I tugged at his boxers and he chuckled.

“Take these off,” I demanded when I couldn’t reach my arms farther down his legs.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, pulling off his boxers and letting his full length spring free.

“And these.” I pulled at my own pants before he grabbed the waistband and tugged. His biceps bulged as he ripped off my leggings in one quick motion. Now he hovered above me, both of us completely naked.

My core pulsed with need as I took in Oliver balancing above me.

“You sure about this?” he asked, his tone serious.

I traced one of his pecs, relishing the pure bliss of the moment. Nothing could beat this—the way my body hummed in the anticipation of our first time.

Oliver had been right. This did feel heavy.

“Oliver, I have wanted you to jump my bones since basically the first time I met you,” I whispered.

He kissed my forehead before leaning up and reaching for something on his bedside table.

His fingers moved back to my slick center and he slipped his fingers in again, priming me for him. With his teeth, he ripped open a condom and rolled it over his length with his other hand.

He moved back above me.

He wasn’t even inside me yet, and I was already consumed by him. His scent. His being. His everything. It had never been like this for me. Eagerly, I guided him to my entrance, treasuring every millisecond before I finally got to feel him move inside me. His tip slowly pressed into me, easing in inch by inch until he was inside me completely. My body welcomed him. Everything inside me went off like an explosion. He let out a raw, guttural moan the first time he rocked back and forth. My hips met his and the timing was delicious.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he grunted as he slowly moved in and out of me, almost teasing me with his cock.

I met his movements with more desperation, forcing him to pick up his tempo.

The mixture of him inside me and my clit rubbing against his base had my impending orgasm flowering quickly. Maybe I should have been trying to savor this, but I couldn’t stop. Instead, I arched my body up, increasing the friction between us.

He kissed me deeply, as if he was trying to burrow inside of me. I couldn’t focus on one thing. The building pressure as he moved inside me. How passionate his kisses were. How my heart was about to beat out of my chest. I’d never felt this alive. Not ever. Oliver was bringing me to life when I hadn’t even realized I was dead.

He thrust, deeper than I thought possible. I moaned loudly as my nails dug into his back. We were both chasing relief.

“I don’t want to come too soon,” he said breathlessly, stealing a kiss, but not slowing his movements.

“I’m right there too,” I barely managed to pant out.