Page 4 of When We Were Us

"You will when we go on our honeymoon."

I raised an eyebrow, a playful challenge in my voice. "I don't know how long you'll last."

"Longer than you with your social media posting. I see your Instagram and Facebook posts."

I chuckled, rolling my eyes. "I can survive without internet or anything else as long as I have your full attention."

"You will," he said softly, his voice sincere. "I'll give you my undivided attention."

I turned on my side, watching as Oliver removed his white t-shirt and black pajama pants, slipping into bed naked. He pulled me against him, wrapping his arms around me.

"I love you, Ryleigh. So much that I would give my life for you."

I placed a hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. "I don't want that. I want you in my life."

"I'm just telling you how much you mean to me."

"And I'm telling you that I don't want to live without Oliver Fox in my life."

Oliver moved the hair away from my neck and tenderly kissed my skin, pressing his nose to me and inhaling deeply.

"You smell so good."

I smiled, feeling warmth spread through me. "So do you."

"Hush. I'm talking about you now."

He bit gently into the junction between my neck and shoulder, sucking the flesh into his mouth. His hand cupped my breast, the pad of his thumb brushing over my already peaked nipple. A dull throb of desire pulsed between my legs as my core clenched with need. His cock was hot and hard against my ass.

"You're so sexy," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "I could make love to you forever."

I laughed softly, feeling the heat between us. "I'll settle for now."

With a swift, gentle motion, Oliver moved away from me, pulling me onto my back and pushing the sheet off us. The anticipation built as he positioned himself between my legs, spreading them open with deliberate care. His fingers spread me, his thumb slicking through my wetness before slipping inside me.

A swipe of his tongue against my clit sent shivers up my spine. Another and another had me writhing on the bed, my body arching towards him. Oliver removed his thumb and curled his arms around my thighs, holding me down with his strong hands. He teased me with the tip of his tongue, flicking my swollen bud with maddening precision.

"I need to come," I begged, my fists clenching the sheet in desperation.

"Be patient," he murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"I can't. I'm dying," I whimpered, my body trembling with need.

Oliver chuckled softly, his breath warm against my skin as he assaulted my clit with his tongue. "You're not dying. I want this to last. You taste so good."

He pulled back, his teeth grazing my inner thighs before planting gentle kisses where his teeth had been. It was maddening, the way he built me up only to leave me hanging, but it wasn't unfamiliar. Oliver brought me to the edge and left me hanging twice more before finally letting me come.

The orgasm hit me hard, my belly clenching so tightly it hurt. I moaned his name, my voice raw with pleasure, as he licked through my release, only letting go when I went limp on the bed, completely spent.

"How was that?" Oliver asked, his voice a low rumble.

I didn’t answer immediately, throwing my arm over my eyes as my chest heaved.

"Ryleigh," he prompted.

"It was wonderful," I finally replied, my voice breathless.

"Are you okay?" His concern was evident.

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