I feel dizzy, especially when her little gasp grants me entrance to her mouth. My tongue forges forward like a ruthless invader, conquering each corner of her sweetness with every swoop of my tongue. I find her tongue and tangle mine with hers. My balls feel heavier than they’ve ever felt. My cock is so hard it could bust through concrete. Every nerve ending in my body is crackling.
I feel like I’ve taken a hit of heroin. I’m euphoric, buzzing on Olivia.
And while I’d love nothing more than to make her mine right this instance, especially when she melts against me, she pulls back the tiniest bit too, showing her reluctance.
She desires me, but she’s still not all the way there yet. She’s going to need time to get used to everything, so as much as it pains me to do so, I force myself to stop kissing her.
I can’t stop touching her, though. I stroke my hands over her cheeks and through her long tresses. She closes her eyes and leans into my touch. I bet she doesn’t even realize what she’s doing. She’s practically purring for me.
My throat gets tight with an unfamiliar wash of emotion.
Fuck, this girl. She’s everything. I already knew I was obsessed, but with this one kiss, my obsession has gotten a million times worse.
I feel Olivia trembling in my hold as I lower her to the bed and settle myself next to her.
She seems surprised when I turn her so that she’s facing away from me and pull her back against me to spoon with her.
“Ajax,” she whispers my name, the confusion and uncertainty clear in her voice.
I shush her for now. “Go to sleep, Olivia.”
She stiffens in my hold like she resents being told what to do. She tries to turn in my arms, but I tighten my hold around her when the motion causes her ass to press more firmly against me.
She stills as she no doubt feels me and realizes the situation she’s in. I can feel her heart beating a mile a minute, so I set her fears at ease by repeating, “Sleep, Olivia. We’ll talk more in the morning.”
I’m half relieved and half disappointed when she obeys me.
I lay there for a long time after my angel has slipped into sleep in my arms, looking down at her with a sense of contentment like I’ve never known before.
My Olivia.