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“Still sure?” he asks against my lips.
“Very.”
“Thank fuck,” he sighs as his free hand moves between us and his long, callused fingers find my wet center. “Fuck, you’re so ready to take my cock, aren’t you?”
I whimper as I straddle him more, then reach for the condom on the nightstand. Ollie lifts his hips to help, his hands resting on my thighs while I roll it into place. I glance at his face and his admiring gaze makes me feel both wanted and safe.
“Come closer,” he says.
His fingers trace along my back while I settle against him, our chests brushing. “I’ve never been on top before,” I admit.
“First time for everything.” His hands slide along my hips, not pushing or guiding, just resting there like he’s giving me the space to decide. “You don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”
“I want to. I’m just figuring it out.”
“Take all the time you need.”
I shift, settling more comfortably above him, and the small movement pulls a soft groan out of both of us.
“See? You’re doing great,” he comments.
Boldened by his encouragement, I bring his cock to my opening and lower myself, feeling the thick, long length filling me. Ollie moans and the sound alone urges me on. I go as low as I can and stop, letting my body adjust to his size. He brings his thumb to my clit and rubs it, bringing another jolt of pleasure to my system.
Moving my hips carefully at first, I find a rhythm, learning what feels right. Ollie’s other hand slides to my breast and he massages it. The touch combined with him playing with my clit sends little shockwaves through my body, the pressure building low inside me.
The friction is the perfect balance of intensity and pleasure, making my breath catch. I pick up my pace and chase the sensation. Ollie watches me, his eyes darkened and fixed on mine, and that pushes me closer to the edge. My thighs start to tremble, every muscle screaming for release.
And then I shatter. My body clenches around Ollie’s cock, bringing more groans from his lips. His own release follows soon after, hot cum filling the condom. One day, I hope it’ll fill me instead.
We stay connected, both of us breathing hard. His hands slide up my back, holding me close as the last tremors of pleasure fade. I can feel his heart racing beneath my palm as it matches the rhythm of my own.
“You're amazing,” he whispers, his voice filled with emotion and satisfaction. “So damn amazing.”
Leaning down to kiss him, I pour everything I feel into the connection—gratitude, love, wonder at how safe he makes me feel. When we part, his eyes are soft and full of affection.
“So are you,” I murmur before easing off him, his still half-hard cock slipping out of me. Ollie grabs a tissue from the nightstand and quickly takes care of the condom. By the time he’s done, he pulls me against his chest and tugs the covers up, wrapping us in the warmth.
“You can do that anytime you like,” he says coyly.
I chuckle, still basking in the afterglow. My fingers trace lazy circles over his chest while I listen to the steady beat of his heart beneath my cheek. “I love you so much.”
His arm tightens around me a little. “Same,” he says, pressing a kiss into my hair. “I never thought I’d find a love like ours.”
I tilt my head to look up at him. “You deserve it.”
“So do you.”
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PEYTON
TWO WEEKS LATER
Iglance across the shop waiting area as Ollie wrestles Tilly into the stroller. She's recently discovered that sitting still is vastly overrated, arching her back dramatically every time he fastens another buckle.
“You're making this much harder than it needs to be, Tills,” he says with exaggerated seriousness.
She rewards him with a delighted squeal like it’s a game before chewing on one of the straps. I can't help but laugh. “You know she thinks she's winning.”
