Page 17 of When He Was Mine

I was rewarded with several beads of precum bubbling to the top. I lapped at it before taking him into my mouth, sliding down as far as I could go without choking. He moaned, his hands grasping at my hair, gathering it in a bunch which he held firmly.

"Ryleigh," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. The sound of his pleasure spurred me on, and I knew there was no place I'd rather be than right here, making him feel this way.

I sucked him hard, pulling on his hot flesh. I loved Oliver’s taste and knew when he was getting close to his release when he tugged too tightly at my hair. A few more hard sucks and a squeeze of his base had him exploding down my throat. When he released my hair and went slack, I cleaned him with my tongue before I moved up beside him.

“How was that?” I said with a grin.

“Jesus Christ, you’re going to be the death of me,” he panted out.

He kicked off his pants, discarding them on the floor before he sat up to pull the covers over us. Down below, my clit throbbed with desire but Oliver was already asleep when I snuggled against his chest. It would have to wait until we woke up for work.

“Come for me, Ryleigh,” Oliver commanded, his voice a husky whisper.

Two hours later, I awoke to the sensation of his lips trailing kisses across my body. His hand slipped into my white lace boy shorts, skillfully bringing me to a fast orgasm. Before I could catch my breath, he yanked my panties down and buried his tongue between my legs, paying me back for earlier in the morning.

Now, he had me on all fours, hammering into me with his long, hot cock. His fingers curled around my hips, and he rocked against my ass with a relentless rhythm. I was so close.

“Come on, baby, I can’t hold on much longer,” he urged, his voice strained with need.

I let out a howl as I began to come, my body convulsing with pleasure. Oliver pounded into me, his climax hitting hard as he spurted deep inside, filling me with his hot semen. I collapsed onto the bed, sliding off his still hard penis. The intense satisfaction made me wish we could stay home all day and make love.

“Want to shower with me?” he asked, his breath still heavy.

“I need time to recover,” I replied, my body trembling with aftershocks.

He crawled over me and pulled me against him, his warmth soothing. It was still early, and we could afford to doze for a little while longer.

“I have a gift for you,” I mumbled into the pillow.

“Your love is all I need,” he murmured, his voice soft and sincere.

“That might be true, but I still wanted to get you something,” I insisted.

I went to move, but he held me tightly, refusing to let go. “Oliver, let me go.”

“It can wait for a few minutes. I want to hold you,” he said, his voice filled with a quiet intensity.

I indulged him because it was his birthday. He kissed me several times before I tucked my head under his chin, our bodies entwined. The next time we woke, it was nearing 6:30 a.m.

“Shower with me,” Oliver mumbled.

I ran my fingers over his chest. “Can I make you breakfast?”

He stretched. “If you want to. It’s not necessary. I’d like some Eggs Benedict with a side of Canadian bacon.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Seriously? Pick something normal.”

“That is normal, I love it.”

I felt stupid. We’d been together for a few months and there was still so much we didn’t know about each other.

I bit my lip. “You never said anything.”

“You can make it for me tomorrow.”

“So, shower?” he asked.

“Will you behave?”

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