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“Did you just come?”
Meegan nodded, licking her bottom lip. Olin squeezed harder, pushing her swollen nipple upward. She sagged against him, another pathetic moan slipping through her lips. He reached for the vibrator and used the head of the wand to part the lower half of her dress. Meegan helped, moving her knee to sweep the fabric off to the side.
“Good girl,” he whispered and Meegan almost came again. “Look at how beautiful you are.” He gave her half a second to take in her naked body, wrapped in burnt orange satin. Then he turned the vibrator on and Meegan laughed when he blinked at the loud buzzing noise.
“This thing is strong. This is your favorite?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Alright. Let’s jackhammer your clit, then.”
Another sputtering laugh came out of Meegan. It quickly melted into a moan as he touched the head of the wand between her legs. She started squirming and Olin held her close, a firm hand pressed to her stomach. The wand was strong and capable of making Meegan come in seconds, but it was the way Olin was watching them in the mirror, the way he dropped a soft kiss to her neck as he pressed the wand harder to her clit that had her really squirming in his grasp. The kiss told Meegan that Olin finally understood how rough she needed it from him.
She came three more times before Olin turned off the wand and dropped it on the bed. He turned her around to face him, gathering the fabric of her dress up in one hand and gripping her ass firmly with the other.
“Did that feel good?” he asked her. Meegan nodded, moaning again as she felt his fingers prodding her slick entrance from behind. She arched against him, rubbing her nipples against his sweater. “I think I should fuck you now.”
“Yes, Sir—” Olin pushed two fingers inside of her. The angle added to the force and the pressure. She let out a shameless grunt and dropped her head to his shoulder. She quickly swallowed to stop herself from drooling.
“Olin, please.”
He thrust his fingers in deeper. “Please what? Tell me, Kitten.”
“Fuck me. Please, Sir.”
A second later, he untied her hands. He urged her toward the bed, her dress still draped around her. Meegan watched him undress, smiling when his Batman dress socks came off. She was definitely going to call him Commissioner Gordon when the time was right. He pulled what was clearly his preferred brand of condoms out of the back pocket of his jeans. Meegan forgot all about the silly socks as he stroked himself and slid the condom into place.
Still standing beside the bed, he leaned over and kissed her. Finally. Meegan eased up on an elbow, holding him close by the hair with her other hand. His tongue slid over hers and, as badly as she wanted him inside of her, she never wanted him to stop kissing her. And he didn’t. He kept contact, their lips moving together as he slowly eased on the bed, carefully finding his place between her thighs. She groaned into him, their breath and saliva mingling as he pushed in to the root.
He made love to her with a slow, but rough grinding that made Meegan feel like her whole life existed in her cunt, everything that mattered existing where their bodies met. He still kissed her, stroking her breasts, her side, her thighs, with his capable hands.
“One day, Kitten,” he said, his voice a low rumble. Meegan knew he was close. “I’m gonna come inside you.”
“Jesus, fuck.” An orgasm tore through her as she pictured Olin filling her up. She held him close as she writhed against him, her short nails digging into back. His erection pulsed inside of her. In the back of her mind, she registered that her nails, the bite of pain, might have done the trick.
After, they both went to the kitchen, Meegan’s dress finally discarded on the floor next to Olin’s jeans. They had more water and Olin checked her wrists and shoulders. He kissed her on her cheeks, her forehead, her lips. He held the key pendant between his fingers for a few moments. Meegan looked at him, but she could still see the diamonds glinting in her periphery. She showed him her snack cabinet and they shared a banana and a few Fig Newtons.
They got ready for bed, phones plugged in, alarms set, lights turned off. Diamonds stowed away, because she was paranoid she’d break the chain in her sleep. She snuggled into his arms, burrowed close, knowing she was about to get the best sleep of her life.
“Do you see why it’s hard to ask for this on the first date?” she asked in the dark.
“Yes,” Olin stated plainly, like he finally saw the whole picture.
“I’m sorry,” Meegan said suddenly, more layers of awareness dawning on her. “I misread you in the beginning. I thought you were soft and shy. Not in a bad way, just a factual way, and you’re neither. You’re just quiet.” And made for her, too, it felt like.
“I got smacked a lot as a kid by my grandpa when I would talk as much as I wanted to. Apparently telling a lady at your church that she’s ugly is frowned upon.”
“Olin, Jesus. Also, your grandfather shouldn’t have smacked you.”
“My dad also believed in gentle parenting before it was cool and convinced me to think before I spoke. I tried it and I realized people started speaking over you or for you when you don’t talk a lot. I started listening and it became more interesting to me than talking. The downside is that when people like how quiet you are, they also start inventing versions of you. There are a lot of rumors about me in tech circles.”
“Like what?” Meegan laughed.
“I’m a Russian operative. I have the highest IQ in the world. That is not true. I just pay attention and I’m not afraid to learn. My favorite rumor is that I’ve killed a guy.”
“What?!”
“Someone asked me flat out and instead of answering, I just ended the meeting. I wasn’t gonna work with their team anyway, but they ran with it.”