I’m expecting him to kiss me or take off my shirt, maybe his own, but he doesn’t. Oliver walks over to his dresser and pulls something out.
In his hands rests a bottle of lube and a dildo.
“Oliver?”
“So, I did some research on ways to stimulate you other than me devouring your delicious tits.” Oliver walks over and places the items to my side. He starts to unbutton his shirt. My eyes trail his body as they work through the fabric, opening it bit by bit. Oliver discards the shirt onto the floor.
I’ll never get tired of seeing him shirtless, will I?
“Where did you even get these?”
“Daisy runs a feminine shop, though I think it’s more sex toys than anything. Rena is a lucky lady.”
That gets a laugh out of me.
My eyes flit to the dildo with curiosity. “You know when I said I was ready, I mostly meant being naked in front of you. You don’t have to work to get me off. It’s just the way my body is wired.”
“Princess,” he says with a strained tone before kneeling down in front of me. “Has anyone prioritized you coming?”
How do I tell him that I’ve only really been viewed as someone’s shame and how they typically just want to get their urges under control and don’t really care about my feelings on the matter?
I must look puzzled by the question because Oliver growls. “Mother truckers. Sally, if I could punch every guy who’s made you feel like your pleasure doesn’t come first, I might end up in jail.”
“It’s never really been a topic of discussion.”
His jaw ticks, replacing the heated desire in his eyes with a different kind of fire. He’s not mad at me; he’s made for me. No one other than my family has ever been mad for me.
“Tonight is all about you.” He gives me a firm nod because his eyes glaze over again as they trail my body. “Do you trust me?”
I’m nodding before the thought fully processes. I don’t think I could ever not trust Oliver. He’s my hero in so many ways.
Before I know it, Oliver strips me of all my clothing besides my underwear.
