Page 73 of Undying Resilience
He parts me eagerly with his tongue, lapping at my arousal and spreading it to my clit. He circles it gently with a deep moan, like he’s eating his favorite meal for the first time in years.
“Oh, just like that,” I say, unable to stop myself from grinding against his face.
He groans, continuing to work me over with his tongue, and part of me wishes his hands were on my hips.
Good. That’s good.
I don’t move to untie him, though. I still don’t want to be touched, just in case. The guys have always been in control during sex. I’m afraid my mind will default to that. From there, I’ll slip right into the way Jordan and his men grabbed me and shoved me around. Or how I couldn’t get my head above water no matter how hard I tried, couldn’t get any air—
“Wren. Wren, relax.” Oliver has stopped his ministrations. “Princess, take a breath.”
I gasp, coming back to reality. “Oh my god.”
“Do you need to stop? It’s okay if you do.”
“No, I just started... thinking. But I’m fine.”
“You’re sure? You want me to keep going?”
I find his hands with my own, interlacing our fingers. It’s a little awkward considering his wrists are still tied, but he doesn’t complain. “I’m sure.”
Oliver starts off slowly, gently tracing his tongue around my entrance before he sucks on my clit. I moan, my fingers tightening around his.
I let myself get lost in the sensations. Any time my mind wanders, I squeeze Oliver’s hands, and he squeezes back. It’s the gentle tug I need to pull me back to the present.
For the next ten minutes, Oliver doesn’t slow down at all. It’s like he can’t help himself. Considering the desperate sounds of pleasure coming from him, he really does need this. The thought has me careening toward an orgasm so hard my legs begin to tremble.
“Oliver, I’m gonna come,” I gasp.
Normally, he’d pull away and edge me until I can’t think straight. But not this time. No, he continues working me exactly the same way, his fingers tightening around mine. And then my vision goes blank as pleasure shoots up my spine, exploding through my veins. I have to fight to keep my balance as I reach my peak. And then I come crashing down, panting and shaking.
“You taste like heaven, princess,” Oliver mutters, nuzzling his face against me. “God, I never want to stop.”
“Careful what you wish for,” I say in a teasing tone.
He groans. “I think I’ve made it pretty clear that whenever you’re concerned, careful flies right out the window.”
Oliver sucks on my clit, causing me to cry out. He probably meant it to be a distraction so I don’t think too hard on what he just said, but it doesn’t work. It’s true—he was reckless. All he cared about was getting to me sooner. Because he loves me.
I move off of him, turning around and straddling his waist.
“Wren, what—”
I take his face in my hands and kiss him hard. My taste explodes on my tongue, and as Oliver matches my enthusiasm, I can’t help but moan.
“I want you inside of me,” I whisper.
I scooch downward, taking his dick and stroking it slowly. Oliver thrusts his hips upward with a groan, and I stop.
“Please keep going,” he pants. “Shit.”
“It’s cute when you beg,” I say lightly, smirking at him.
He lets out a grudging laugh. “This is what I get for teasing you all the time, huh?”
I start stroking him again. “Mmhmm.”
“Worth it,” he says with a wink.