I could manage nothing more useful than a desperate grunt, since he'd latched his mouth onto my nipple again, suckling and swiping his tongue over it, nipping gently, all the while cupping my other breast in his hand. He massaged it and flicked his thumb over the peak, back and forth, on and on.
"Oh God, Oliver," I moaned. My voice grew strained and more desperate while his hand and mouth drove me to the edge of bliss. "Yes, oh God, yes, Oliver, I'm about to---"
He removed his hand from my breast and pulled his mouth away from the other one. A sexy smirk tightened his mouth. "Not yet, Mara."
I writhed, fisting my hands in my pillow, the pain of not quite coming so frustrating and yet so electrifying. "I can't take any more, please. Fuck me, Oliver."
"Damn, you just had to go and say that, with your voice all hot and sexy and needy."
"You sound hot and sexy andhungry." I glanced down at his cock, hanging between our bodies, and licked my lips. "Mm, I want your dick, Oliver. It's beautiful and big, and I'm sure it tastes even better than dark chocolate filled with caramel that melts on your tongue."
"I am hungry, but not for food." He hoisted my leg up, hooking it over his shoulder, and bracketed my body with his hands on the bed. "For you, Mara. I'll lose my mind if I don't do this right away."
"Do it." I set my palms on his chest. "Now, Oliver."
He thrust into me, filling my body, and began a sure, measured rhythm of strokes. I gripped his shoulders, hanging on while he pushed inside me and withdrew, over and over, every thrust a hot, silky glide of his flesh against mine, my body molding to his rigid length while I grew slicker and more sensitive. I experienced his every movement with a powerful surge of pleasure, not quite a climax, but getting closer every second. Never had anything felt as good as this. I clutched him with my hands and my body, and he lowered onto his elbows, bending my knee even further and giving him deeper access. I couldn't stop the words that tumbled out of me---desperate, greedy, lustful, wild cries.
"Ohmygodyes, Oliver! Please, yes. I love this, I love your cock, it's incredible, I love your body too. Oh God, you're the hottest man on the planet, please don't stop, don't stop, I'm about to---oh! God! Yes!"
My release struck so fast, and with such intensity, that I couldn't scream any more stupid words. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't stop from sinking my nails into his shoulders and locking my free leg around his hip, needing him even deeper inside me while the waves of my climax thundered through me, shredding my self-control.
He came inside me while my body was still gripping him. I felt the pulsating rhythm of his release, even while I spiraled down from the heights of pleasure, dazed and beyond satisfied.
The mattress bounced, and I realized he'd collapsed onto it beside me. I had my eyes squeezed shut, tears trickling down my cheeks.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked, his tender voice close to my ear.
I shook my head, unable to do anything more.
"Can you open your eyes?" he asked, his tone becoming slightly amused. "I know I'm good, but I didn't think I was good enough to leave a girl paralyzed. Not sure that would be a good thing."
Pulling in a deep breath, I let it out gradually and forced my lids to open. My heart still pounded, but I managed to smile, as much as anyone could while stunned by the most amazing sex ever.
Lying on his side, he brushed sweat-dampened hair away from my cheek. "You are gorgeous when you come, especially the way you just did, like it was the first time and a sex bomb went off inside you."
"I think it did." I rolled onto my side, snuggling up to him, my head tucked under his chin. His skin was damp, and he smelled like sweat, but I loved it. "I said a bunch of stupid things a minute ago. Sorry."
"Don't be. I loved all the goofy things you screamed, especially the part about how I'm the hottest guy on the planet."
"What about when I said I love your incredible cock?"
"That was awesome too." He kissed the top of my head. "Everything you said got me going even more. I've never fucked a woman like the world was about to explode and it was my last chance to have sex. But damn, Mara, you made me that hot."
I looped an arm around him, skating my hand up and down his back. "Why don't you have a girlfriend? You're amazing."
"We met yesterday, so I'm not sure you have the info to make that announcement yet. But I appreciate." He sighed into my hair, his hands wandering over my body. "Truth is, I'm not that popular with girls. You wouldn't believe how many of them dump my ass by saying, 'You're like my gay best friend.' I mean, what the fuck? That's not what they screamed the night before."
Lifting my head, I gazed into his amber eyes. "I will never, ever call you my gay best friend."
His lips quirked into a crooked smile. "Thanks."
I studied him for a moment until I worked up the courage to ask. "What did those insanely stupid girls scream the night before?"
"Kind of what you did, but they weren't as good at it."
I was better than those silly girls. Maybe it was weird, but hearing him say that made me feel even better than I already did. My body had become deliciously relaxed, still warmed by our fantastic sex. I cuddled up to him again, but my tummy was starting to rumble.
"Hungry?" he asked.