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“Me either,” Oliver agreed with a chuckle, pulling me closer into his embrace as we settled in for the night.
Oliver moved his hand to my breast, kneading it while he bent down to kiss my neck. I could feel him starting to grow in his sweatpants. I turned so I was facing him, and he pushed me to my back, sliding under the sheet so I couldn’t see him.
“Where are you going?”
“You’ll see.”
He tugged at my panties. I wasn’t fast enough lifting my hips and they ended up in shreds. Oliver didn’t waste any time, stroking his tongue over my clit. I whimpered as he brought me to a fast orgasm. In no time, he was crawling up my body, pressing his hips to mine as he latched his mouth onto my nipple.
“You’re aggressive tonight,” I panted.
“I know what I want,” he growled.
I shifted my hips. “Fuck me, Oliver. I want you inside me.”
“Now who’s being aggressive?”
I tugged his pants and he slid them down with me until his dick was free. Our lovemaking was fast and hard. He pounded me, grinding his base against my already sensitive bundle of nerves. I exploded around him, flexing and squeezing his cock until he filled me with his semen.
After, we lay in each other’s arms, breathing heavily and I pressed my face against his strong chest, inhaling his masculine scent. Oliver smelled clean, like soap and his citrusy cologne. I kissed his pec, flicking my tongue over his nipple making him hiss.
“You want more? You know I can go again,” Oliver murmured, his voice laced with a hint of desire as he trailed a finger along my skin.
“I do, but I’m a little hungry,” I said, my stomach rumbling faintly.
“What would you like?” Oliver inquired, his tone indulgent.
“Cake,” I declared, a sudden craving for something sweet overtaking me.
“Excuse me?” Oliver chuckled, amusement dancing in his eyes.
“Cake. I’m in the mood for sweets,” I reiterated, undeterred by his skepticism.
“For dinner?” Oliver raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
“Does it matter what I eat for dinner?” I countered.
“I guess not. Except I don’t think I have cake,” Oliver admitted, his tone tinged with regret.
“But you can get some. I have faith in you,” I teased, a playful smile gracing my lips.
“How do you know?” Oliver asked.
“One phone call and my favorite chocolate layer cake will be up here in fifteen minutes. Am I wrong?” I challenged, confidence oozing from every word.
“You aren’t. I think I’m spoiling you too much.”
“Why marry you if I can’t take advantage of your influence?” I asked, a playful twinkle in my eyes.
“I’m not sure I should be flattered by that,” Oliver teased, though his eyes sparkled with affection.
“That’s besides the fact that I’m head over heels in love with you,” I said, my heart swelling with warmth.
“I’m glad to hear that,” Oliver replied.
“So can I have cake?” I pressed, eager to indulge in my craving.
Oliver grinned at me, reaching over my head to grab his cell from the nightstand. He kept me in his arms while he made his call, his touch sending shivers down my spine as I dozed against his chest.
