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“Can I change first?”
He smirked. “Sure. Skip the panties.”
I put my hands on my hips. “You said kiss.”
Oliver cleared his throat. “I might have other things in mind.”
“I’m sure you do.”
“Forgive me for wanting to touch my fiancée. What a horrible man I am.”
“You said it,” I teased, giggling as I headed to the closet. I changed into one of his white t-shirts and nothing else. It hung just below my ass.
Oliver was flipping channels when I returned. He held his arms open, inviting me onto his lap. I obliged, and he immediately dropped the remote, his hands and mouth claiming me. He gently licked my lips before pressing his tongue against them, seeking entry.
I was stubborn, making him work for it. He tickled my ribs, and when I laughed, he took the opportunity to thrust his tongue inside. Oliver kissed me deeply, his tongue probing and teasing until my core ached with need. He was intuitive, his hand roaming down my belly to the hem of my t-shirt. I spread my legs, giving him better access, and the pad of his finger skated over my clit.
I gasped into his mouth as he repeated the motion, again and again, until I was panting. Silently, I begged him to make me come. When he slipped two fingers inside me, I exploded instantly, clenching around him until my body went lax. My head lolled back against his arm as he claimed my neck, sucking at my pounding pulse before diving in for round two.
He was hard, like hot steel against my hip. I didn’t want his fingers; I wanted his cock. I protested when he started again, craving more.
“Let me do this,” he whispered.
“I need you.”
“After this. Come for me once more.”
Oliver was faster this time, slicking my swollen tissue with my juices as he rubbed in fast tight circles. I came within seconds as my body went rigid and I spiraled through my second orgasm.
“Your turn,” I said as I moved off his lap and clawed at the waistband of his black silk pajama pants. I couldn’t release him fast enough. I didn’t want him inside me, I wanted to suck him. I knelt in front of him to lick his thick crown
“Ryleigh, what are you doing?”
“Sucking you.”
“I thought you wanted something else.”
“That will be your second time.”
He smirked, leaned back and gave into my will. I took him deep, almost to the back of my throat and he let out a loud guttural moan as he shifted his hips. I bobbed hard on him and massaged his balls. I loved everything about Oliver, his scent, his taste, him. I heard his breathing pick up and I knew he was close when he gathered up my hair and held it from my face so he could watch what I was doing.
“Shit, shit,” he groaned as the first splash of cum hit the back of my throat. I kept moving; milking him dry before I cleaned him with my tongue then released him. He was leaning against the headboard with his eyes closed and a silly little grin on his face. I stroked his cheek with my knuckles and his eyes fluttered open.
“You’re special,” he said.
“So are you,” I whispered.
His gaze met mine. “I still can’t believe I found you.”
“You just needed to look.”
“I did look, for years. I almost turned down the graduation speech.”
“I’m glad you didn’t.”
“My heart would still be empty if I hadn’t found you.”
I moved beside him and placed my head against his chest. My heart would’ve been empty too if I hadn’t found him. He filled my soul and made me complete.
