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She stood there in a lacy nude bra and panty set.

Good God.

I sucked in a deep breath.

Xanthe marched up and tackled me onto the bed. Pouncing, she straddled my waist. Grabbing my hands, she pinned them above my head, lacing her fingers with mine. I was just so shocked; I couldn’t even react.

When her lips claimed mine though, my whole body warmed and tensed. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, urgent and demanding. My pelvis arched up into her heat, seeking her out. She ground into me and whimpered, setting fire to the passion I had for her. Her breasts were crushed against my chest, and through my pounding heart, I felt hers beating against my own.

Slightly turning my head, I broke our kiss. “Xanthe, wait.”

“What?” she panted.

“I want to do this slowly,” I explained.

She sat up, looking down into my eyes. Wild, uninhibited, she was throwing caution to the wind.

“Next time,” she said.

Scooting back, she slid down my legs until she was standing, undoing my pants and yanking them off of me. I sat up and tore my shirt off while she shimmied out of those sinful panties.

Groaning, I yanked her into my arms. The sight of her shaven pussy was doing me in. I pressed a kiss to her sternum, intending on taking it all the way down to her core, but once again, she pushed me back. Attacking my boxers, she pulled them down and tossed them aside.

My hand snaked out to snatch a condom. “Take off your bra,” I commanded.

Freeing my favorite pair of tits, she then crawled up the front of me. Scooting back, I carried her on me to the center of the bed.

“Put it on,” she demanded.

I hurried, ripping open the packet and pressing the latex down the length of me. I wanted to check that she was ready for me, but she took me in her hands, guided me through her slick heat, and sank down my cock in one easy glide.

“Oh my God…” I moaned, thrusting up into her. My hands went straight to her arse and squeezed.

Bracing her hands on my chest, Xanthe lifted up and slid down, finding an even gait right from the get-go. Her tits bounced and swayed, begging me to lick and bite them. Aggressive and demanding, Xanthe was magnificent above me, taking what she wanted.

Biting my lip to distract myself from her clenching walls, I didn’t want to come just yet.
Please, God, not yet
. I needed it to last.

Her voice rasped, “Oh, fuck, Oliver!”

And I no longer cared.

“Harder,” I growled.

She was so tight, clamping around me.

She moaned, her head dropping back. Her nipples spiked, the piercings glittering in the light. “
Fuck
!” she cried out.

Xanthe coming all over me was my undoing. My back bowed off the bed, and I roared out her name as I blew the hardest orgasm I’d ever had.

Quick. Done. Over.

Xanthe rolled off me, collapsing onto the bed, panting for breath.

I was
furious
. If I hadn’t felt the way I did about her, that would have just been two people fucking. It
had
just been two people fucking. It had been hot and sexy, but it’d had nothing to do with
us
.

Xanthe

“What the fuck was that?” Ollie snarled.

My eyes popped open, and I looked over at him. “What do you mean?”

He sat up and ripped the condom off, flicking it to the floor with particular vehemence. “I mean, what the fuck was that? That was…”

Oh, shit, he’s actually mad!

His hand shook as he dragged it through his hair. Breathing heavily, he turned his eyes on me, stunning me with his anger.

“I…did I do something wrong?” I asked, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

His nostrils flared, and his jaw clenched. “You…” He swallowed hard and loud. “That was just
sex
, Xanthe. The kind of sex that means shit. The same sort of sex I can get from anyone else.”

Ouch.
“I had thought…first times could be so awkward. We’d go slow after, take our time, and…”

This was Karma coming back to slap me for not telling him sooner that I was Elaine. Oliver had let me off the hook too easily for me to get away completely unscathed.

I just had to go and screw this up.
Damn it!

His eyes softened, and he reached for me, dragging me into his arms, clasping me into his chest, as we lay on our sides.

“This isn’t some fucking one-night stand. We’ve established that already. Why take that moment and devalue it like that?”

“I just thought it’d be more comfortable if we got the first one out of the way?” I said, my tone inflecting a question with my confidence plummeting.

“I didn’t want the first one out of the way.”

“Yeah, I get that now.”

Sighing, he rubbed his right hand up and down my back while cradling my head with his left. “It wasn’t bad, Xanthe Love,” he whispered into my hair.

Obviously not, considering we’d both gotten off in less than five minutes.

“But we deserved better.”

My heart sank, and I was so embarrassed. “I’m sorry.”

“I want you to listen,” he said, his voice warm and soft.

“I can do that.”

He pulled me in closer, pressing our bodies flush against one another. “I’d imagined myself peeling off that unholy skirt and discovering those lacy panties for myself. I would have kissed you from your feet to your knees. I wanted to taste how soft your inner thighs are and rub my face against them.”

Holy hell.

“Then, I would have slowly unbuttoned your blouse, and finding that bra, I would have bitten your tits through the lace before taking it off, too.”

Oh God, I wish…

My breath hastened as I listened to his deep voice tell me of all the pleasure I had just denied the both of us.

“I wanted to lay you out on the bed and kiss you from your mouth to your chest. I wanted to take my time, playing with those fucking piercings with my tongue. Your tits are my absolute favorite. They’re perfect, and I wanted you to know just how badly they bring me to my knees.”

He was breathing heavily now, too. Gently, he pulled away from me and rolled me onto my stomach. Pressing a kiss to the crow on my left shoulder, he smoothed his hand down the length of my back, cupping my backside in a hot large hand. Ollie then kissed the back of my neck, causing a wash of goose bumps to break out over my whole body. His beard teased my skin.

“I had planned on tasting every inch of you, Xanthe. I wanted to show you how much I adore every bit of you…” He continued kissing a path down my spine until he reached my tailbone where the tip of his tongue darted a slight lick to it. As he rested his face against my lower back, his palm caressed an arse cheek before rising and delivering a stinging slap to it.

Jumping, I gasped.

Rising, he planted a kiss to the cheek.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“You should be.”

“I am.”

He continued kissing down the back of one thigh and then the other. I could only close my eyes and try to breathe. Each time I felt his beard scratch over my skin, the fire inside me burned that much hotter. I was throbbing in my breasts, my core, quickly becoming mindless to everything but Oliver. I could feel, hear, and smell only him. He was sinking beneath my skin, branding me from the inside out.

After kissing me to my heels, he rolled me over once more and continued upward. When he reached my thighs, he did indeed brush his bushy face over the too sensitive flesh. I was going to beg for it. I was shamelessly going to plead for him not to stop.

“You’re not getting that tonight. I’m punishing you for what you did.”

I whimpered.

“And it’s such a shame,” he told me, spreading my legs wide, “because you look like my favorite dessert.”

From the top of my pubic bone—
the bastard!
—he tongued and kissed his way up my torso. Warmth from his body blanketed me, and I wanted nothing more than to rub myself all over him, feel his chest hair scratching my nipples and belly.

“Oliver…” I whispered.

His hot, wet mouth wrapped around my right nipple, sending sweet pleasure throughout the whole of me.

This is what it should’ve been. There’s nothing awkward about this. This is pure seduction, and I robbed us of this. Damn it!

With every other first time, it had always been weird—fumbling around, trying to figure the other out. In the bathroom, I’d pep-talked myself into just going out there and doing it, thinking we should just get it over with and then we’d be free to explore.

I’d been naive to think it’d be the same with Oliver. It was wrong to assume that he was like any other man I had ever known.

His mouth enclosed my left nipple, and he sucked hard and sharp before tonguing the piercing. My fingers speared through his thick black hair, pulling. I wasn’t in control at all. I was just a writhing, mewling mess beneath him.

“Please…” I whispered.

Instead of giving me what I was begging for, Ollie covered my lips with his, his tongue demanding entrance. He kissed me, sucking upon my tongue, nipping at my lips, until I felt strung up, tense to the point of shattering. I was on the brink of coming, the pulse between my legs resonating like a soundless gong.

“Tell me how sorry you are,” he said softly against my lips.

“I’ve never been so sorry in my life, Oliver.”

He smiled and kissed me again, stealing the breath from my lungs.

“Do you regret it?”

Do I?
“I don’t regret what we did. Only the way it was done.”

“Oh, good answer. I think I should reward you for that quick wit.”

He pushed himself off me, kneeling between my thighs. Reaching above my head, he tore off another packet and ripped it open before rolling the condom down the impressive length of him. Guiding himself, he slipped the head of his cock over my soaking wet swollen clit, rubbing it back and forth, back and forth, until I trembled, closed my eyes, and bit my lip to hold back the moan threatening to crawl its way out of my throat.

Stretching above me, he slowly pushed inside. He was over me, in me, holding me close. His breath fanned over my face. A sigh of relief escaped me.

“Let me look into your eyes.”

Breathing deep, I met his whiskey-colored gaze.

He smiled, and I was lost.

Moving slowly, strong and deep, he sank into me. This wasn’t sex. This was something else entirely.

I let myself go. I gave in to him, and at the same time, I accepted everything he was offering.

It was the most amazing experience of my life.

Xanthe

Sweet baby Jesus.

There was nothing better than waking up to Oliver Fairfax leaving a trail of soft, bushy kisses down my back.

“Mmm…” I hummed, tingling wonderfully from scalp to sole.

Sliding an arm under my pelvis, Ollie dragged me down the mattress and settled himself over me, his chest to my back. I wanted to rub all of me against his lightly furred self. As he pressed his erection against my bottom, I pushed back in a needy reaction.

“You want some morning sex?” he whispered seductively in my ear.

“Yes, please,” I promptly answered, not the least bit sexy.

Ollie shifted above me, and I heard the distinct sound of a condom opening. I was so lazy; I wasn’t even going to move. He could do what he wanted, and I’d go along for the ride.

“Your arse is possibly the prettiest I’ve ever seen,” he told me. “I really hope you like being spanked. I want my handprints all over it.”

I did enjoy a bit of spanking. “Mmhmm.”

Pulling my hips up, he told me, “Hold right there.”

I froze with my rump in the air. The head of him pressed against my clit before sliding back and finding my entrance. Slowly, he thrust home.

“
Yesss
…” I moaned, pushing back.

Straddling my thighs, he shoved me down flat. “Fuck. Squeeze your thighs together—
hell yes
.”

It started out sensuous and unhurried, Ollie riding against me, into me. This was purely sublime, like a languid tide.

“
Oh
,” I groaned.
“Wow.”

“Love, this will be your only warning.” Then, he smacked my arse, making me jump and gasp.