“Please fucking let me come,” she begged, flailing underneath him. “Please. Fuck, p-please.”
“No, I don’t think I will,” Oliver said, cruelly pressing the egg against her. She could hear the ragged edge to his voice, knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “I like seeing you like this. Desperate. Helpless. And I think you like it, too.”
He took the vibe away and she thrashed and writhed. His hand grabbed at her hip, stilling her as he groaned, shoving hips against her as he came.
They both were panting. He stayed inside her, holding her wrists, keeping her in a moment of stillness before he pulled back. Then he was next to her, pulling her down off her knees, stroking her hair, shushing her as she tried to catch her breath, gently working the plug from her, offering her a towel as he brushed a lock of hair behind her ear.
“You did so well,” he whispered into her hair, stroking it, wiping the sweat away from her forehead. “You did so, so well.”
She trembled, turning around and burying her face in his chest. His arms came up to hold her, to pull her into him, and they stayed there until she felt herself come down. The world came back to her slowly. She felt like she was floating somewhere, her body tense and wound up, but relaxed too, in a way she wasn’t familiar with. He murmured into her hair, and massaged her shoulders and her neck, repeating how good she’d been, how proud he was.
He waited for her to stop trembling before he asked her anything. “How are you feeling?”
“Good,” she said, her voice a little far away. “I mean, pent up. But good. Really good. Like. Jesus.”
“Oliver’s fine,” he smirked, and she rolled her eyes. “Ah, there we go. Bounced back pretty quickly, huh?”
“That was really intense. And I –” she trailed off, blushing, wondering how she could still feel so embarrassed after everything they’d just done. “I didn’t get to come.”
“I know,” he said with a little smile. “How do you feel about that?”
She looked at him a long time, taking in his hazel eyes and the turned-up corner of his mouth. Her stomach was hollow, the place between her legs throbbing gently from how he’d used her. “I think I really like it,” she breathed.
He kissed her forehead, and then her nose. “I’m glad. I really like it too.”
“Was everything okay?” He asked. “I was a little worried about the clamp.”
Erin blushed again, hiding her face in his chest, breathing in the scent of him through his shirt. “Yeah. I mean — we’d talked about everything.”
“Sure. But sometimes things that sound hot end up not being your thing.”
“I would have told you.”
“I’m glad to hear that. It’s only fun for me if it’s fun for you. Relatively speaking.”
They talked a while longer, Erin burying her face in his chest until he got up to get them some water. Then he sat on the floor with his back against the bed and pulled her head into her lap, playing with her hair and gently trailing over her temples and jaw.
“Do you want to stay here? You’re more than welcome,” he said. “I’ve just got to clean up.”
Erin stared up at him for a long, still moment. “What time is it?”
“Just after two,” he said.
“What are you up to tomorrow?” She asked.
“Not much.”
She pressed her lips together, heat rising to her face as she looked up at him. “Well, uh. I was wondering if — maybe — do you want to go again?”
“Insatiable girl,” he laughed. “You don’t feel worn out?”
She smiled, slyly. “Just disappointed. I thought you were going to break me. Unless that was the best you’ve got?”
He studied her, trailing his thumb around her lips, lost in thought. She parted them, drawing his thumb inside and biting gently, looking up at him with wide, quiet eyes. He grinned in a way that gave her butterflies, and she giggled as he flipped her over and pinned her into place.
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