Chapter 346 Oliver vs. Nicole: He's So Good to You

Chapter 346 Oliver vs. Nicole: He's So Good to You
Oliver’s lips moved from the nape of her neck to her ear. 
He took her earlobe between his teeth and gently nibbled it. 
His hot breath against her ear made her pull her neck back.
With his other hand, he found the switch on the wall and flipped it on. 
The warm, yellow light from the wall lamp illuminated the room.
“Why did you turn on the light?” She buried her face in his chest, her ears flushing crimson.
"I want to see you." He turned her to face him. "You’re so beautiful."
His hand slipped under the hem of her dress, his palm pressing against her back as his fingertips traced her spine upward. 
When he reached the clasp of her bra, he paused, then gently flicked it open with his thumb.
She took a deep breath, thrust her chest forward, and then drew it back.
He leaned down to kiss the corner of her mouth. 
He parted his lips, took her lower lip into his mouth, and sucked gently before releasing it. 
His tongue traced the line between her lips.
She raised her hand to wrap around his neck, tangling her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, and pulled him down toward her.
He complied, leaning in so their lips met. 
Their kiss deepened into a passionate one as his tongue slipped inside and entwined with hers.
She tilted her head back under the intensity of his kiss, and he followed her movement, pressing her against the wall.
He pressed his knee between her legs and slid his hands from her back to the front. His palms cupped her breasts, and his thumbs pressed gently through the fabric of her bra.
She let out a soft moan and squeezed his knee between her legs before releasing it. 
Her hands slid down the back of his neck and began unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time. 
Her fingertips paused briefly when they touched the skin of his chest, then continued unbuttoning.
Just as she undid the third button, he caught her hand and pressed it against the wall. 
He lowered his head to kiss her neck, tracing a path from just above her collarbone to her jawline. 
Each kiss was accompanied by a gentle suck, leaving a faint red mark.
Her breathing grew more and more rapid. With her hand pinned against the wall, she could do nothing but tilt her head back, lean against the wall, and feel his lips move inch by inch across her skin.
He picked her up and carried her toward the bed, setting her down when they reached the edge.
She sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at him. 
He stood between her legs and leaned down to watch her as he undid the remaining buttons on his shirt. 
He removed it and tossed it onto a nearby chair.
She reached for the waistband of his pants, hooked her fingertips around the edge, and pulled them down. 
He lifted his hips to help her, and the fabric slid down to pool at her ankles.
He bent down and pressed against her. 
She fell back with the movement, her back sinking into the mattress.
He braced one hand beside her ear while the other traced the outside of her thigh and pushed her skirt higher. 
His palm pressed against the inside of her thigh as he moved inward.
She gasped when his fingers touched her. 
His fingertips brushed against her wet, sensitive spot.
He lowered his head to look at her. 
His gaze was dark and intense as his fingers slowly rubbed against that small patch of skin. 
She bit her lip and clenched the sheets in her hands.
He guided himself to her entrance and pushed inside.
She frowned and let out a soft moan. 
He paused, waiting for her breathing to steady, then pushed deeper.
Once he was fully inside her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and hooked her ankles over his lower back. 
He leaned down to kiss the corner of her mouth before beginning to move, stroke by stroke, pausing each time he reached the deepest point.
She moved in time with his rhythm, her breathing growing increasingly ragged. 
Her hands released the sheets and clung to his back, her fingernails digging in.
As the pleasure built, she came first, her body tensing briefly before going limp. 
He let out a muffled groan, remaining still, buried deep inside her.
He lay on top of her, panting, for quite a while before slowly pulling out. 
He rolled onto his side next to her and rested one hand on her lower abdomen, tracing slow circles with his thumb.
With her eyes closed, she could feel his breathing gradually slow down.
She’d barely had a day to recover; her body was still not fully back to normal. Now, she felt even more exhausted.
Once Nicole had washed up and slipped back under the covers, Oliver chuckled, "Your stamina's not what it used to be, is it?"
She tugged at the blanket to block his view and muttered under her breath, "It's not bad at all."
Oliver lay down and pulled her into his arms. "Yeah, you're not bad—you're just barely able to walk straight." 
She couldn’t be bothered to respond. 
How dare he say that? 
It was all his fault.
He ran his fingers through her hair, and she soon fell asleep.
He leaned down to kiss the top of her head and pinched her cheek. 
Only after making sure she was sound asleep did he carefully get up, put on his coat, and head to the study. 
Nicole slept deeply, as if she’d finally let her guard down.