Chapter 28

twenty-eight

Olympia

When Tav sets me down on my feet in his room, his big hands roaming up the bare length of my arms, I shiver a shiver that moves through my whole body. The violence of it is entirely owed to the fact I’m nervous. So, so nervous.

Instinctively, I suspect that tonight is the night.

Am I ready for this?

Of course, I’m ready for this. I’m turning twenty in no time at all, and I’m about to lose my virginity to the man I’ve been madly in love with for forever. How can I not be ready?

But what about all that water under our bridge?

“You said the water under our bridge is murky and toxic.”

Something sad moves through his eyes. “It is.”

Tension spreads from my core into all of me. Hurt, raw and impossible to defeat, follows in its wake. “Oh.”

“Gonna take some work for us to flush out the toxins.” His hands come to either side of my neck, and he holds me tenderly as his eyes search mine. “We’re gonna have to pluck out the weeds, but baby, we’ll have clean water under our bridge if it’s the last thing I do.”

God, I do love him.

And maybe, just maybe, this fantasy I’ve suddenly fallen into is real.

“Tav,” I breathe his name like a prayer. “Make me yours.”

A low sound rumbles in his chest. “You’re already mine.”

“Then show me,” I challenge, loving the flash of need I see in his dark gaze as he drinks me in, in the moment before he devours my lips in a kiss that invades all the hesitant parts of me, claiming them until there is only security and sureness in their place.

I’m in love—and he loves me in return. I can feel it. No matter what came before, none of it matters, not really, because try as he tried to fight it—the pull of us—he failed. This is real, and all that matters now is what comes next.

With a confidence that shocks even me, I reach up to the zipper of my dress and tug it down. When it falls to the floor, leaving me in only my underwear, the heat in Tav’s eyes threatens to incinerate me. When he wets his lips, my core clenches. I lift my hands to unsnap the clasp of my bra, and he sucks air in through his teeth. When his eyes drop the length of me, tracking the lacy panties as I lower them down the length of my legs, wet pools at my core. I’m entirely naked and entirely at his mercy. He can’t miss the fact that I’m offering myself, all of me, body, heart, and soul, to him.

My eyes beg him to cherish that offering. And he answers in a silent vow that he will as he lowers to his knees before me, gripping my hips in gentle hands as he leans in to press a kiss to my navel. His kisses travel south until he’s pressing his mouth to the most sensitive part of me. His tongue slips between my lips to slide against my aching clit, and I groan as my head falls back, my knees suddenly so weak. Tav shoves a palm into my belly, and I fall flat against the bed, my body bouncing once, legs hanging over the side. I don’t even have a moment to orient myself, to push my body fully on the bed before he’s latched back onto my pussy, his mouth sucking my clit hard enough to make me see stars.

My hand comes to the top of his head, my fingers running through short, rough hair as I struggle to find purchase—anything to ground me.

I feel like I’m spiraling out of control.

“Spread your legs wider for me, beautiful.”

Oh, God.Before I can do as he commands, Tav’s big hands shove at my inner thighs, spreading me. His tongue dips inside me and I lose control as he presses the pad of his thumb into the bundle of nerves that are way too sensitive.

I’m going to fall apart. He’s going to break me. Shatter me.

Reassemble me with kisses…

He holds me open to him even as I begin to fight the pleasure as it overtakes my body. It claims me in such a way, I feel tender and on the brink of pain. When tongue and finger trade places, and he strokes inside me as he sucks hard on my clit, teeth scraping the sensitive flesh, I see white.

Pleasure coils tight within my body before it bursts from within me in a violent, all-consuming, eruption.

My limbs fall to the bed, my body spent as I struggle to pull in full breaths through the wild racing of my heart. God, this man.

His hands slide under my body, and he lifts me higher onto the bed, positioning me in the center, my head on a pillow. He’s still fully clothed as he stares down at me, a look of wonder in his eyes. If I were in this position with any other man, there’s no doubt I’d be overcome with discomfort. I’d feel vulnerable and exposed. But with Tav, I just feel—beautiful. Seen. Needed. Desired.

Loved.

Emotion needles in my chest and I watch as that emotion expands as he reaches up behind him, and in a move hotter than Hades, he tugs his shirt over his head. The muscles in his chest ripple deliciously as his hands lower to his belt, and he looses the buckle in a slow, delicious, move. He pops the button, dropping the zipper, and pushes out of his jeans.

When he’s standing only in his briefs, he palms his length again—reminding me of how he’d looked only this morning in the shower as he made himself come—after making me come.

Oh, God.

My belly tightens again, seemingly forgetting that he just made me come.

“You’re beautiful, Olympia.” A blush flushes not just my cheeks, but my body as he hooks his thumbs into the band of his briefs, shoving them down and exposing all of him to me.

He’s so big.

Crawling over me, Tav murmurs, “It’s not just your body that’s beautiful. Your mind is exquisite.” He kisses my collar bone. “Your voice is a melody.” Another kiss in the hollow of my throat. “Your mind is a dream.” He kisses my jaw. “Your body is paradise.”

Finally, he takes my mouth.

I kiss him hard, pushing all the emotion I feel inside me into this kiss. And I feel a lot. Any moment, and I might just burst from all the feelings.

Tav lowers his body to mine, the length of him sliding against my core where I’ve felt no man before like this, and I shudder. His velvet length feels so good against me as he rocks his hips, stroking me with his cock, building me up to a crescendo of need and painful desire that has me whimpering, “Please.”

He makes a noise deep in his throat. A hum of pleasure at my plea. “We do this, we never go back.”

His words in my ear demand a vow I’ll never break. A promise to be his until the end.

I make it happily. “I’m yours.”

The pleasure in his eyes as he stares down at me is beautiful and captivating. This moment is everything my girlish mind hoped it would be as he lines his tip with my entrance and promises, “I’ll be gentle.”

My breath glitches as he pushes in, my body tensing in preparation for pain. He’s so big, and I’m so stretched. One hand holds my hip as the other braces his weight on the bed. He sinks another inch, and a noise escapes me. I feel so full, and he’s not even close to in.

Breaths rush in and out. My skin is flushed. My core is aching. My body wants to suck him deeper and shove him away at once. I’m at war with myself, but thankfully need wins as I grip his shoulders and angle my hips, taking him deeper.

“Fuck,” Tav grits, and with one thrust, he roots himself home.

I cry out as my body curls in on itself, my face burrowing into his shoulder, teeth finding his skin at the pinch of pain. He doesn’t move as my body stretches, growing accustomed to his invasion. Only when I suck in breath and plead, “Please,” does he pull back and thrust in again slow.

The pain is still there, an uncomfortable burn, as he pulls back to slide in. Again, and again. And, finally, when the pain transforms to something decadent, something wonderful, something with a pressure I desperately need eased, I beg, “More. Give me more.”

“Christ,” he grunts. And then he gives me more.

Releasing my hip, Tav slides his arm under the small of my back to grip me to him tighter, his face in my throat, his grunts echoing in my ear as he claims my body. Pressure builds and builds as I climb this peak with him, surrendering to the pleasure as he bottoms out again and again inside me.

“You’re gripping me so tight.” Tav pulls out to thrust back in hard, pulling my body tight to him, ensuring I can’t escape even as my heels dig into the bed.

It’s too much. He’s too much.

Yet, I don’t want this to stop.

I just want—I just need— “Oh, God, Tav—” I suck in air that tastes of him. “I need⁠—”

He pushes a hand between us, his thumb connecting with my clit, rolling it as he commands, “Come for me, Olympia.”

I do. I can’t not. My body is at his mercy, my pleasure at his beck and call.

I erupt. Every muscle coils tight as shudders of release toss wave after wave through my body, Tav’s thrusts picking up speed. His movements become wild, his grunts sharp and stilted. He thrusts home one last time, burying himself deep inside me as he spills into me. Hot pump after hot pump spills into me, and I take it all.

My body pulls all of him deep into me, and I feel like we’re finally coming home.

I think I always knew, somehow, my soul having recognized him as the one for me before either of us could decipher what that meant.

Now, I know there’s no turning back.