He left me with nothing and I left him with a vision that will fester in his mind until he wakes up and sees what everyone before him has seen—too much to bear. I know that moment was real, but that moment has drifted away and I fear we can never get it back.
Locking the door behind me, I wipe my eyes. The room feels cold, bare, and lonely. Alex is gone, but I wish she were here. I need someone’s arms, anyone’s arms.
A pounding against the door startles me. My heart surges against my chest as the rest of my body stills against the door. I inch it open to see Oliver.
He’s here!
He holds my purse up, letting it dangle from his finger.
Oh, I just forgot my purse.
“Um, thanks.” I try to grab it without completely opening the door. He has his own problems; I don’t need to be one of them.
He pulls it away as I try to grab it.
“Vivian?”
“Hmm?”
“Open the door.”
I wipe my eyes and open the door with a defeated sigh. Oliver tosses my purse on the floor and frames my face in his hands. My brain wants to protest his touch, but my body can’t. Fragile blue eyes steal my breath so I surrender my words, leaving them for another time. Right now I take him in: disheveled copper-blond hair that usually has order, his strong angular jaw with a soft stubble shadow below prominent cheek bones, and faded crimson lips that I can’t stop craving. Oliver is beautifully handsome.
He shakes his head, relinquishing a sad smile as he wipes the moisture away from my cheeks. “Vivian, I told you, no take backs.”
Oliver kisses me and the earth stops moving beneath my feet, as if our lips meeting trumps anything else the over seven billion other people in the world are doing at this exact moment. Time just … stops.
Somewhere between now and forever, he carries me up the stairs bumping our bodies from one wall to the next as I refuse to let go of his lips.
“This one,” I murmur into his kiss as we start to pass my room.
He kicks the door shut setting me on my feet. Brushing my fingertips over my bruised lips, I grin. Oliver raises a brow, staring at my bed.
“A twin bed?”
I nod, then he nods. “O–kay.” He pulls down the covers and tosses my pillow on the floor.
He has some real pillow issues.
“I’ve had a shitty day … until you.” He unbuttons my shirt. “With you…” he pushes my shirt off my shoulders and unfastens my bra “…everything’s better.”
My body trembles and I hate that my nerves are so obvious. Oliver kisses me. It’s the only part of our bodies that touch. Our tongues tease and our lips caress. My eyes fight to stay open as he trails his lips and tongue along my neck and down my chest, stopping between my breasts, lingering right over my heart. Each blink is heavier than the one before, but I don’t want to miss one second of this. Every look we share is filled with a million wordless emotions.
He pulls down my skirt and looks up at me with a tiny grin as if he just remembered I’m not wearing any panties. I shrug and smile.
Standing, he backs me to the bed until I sit. Lying back, I pull my feet up on the bed and part my shaky knees while he shrugs off his shirt.
Stick, pinch, burn, stick, pinch, burn.
My chest rises and falls in rapid succession.
Stick, pinch, burn, stick, pinch, burn.
Oliver unfastens his jeans and pushes them down leaving on his boxer briefs. He’s turned on. Oh. My. God! He’s turned on by me. I look at him and he grins. He’s watching me stare at his tented briefs.
Sucking in a deep breath, I swallow hard and squeeze my eyes tight while my hands grip the sheets.
Stick, pinch, burn, stick, pinch, burn.
“Don’t worry about me, I can take it. You don’t need to hold back, just … do it!” I clench my teeth together and fight to keep my legs spread for him.
I wait.
And wait.
Nothing.
Peeking one eye open, I see Oliver standing before me with his briefs still on. His brows knit together and he smiles, releasing a soft chuckle. He kneels on the bed between my legs and grabs my right foot. Bringing it to his mouth, he kisses the pad of my big toe and then my arch, keeping his eyes on mine.
My fingers relax their death grip on the sheets. His lips and tongue ignite a blazing fire along my skin as he works his way up my leg. About three inches beyond my knee, he brushes his tongue against my inner thigh and makes a slow move to continue up my leg.
I snap my legs together against his head like a vice, preventing him from going any farther.
“Vivian? What are you doing?” His voice muffles against my leg.
“What are you doing? Whe–where are you going?”
He grips my knees and pries my legs open, releasing his head. “I’m preparing you.”
I swallow. “For what?”
“For me.”
“Oh … um … uh …”
He takes my hand and guides it between my legs until I’m covering myself. His lips press against the back of my hand, kissing my knuckles and each one of my fingers. Then his tongue repeats the same pattern and my hand twitches. My pulse takes flight and my mouth falls open as my breathing becomes heavy. I curl my fingers and touch myself. Oliver slides his tongue between my wet fingers and grazes my sensitive flesh. He sucks my finger into his mouth and as I pull it from his mouth, I slide it up my belly and relax my legs exposing all of myself to him.
“Ahh!” I cry, jerking my hips off the bed when his mouth covers me.
He doesn’t stop and it’s embarrassing how quickly I’m seeing stars. “Ol–Oliver … stop … I’m … I’m going to—” I grab his hair and fist it so hard I’m pretty sure he groans, but he doesn’t stop his relentless assault.
“Oh God! Oh God! Oh … Oliver!” I yell, thrashing my head from side to side as my orgasm sucks the life out of me in thundering waves.
There’s not a tense muscle left in my body. In fact, I feel like I could pass out from exhaustion. Oliver kisses his way up my abdomen to my breasts and hums as his mouth closes over my nipple. Releasing it, he sits up and removes his boxer briefs then goes right back to my other breast.
“Did you like that?” he asks while working his way up my neck.
“Yes.” I start to find my breath. “Ung!” I cry as his mouth takes mine and he pushes into me with one hard thrust.
Stick, pinch, buurrrnn! Goodbye, virginity.
Oliver stills while his tongue invades my mouth. My fingers dig into his firm butt muscles, then he starts to move—slow at first. His mouth never leaves my body; it’s on my lips, neck, ear, and breasts, distracting me from the torpedo invasion down below.
I don’t really have anything to compare him to except books and movies, but Oliver is not very vocal during sex. He must think I’m a real screamer. Then there is my twin bed that I’ve had since I was six, the frame on it squeaks and squawks like a rusty wagon being pulled along a cobblestone road. I’m so grateful that Alex is not home to hear the symphony of Vivian and her childhood bed getting seriously nailed by the hottest guy to ever walk the planet.
“Ouch!” I yell.
Oliver distracts my thoughts as he stills deep inside me and bites my nipple a little harder than necessary. I glare down at him and he smiles with my nipple still between his teeth and sweat beading along his brow.
“Sadist, huh?”
He releases my nipple and kisses it shaking his head. “Not hardly.”
Easing off me, he inches out and I can’t hide the slight grimace on my face. His mirrors mine. “Sorry.”