A Bird in the Oven - Kata Cuic Page 0,27
of deep penetration for fear the length of my rod will impale you in painful ways.” This is much better. Verbal sparring is a soothing tenet of our relationship. With my mind keeping up to the challenge she presents me, I do not have time to think about ravaging her body well past the point of conception.
“You warned me that you’re going to make me sore.” She shrugs again. “I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”
“I also said I have no wish to cause you pain.”
“Okay.” She sits up and places the toys on the nightstand one by one until the mattress is clear again. Then she slides the wedge pillow to the side before crawling under the blankets.
“What are you doing?” Panic competes with my rampant arousal.
She adjusts her head on her pillow then closes her eyes. “I’m going to sleep, Ollie. I refuse to force you into doing anything you don’t want to do.”
“What does that mean?” Comprehension skills are declining with the rapid acceleration of my anxiety. She is not being clear enough.
“It means that in spite of your obvious arousal at the sight of my naked body, you do not seem to want to engage in sexual intercourse with me nearly as much as you want to discuss the idea of it. That’s okay. The events of this week have progressed very rapidly. We went from best friends to a fake pregnancy to a discussion about you impregnating me for real to a first date. And a blow job,” she mutters before clearing her throat. “It’s a lot to take in and adjust to. There are obviously still more discussions to be had and parameters to define. We don’t need to rush the planning stage. I never want you to fake anything for me the way you did for the other women you were with. Good night.”
All of my careful planning and learning and hard work disappears. The only thing left in its wake is the choking stink of failure.
In less than a second, I rip the blankets off and pull Liv’s body to me. In two seconds, I am on top of her, wedging my hips between her thighs. In an eternity, I am shoving my cock into her tight channel and throwing my head back at the sheer ecstasy I have been deprived of for so long. Time blurs and awareness boils down to the sensation of my dick being enveloped by her wet heat until I hit a solid barrier. All I know is the feeling of thrusting into her with full force as I grip her hips and sink my fingers into her flesh. Meaningless sounds and words roll over my taut muscles with no single source to attribute them to. I come hard enough to cause myself excruciating pain as my cock spasms and rams against a wall it cannot break through no matter how hard I push.
I collapse on top of her, muscles twitching in agony, an electrical storm in my brain searing all my nerve endings into millions of points of blinding sensation. The feel of something pulling at me barely registers. A sharp sting on the skin of my ass, the pressure of a grinding motion creating friction at my hips.
“Oh, God,” a guttural sound that is abrasive to my pounding ears.
“Ollie,” a whispered word that only one person ever uses reorients everything in a dizzying rush.
Liv is beneath me, her legs locked around my waist, her hand gripping my ass like she could possibly pull me any closer. She is rocking her body against the undoubtedly crushing weight of mine on top of her. My dick aches and burns, heightening the squeezing and pulsing sensation all around the hypersensitive skin.
“Liv,” I breathe against her neck then suck on the salty tang of her skin. My mouth moves against her body, drinking up anything and everything within reach. I land on her lips and pull her tongue into my mouth, certain it will be the last thing I ever taste.
She tears her mouth away from mine and cries out a sound of exquisite anguish. Her nails break my skin. The marks will be there for at least a week.
It hurts so fucking bad, but I roll my hips to match my rhythm with hers, drawing out her pleasure until she is a writhing, sweaty mess of whimpers beneath me.
“Ollie,” she cries, tearing running down her face.
My lungs are still working too hard for speech to be coherent,