9. Calvin

CALVIN

I 'm still seeing stars as the sensations of my mind-blowing orgasm start to fade. But then I feel Olivia's hot tongue lapping at my stomach, licking up my cum, and it's like a lightning bolt of pure lust shoots through me.

“Jesus, Olivia,” I gasp, lifting my head to look down at her. The sight of her pretty pink tongue darting out to taste me has me rock hard all over again. “You're gonna be the death of me.”

I thread my fingers into her hair, gently tugging her up my body so I can capture her lips in a searing kiss. I can taste myself on her tongue, and it only makes me want her more. Groaning into her mouth, I roll us over, pinning her beneath me on the bed.

Olivia gasps as I settle between her thighs, my hard length pressing against her core through the thin fabric of her sundress. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer, her tongue tangling with mine.

“You have no idea how much I want you right now,” I growl, grinding my hips into hers.

Olivia moans, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she arches against me. “I thought you were in pain,” she breathes.

“Oh, I'm in pain all right,” I rasp, nipping at her earlobe. “But it's a whole different kind of ache now. The kind only you can soothe.” I punctuate my words with a roll of my hips, letting her feel just how hard she's made me again. “Besides, I hear a little gentle exercise is good for working out the stiffness.”

Olivia laughs breathlessly. “I don’t want you to be gentle with me, Barrett.”

My lips curve into a wicked grin. “Is that so?” I ask, my hand sliding up the outside of her thigh. “Then tell me, doc. How do you want it?”

Olivia's eyes darken, the blue irises nearly swallowed by her blown pupils. She licks her lips, her gaze locked on mine as she breathes out, “Hard. Fast. I want you to fuck me until I’m walking as crooked as you are.”

A feral growl rumbles in my chest at her words. “Fuck, Olivia. You can't say things like that and expect me to have any semblance of control.” I crush my mouth to hers in a bruising kiss, my tongue delving deep as my hands roam her curves. She moans into my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair as she kisses me back just as fiercely.

With a sharp tug, I tear my lips from hers and sit back on my heels. Olivia looks up at me, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving. I grip the hem of her sundress and lift it up her body, just enough that I can get my fingers into the waist of her panties.

“These can’t stay,” I say, hooking my fingers under the elastic and tugging them down. Olivia lifts her hips, allowing me to slide them down her smooth legs and toss them aside.

“Fuck. Me.” I pause, drinking in the intoxicating sight of her spread out before me, her skin flushed and her eyes dark with unbridled lust. I trail my fingers up her inner thighs, feeling her tremble beneath my touch. Her pussy is dripping , her scent driving me wild, the heady aroma of her arousal making my already painfully hard cock throb with need.

“Calvin, please.” She lifts her hips off the bed, seeking friction from me.

I smirk, loving the desperation in her voice. I want to tease her, to draw this out and make her beg for it. But I'm just as desperate, my body screaming at me to bury myself inside her wet heat.

Gripping her thighs, I spread her legs wider and position myself at her entrance. The head of my cock nudges against her slick folds, and we both groan at the contact.

“You ready for me, baby?” I rub the tip of my cock through her wetness, coating myself in her arousal.

“God, yes,” Olivia pants, her hips canting up, seeking more. “I need you inside me, Calvin. Now.”

With a deep, guttural groan, I surge forward, sheathing myself fully inside her tight channel in one hard thrust. Olivia cries out, her head thrown back and her nails digging into my shoulders as I stretch and fill her.

“Fuuuck,” I growl, my eyes nearly rolling back at the exquisite feeling of her walls gripping me like a vise. She's so tight, so hot and wet around me, it takes every ounce of my self-control not to come on the spot.

I still for a moment, letting her adjust to my size as I press my forehead against hers, our breaths mingling. “Christ, you feel incredible,” I pant, my voice strained. “So fucking perfect.”

Olivia whimpers, her hips rocking against mine, urging me to move. I happily oblige, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, setting a hard, fast pace, just like she wanted. The bed creaks beneath us as I drive into her, each powerful thrust drawing a gasp or moan from her already kiss-swollen lips.

“Yes, Calvin, just like that,” she pants, her legs wrapping around my waist, heels digging into my ass to pull me deeper. “Harder, please...”

Her pleas spur me on, and I comply with her demands, my hips snapping against hers with bruising force. The room fills with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, punctuated by our moans and gasps of pleasure. I can feel my orgasm building fast, the coil of tension tightening in my groin with each thrust.

“Touch yourself, baby,” I command, my voice a low rumble. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”

Olivia whimpers and obeys, one hand sliding between our sweat-slicked bodies to rub tight circles on her clit.

“Oh, god!”

“That's it,” I encourage, my rhythm faltering as I near the edge. “Come for me, Olivia. Let me feel your tight cunt squeezing my cock.”

A few more thrusts and Olivia shatters, her back arching off the bed as her orgasm crashes over her.

“ Calllllllviiiiiinnnnnn! ”

She cries out my name, her pussy clamping down on me like a silken fist, milking my cock. It's too much, and with a hoarse shout, I follow her over the edge, my hips stuttering as I empty myself deep inside her, filling her with my seed. Wave after wave of pleasure courses through me, more intense than anything I've ever experienced.

“Olivia, fuck...” I groan, my face buried in the crook of her neck as we both ride out the aftershocks, sweat-slicked bodies trembling, hearts racing.

“Calvin.” My name is a satisfied whisper, and for a long moment, we just stay like that, tangled together, gasping for breath as we float down from the incredible high.

I have never, in all my years, felt such an intense connection with someone in the way I feel connected to Olivia now.

Slowly, I lift my head to look at her, brushing a damp tendril of hair from her flushed face.

“You're amazing,” I murmur. “Everything about you, Olivia. I can't get enough.”

She hums contentedly, her fingers playing with the short hairs in the center of my chest. “I feel the same way.”

I nod, my throat tightening. “I…I've never felt this…intensity before. And it's not just the physical, though god knows that's incredible. It's everything. The way you understand me, the way you challenge me, the way you make me feel like I can take on the world and somehow win.”

Olivia's eyes shine, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Calvin, I... I don’t know what to say.”

“Then don’t. Don’t say anythin’,” I whisper, leaning down and pressing my forehead to hers. “Just know that you’re mine, Olivia. I’m all in.”

Without even waiting for a response, I’m capturing her lips again, kissing her with a bone-deep certainty that this is it. This is the moment our story truly begins. She is mine, and I am hers. And as I sink myself into her body once more, the only thing I can think of is one little word. Love. I’m in love with her. She’s my future. The mother of my children. And all the happiness in my heart. She’s mine.