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"I know you do, but I'm in no condition for sex right now," I replied, feeling exhausted.
He frowned. "I'm not asking for sex."
"Then stop playing with my breasts," I said, gently pushing his hand away.
Oliver withdrew and caressed my stomach instead. "Are you packing tomorrow?"
"What time are we leaving?" I asked, shifting slightly to get more comfortable.
"I'd say 8. You can sleep on the plane if you're tired."
`"I won't be if you leave me alone," I joked, though a hint of seriousness lingered in my tone.
"Don't blame me for our nocturnal activities. I seem to remember you starting it last night when I was ready for bed," he teased.
"Aww, poor baby," I teased back, earning a playful glare from him.
"Just for that, we aren't having sex tonight," he declared, though I could see the hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
"You're putting your foot down?" I raised an eyebrow, amused by his sudden resolve.
"I am," he affirmed, crossing his arms.
"That doesn’t mean I have to listen. Even Finley knows I'm stubborn," I countered, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips.
"You're difficult, but I can melt you," he said confidently, leaning in to kiss my cheek.
"At least I'll get a good sleep tonight," I quipped, snuggling closer to him.
“Oh God, I thought you said no sex tonight,” I panted.
“I lied,” Oliver said, before thrusting into me again. I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him closer. I was trying to hold on because it felt so good, but each time he hit that spot deep inside me, I wanted to explode. I rippled around him before I shattered into a million pieces, my chest heaving and heart pounding.
Oliver kept moving and it amazed me his staying power. I shuddered as he grazed the root of his cock against my ultrasensitive clit, and he stopped moving to let me rest.
“You can continue,” I panted.
He ground his teeth. “If I continue, I’ll come.”
“That’s the point.”
“No, the point is for me to make you come.”
“And I have.”
He kissed my neck and bit into my earlobe. “I want more. I love to feel you come on my cock.”
I reached up to push a lock of hair from his sweaty forehead. “I think I’m way ahead of you in the orgasm department. You’ve given me so many.”
“I’m not keeping count.”
He lifted himself off me and pulled out. His penis glistening with my juices.
“On your knees,” he commanded.
“I don’t have the strength.”
Oliver flipped me over onto my stomach, slipped a pillow under my hips then laid on top of me, thrusting his cock inside my slick channel. He sandwiched me to the bed as he fucked me. With each stroke, my clit rubbed against the soft fabric of the pillowcase causing delicious waves of electricity to course through me.
