Chapter 86 Taking the Lead
Olivia: POV
I stared at Blake, his words from moments ago still ringing in my ears. ‘I've only ever wanted you. Since we were kids.'
The sheer sincerity in his eyes made my throat tighten. All those years I'd spent believing Sophia's lies, creating distance between us because I thought he'd preferred her.
"Can we get a little... intimate tonight?" Blake's question hung in the air between us, his eyes darkening with desire.
I should have been exhausted from the pregnancy, work stress, and tonight's emotional rollercoaster with Sophia's revelation—plenty of reasons to say no. But something had shifted inside me; the wall I'd maintained, our last barrier, had crumbled.
"Sure," I whispered, surprised by the steadiness in my voice despite the butterflies in my stomach.
Blake's eyebrows shot up, clearly not expecting my answer.
He moved closer, his hand cupping my cheek. "Are you sure? You're tired, and with the baby—"
I leaned forward, pressing my finger against his lips. "I'm sure." I shifted, positioning myself closer to him on the bed. "But this time," I murmured against his ear, feeling a surge of confidence, "I want to be in charge."
His sharp intake of breath. I could feel his heart hammering against his chest as I pushed him gently onto his back.
"You're full of surprises, Olivia Parker," he said, voice husky.
I smiled, straddling his hips. "You have no idea."
"Tell me what you want," Blake said, his hands settling on my waist. "You call the shots. Whatever you say, I'll do."
The power in that moment was intoxicating.
I started slow, building the tension.
I leaned down, capturing his lips in a deep, lingering kiss, our tongues tangling as I explored his mouth.
My hands roamed over his chest through his shirt, feeling the hard planes of his muscles. "Take off your shirt," I commanded softly, pulling back just enough to watch him comply.
He sat up slightly, yanking the fabric over his head, revealing his toned torso—broad shoulders, defined abs, and a light trail of hair leading down to his waistband.
"God, you're sexy," I murmured, tracing my fingers along the ridges of his abs, feeling them contract under my touch.
I dipped lower, kissing his neck, then his collarbone, sucking lightly on the skin until he groaned.
"Liv, touch me more," he whispered, his voice rough with need. "Please."
"Not yet," I teased, enjoying the way his body arched toward me.
I shifted back, grinding my hips against his growing erection through our clothes, feeling the heat building between us.
His hands gripped my thighs, but I pinned them down gently. "My rules, remember?"
He chuckled breathlessly. "You're gonna make me beg, aren't you?"
"Maybe," I said with a sly smile, pulling my own shirt over my head to reveal my simple cotton bra. My breasts, fuller and more sensitive from the pregnancy, strained against the fabric.
Blake's eyes locked on them, darkening with hunger.
"Fuck, your tits look incredible," he said, his voice low and appreciative. "Can I...?"
I nodded, guiding his hands up. He unclasped my bra with skillful fingers, letting it fall away. My breasts spilled free, nipples already hardening in the cool air.
He cupped them gently, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core. "So soft, so perfect," he murmured, leaning up to take one nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly while rolling the other between his fingers.
I moaned, arching into his touch, my pussy growing wetter with each swirl of his tongue. "Blake... that feels so good," I gasped, threading my fingers through his hair to hold him there.
He lavished attention on both breasts, alternating between licks, gentle bites, and sucks, making me grind harder against him.
The friction against my clit through my shorts was delicious, but I wanted more.
After a few minutes, I pulled back, breathless. "Your turn," I said, sliding down his body.
I unbuckled his belt slowly, deliberately, watching his face as I unzipped his pants and tugged them down his legs along with his boxers.
His cock sprang free—thick, hard, and veined, with a slight upward curve and a bead of pre-cum at the tip. It twitched under my gaze, impressive in length and girth.
"Like what you see?" he asked with a cocky grin, though his voice was strained.
"Very much," I replied, wrapping my hand around his shaft, stroking slowly from base to tip. He hissed, hips bucking slightly.
I pumped him a few times, feeling him throb in my grip, then leaned down to swirl my tongue around the head, tasting the salty pre-cum.
"Shit, Liv... your mouth," he groaned, his hand gently cupping the back of my head without pushing. "That feels amazing."
I took him deeper, sucking and bobbing my head, my hand working the base in rhythm. His breaths came in ragged gasps, and I could feel him getting harder in my mouth. But I didn't want him to finish yet. I pulled back, wiping my lips with a satisfied smile.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, sitting up to kiss me deeply. His hands helped me shimmy out of my pajama shorts and underwear, revealing my pussy—wet and swollen with arousal. He traced a finger along my folds, dipping inside gently. "You're so wet for me already."
"All for you," I whispered, moaning as he circled my clit with his thumb. He added a second finger, pumping slowly while his mouth returned to my breasts, sucking on my nipples. The dual stimulation had me writhing, my hips rocking against his hand. "Blake... I need you inside me now."
I straddled him again, positioning my pussy above his cock. "Is this okay?" I asked, suddenly needing his reassurance.
Blake's hands gripped my hips, one sliding protectively over my pregnant belly. "More than okay. But only if you're comfortable. I'll be gentle with our little one."
I nodded, slowly lowering myself onto him. We both gasped as the head of his cock parted my folds, stretching me inch by inch until he was fully sheathed inside my tight, wet pussy. The fullness was overwhelming after weeks of abstinence—I paused, adjusting, feeling every ridge of him against my inner walls.
"Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my cock," he groaned, his free hand caressing my breast.
I set a gentle rhythm at first, rocking my hips, grinding my clit against his pubic bone with each movement. Blake thrust upward to meet me, his hand still splayed over my belly for support. "Just like that, Liv... ride me," he encouraged, his voice husky.
The angle hit deep, his cock brushing my G-spot perfectly. I increased my pace, bouncing slightly, my breasts jiggling with the motion. He cupped one, pinching the nipple, while his other hand stayed protectively on my bump.
As my pleasure built, I leaned forward, kissing him fiercely. "Switch," I whispered. "Side by side—I want to feel you closer."
Blake nodded, carefully guiding the transition without pulling out. He rolled us gently, positioning himself on his side behind me in a spooning variation.
He lifted my top leg over his hip, sliding back into my pussy from this new angle, his arm wrapped around me to cradle my belly protectively. "Like this? Comfortable for you and the baby?"
"Yes," I gasped, the deeper penetration making me clench around him. "Deeper... harder."
He moved with controlled power, each thrust deliberate and deep, his cock filling me completely. His free hand reached around to circle my clit, while his lips kissed my neck. "You feel incredible, Liv. So tight, so wet."
I clutched his arm, moaning as the pressure built. "Blake... I'm close. Come with me."
"I can't hold back much longer," he warned, his rhythm faltering, thrusts becoming erratic. His hand pressed gently but firmly on my belly, shielding it as he drove deeper.
The combination of his cock hitting just right, his fingers on my clit, and his protective touch pushed us both over the edge simultaneously. I cried out first, my pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock as waves of intense orgasm washed over me, my body shuddering.
Blake followed immediately, stiffening with a deep groan of my name, his cock pulsing inside me as he came, his release filling me. Our shared climax lingered, bodies trembling together in perfect sync.
We lay tangled together, catching our breath before he pulled me against his chest, his hand resting protectively over my stomach.
"That was..." he started, seemingly at a loss for words.
"Yeah," I agreed, too boneless and satisfied to form complete sentences.
We lay in comfortable silence, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin. Just as I was drifting toward sleep, Blake spoke.
"Come with me tomorrow," he said softly.
"Hmm? Where?" I mumbled, struggling to stay awake.
"It's a surprise," he replied, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Just trust me."