“Told you I had a surprise,” he teases lightly in between gentle kisses.
We squirm higher up onto the bed, Oliver peeling out of his shirt and pants, giving me time to breathe as he climbs into the bed with me, kissing my lips again before kissing down my neck to my breasts. His talented mouth is put to good use as he licks and teases my nipples, not too hard, not too soft while I stroke his hair and feel his skin under my fingertips. He strokes me with his hands, his fingertips running over my hip and down my thigh to my knee before he kisses back up, nibbling on my neck.
“Mmm,” I sigh warmly as I pull his head back to kiss him on the lips. Our lips meet again and caress each other until I urge him onto his back. He lies back, sliding an arm behind his head as he looks at me with an amused grin.
“I see you’re recovered.”
“Now it’s my turn to show you my special skills,” I tease, reaching for his underpants before stopping. “Wait . . . condom?”
“In the nightstand,” he says, chuckling. “I kinda prepared.”
I reach over, laughing quietly as I find a pack of condoms and lube, setting them next to him on the pillow before scratching my nails down his chest and lightly kissing his lips as I reach for his boxers again. “Now, let’s see . . .”
My words die on my lips as I reach into his boxers and pull out his cock. His cock is perfect. Long, thick, and with a head that is flared just right. My mouth goes dry as I think of how good he’s going to feel inside me. “Give it a kiss. It won’t bite,” Oliver teases. “Unless you’re afraid?”
Oh, you won’t get that out of me, I think with a light growl as I kiss down his body, biting his nipples just a bit harder than needed as I slide down his body to his cock, looking him in the eye. I kiss the head before licking, dragging my tongue over the silky soft flesh as I work my way down to his perfect, egg-shaped balls, sucking them into my mouth before blowing on them lightly and kissing my way back up, sucking just the tip of his cock into my mouth before holding my hand out.
“Tease,” Oliver complains lightly, but he hands me the condom. Using just my mouth, I roll it down his cock, swallowing most of him as I get the condom down as far as it will go before pulling out and grinning.
“I’m planning on your taking it out on me,” I retort as I lie on my back again, lifting a leg. “That is, if you can.”
“Oh, Princess, you have no idea,” Oliver growls. Straddling my left leg, he holds my right leg up as he positions himself, the tip of his cock just starting to stretch me open. “You ready?”
There’s something in his words that reassures me, and I nod, smiling more gently than I thought I would. Oliver reaches up and takes my hand, pushing forward. His thick cock spreads me open, and it’s so good that I moan from deep in my chest. “Fuck . . .”
Oliver slides all the way in, my pussy clenching and squeezing as I adjust to him. He’s amazing, swirling his hips as he stretches me open and setting my body on fire. He reaches up with his left hand, squeezing and massaging my breasts as he starts to pump in and out of me slowly, taking his time relishing my body. “Mmm, you are good.”
“So are you,” I gasp as he pinches my right nipple. “Hard, Oliver. Please?”
“You only have to ask,” he says with a light laugh, his hips speeding up. His cock reaches deep into me with every powerful thrust, and I can hear the headboard start to bang against the wall. I’m too lost in this overload of pleasure to care, though. I just hope Roxy and the rest the family can’t hear it as Oliver starts fucking me harder and harder.
His hips smack into mine as he holds my thigh against his chest, pounding me hard, sweat springing out on my forehead. It feels so intense, my body is lit on fire. I’m groaning again uncontrollably, turning my head to bury my face in the pillow to try and stifle the moans when Oliver pinches my nipples again.
“Uh-uh, Princess.” He grunts as his cock slams in and out of my pussy. “Look at me.”
I turn my head to look into his eyes as he speeds up, the sweat glistening on his skin like diamonds as he hammers me, wiggling his hips back and forth with every thrust and lighting every nerve inside me on fire. I’m being swept away again, but I want to feel one more thing. “Oliver . . .”
“Now!” he moans, and the single word triggers my second orgasm, my body shaking as my pussy squeezes him tightly. I feel his cock swell and the throbbing pulse of his coming, Oliver’s eyes rolling up as he grinds into me, the condom catching it all. A whisper in my mind says I don’t want the condom, but it’s soon overwhelmed by the intense feeling of my orgasm, and I collapse into the bed senselessly.
I feel Oliver pull out, and then the sound of him getting out of bed to take the condom off. I lie there with my eyes closed until he comes back with a warm, slightly damp washcloth, cleaning up my body. “You awake still?”
“I’m surprised you didn't fuck me to unconsciousness,” I whisper in reply as I lie on my back, watching as Oliver carefully wipes down my body before running the cloth between my legs. “Where’s the condom?”
“Chucked it in the trash,” he says, jerking his head. “Didn’t want to risk clogging the drain.”
I nod, still gathering my wits as he goes back to the bathroom before coming back and sliding into bed, wrestling the sheets until I’m spooned with him, sighing happily. “You’re pretty damn amazing.”
“You too,” Oliver says, kissing the back of my neck before yawning. “Listen, about this . . .”
“Friends. With benefits,” I say, taking his hand and placing it on my chest. “No more fighting, okay? Let’s just have fun and enjoy the week?”
“I can do that,” Oliver says, but I hear something in his voice, or maybe it’s just that annoying whisper in my own head again that says after what just happened, maybe being just friends isn’t the best idea.
Either way, I yawn again and chuckle when Oliver echoes me, kissing the back of my neck once more. “Goodnight, Oliver.”
“Goodnight, Princess Mindy.”
I wake up to what seems like a dream. My body is spent, but in a way that feels amazing. Turning over, I see Oliver, his left arm tucked behind his head and his glorious body stretched out, his eyes fluttering behind his eyelids. “Wake up.”
Oliver smiles lightly but doesn’t open his eyes.
“Rise and shine, sweetie,” I whisper playfully, running my fingers over his chiseled abs to slide underneath the sheet. I find the thick tube of his cock and stroke it with my fingers, wrapping my hand around it and stroking him.
He grows hard quickly, and I hear him chuckle. “Rise and shine for sure.”
I look up to see his beautiful eyes taking me in, and I snuggle closer, kissing him. A single soft kiss quickly turns into a deeper one, and Oliver pulls me close, finding my ass and squeezing it in his powerful hands.
“One more before we shower?” Oliver urges, and I pull back, letting go of his cock. “Why?”
“We have breakfast,” I say regretfully. “We don’t have time for this. You know how Mom is.”
“Bullshit,” Oliver teases. “You know you want it.”
I moan as he pulls me back in for another kiss, and I have to force myself to pull away again. “Don’t tempt me. I want to feel that cock of yours inside me again. But we don’t have time.”
“You sure?”
“No,” I say, laughing slightly. “Trust me, if we had another half hour . . . but it’ll give me something to look forward to later.”
He gives me a warm smile, then nods. “Later.”
I stretch, knowing my body’s on display for him but enjoying the way he takes me in. I'm about to go to the bathroom to take my shower when I notice Bertha lying over in the corner.
“Bertha, dear, are you okay?” I ask, worried.
Instead of popping up and being her normal hyperactive self, she just lies there, looking dejected. “Hey, I think something's wrong with Bertha.”