Oliver
Christ.
I moved my gaze up and down her body, looking at her exposed chest, her curves, her lush, flawless dark skin. Although I’d seen her before, felt her… been inside her, it felt like I was experiencing this for the first time all over again.
Adele was all woman, feminine, beautifully curved in the right places, with a waist that was wide enough for me to hold onto when I was making her feel good. I loved that about her, loved that she was made to take the kind of pleasure I wanted to give her.
“God, Adele.” I ran a hand over my mouth, the sound of my palm moving over the stubble on my cheeks seeming overly loud. “Your body is so fucking gorgeous.” I hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but here we were, the sounds and words leaving me like I was feral.
I was right in front of her again, unable to control myself. I framed her face with my hands, tilting her head to the side and kissing her until she was moaning and had her hands latched onto my biceps.
I licked and sucked at her lips, so addicted to her I couldn’t stop myself, couldn’t control myself. I drew her tongue into my mouth and then ground my erection into her bare belly. It was like I did all those things simultaneously, like my body had a mind of its own. I deepened the kiss, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me in closer, as if she needed our bodies melded together. I was more than happy to give her whatever she wanted.
Fuck, I was going to take her, make her mine, and nothing would stop me from claiming the woman I loved.
9
Adele
I wanted to be in the bed, with Oliver above me so I could feel the weight of his muscles pressing down on me, feel the masculinity pouring from him and surrounding me.
I broke away from him and whispered, “I want you, Oliver.” I was wet, my pussy clenching, needing his cock inside me, wanting to feel that stretch and burn so badly, so deeply.
But Oliver must have known what I wanted, or maybe he wanted the same thing—a bed, both of us in it—because he took my hand and led me down the shor
t hallway to my room. He walked us in and shut the door with his foot, and in the next second he had me pressed against the wall and started kissing me again.
“Adele,” he groaned, “I can’t keep my hands off you, not even long enough to get you to the bed.” He breathed out against my lips.
He slid his tongue along mine. God, he made me feel so good, and he wasn’t even fucking me yet.
He broke the kiss and started dragging his lips up and down my throat, murmuring these erotic, filthy words against my skin. “I just want to fuck you so hard and thoroughly all you can feel when you sit down is that twinge of discomfort, because my cock was pounding into you the night before.”
I gasped from my arousal and because of his dirty words.
He started sucking at the base of my throat, and I let my head fall back against the wall, hearing it thump from the contact.
“When I saw you in the hallway at the bar, I wanted to ravish you right then and there,” he said on a shaky, deep breath. “But it wasn’t just about having my dick deep inside you, Adele.” He nipped at my throat. “It’s about having you in my life forever, about finally finding you again and wanting to mark you, claim you.”
“Oliver,” I said his name softly, whispered it, because honestly that was all I could do at the moment. My throat was tight, dry, my arousal so encompassing I felt lightheaded from it.
“Say it, baby. Tell me what you want, Adele.”
I loved the way he said my name, all husky and full of unrestrained desire. It had me becoming impossibly wetter.
“Tell me what you want.” He pressed his erection against my belly, and I moaned low in my throat. God, I wanted this so badly, wanted him so badly. I knew from experience his dick was massive, huge. I wanted him in me again.
I swore I felt his cock jerk, or maybe that was my imagination running wild, thinking the monster he had between his thighs was about to be buried inside me again.
I wanted him as naked as I was.
In the next few seconds, Oliver was moving a step back from me and tearing off his clothes.
I watched as his hard, defined chest came into view. He had a light sprinkling of dark hair that was on his upper chest, right across his pectoral muscles, and another small patch below his navel. That dark hair trailed down and disappeared beneath his jeans.
When he started going for the button of his jeans, all common sense left me. The room grew still, the air thick, hot. He unzipped his pants, his focus on me, and the sound of that zipper seeming so loud it was like it echoed off the walls. I could hear my pulse in my ears, a steady thump, thump, thump that was increasing in pace as the seconds ticked by.
Oliver was back in front of me, his massive cock digging into my belly, the feel of his pre-cum-slicked tip rubbing along my skin.