Chapter 53: Learning Her
Oliver’s fingers found Del’s nipple again, rolling it gently between them, then pinching just enough to make her gasp. The sensation shot straight to her core, her hips shifting restlessly against him.
“Yes,” Del answered his question.
“Okay…Don’t stop talking,” he said, as he continued to play with her, tugging lightly at the hardened peak, coaxing more soft, breathy moans from her lips. “Tell me more about your painting, Del.”
She struggled to form words, her mind hazy with the pleasure building under his touch. “I… I used… um…to give them texture…deep colors…” Her words were barely coherent, her body arching slightly into his hand as he squeezed her breast again.
Oliver’s breath grew heavier, and his hand lingered a moment longer before it began to drift downward, tracing the curve of her stomach. After a quiet stretch, he asked, almost tentatively, “Can I feel you, Del?”
Del frowned a little, not turning her head, her body still tingling from his earlier touch. “You already are.”
He let out a low chuckle. “Not like this,” he murmured. His fingers drifted down, tracing along the waistband of her pajama pants before sliding lower. “I want to feel you,” he breathed, pressing the pads of his fingers against her through the thin fabric, rubbing lightly over the heat between her legs.
Her body went still. She didn’t answer.
Oliver pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the back of her shoulder. “Del?”
There was a pause before she admitted, so low it was almost swallowed by the room, “…Okay.”
His hand moved, slipping beneath the elastic of her underwear. His fingers met the slick warmth of her bare skin, and he groaned softly at the feel of her, already wet against his touch.
Del tensed in his arms, a small shudder running through her. “Relax,” he whispered. “I’ll take care of you, Del.”
She didn’t move, but she didn’t stop him either.
His fingers explored her slowly, parting her folds and finding the sensitive bud that made her breath hitch. He circled it slowly, his fingertips gliding through her arousal, spreading it as he worked her. “Remember what I told you?” he murmured against her neck, his lips brushing the pulse point there. “It doesn’t have to be me inside you. My fingers… my mouth… I can make you come with just this.”
Her breath broke, a sharp inhale, and her hand tightened on the blanket.
Oliver smiled faintly, adjusting his touch, pressing a little harder, moving faster now, guided by the way her hips twitched involuntarily. “This is what I meant,” he said, voice low and rough. “I want you to feel how good it can be—how good I can make you feel.”
A soft, helpless sound slipped from her throat as his fingers worked her, dipping lower to tease her entrance before returning to her clit, slick and swollen under his touch.
She turned her face into the pillow, muffling her whimpers, but he leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. “Don’t hide from me, Del,” he coaxed. “I want to hear every sound you make.”
Del could feel him—hard, throbbing, his erection unmistakable against her lower back. The thought of it sent a jolt through her. But he didn’t grind against her, didn’t seek his own release. His restraint was palpable, his focus entirely on her.
“Del,” he rasped, “spread your legs for me. Just a little wider. Let me in—let me feel all of you.” His fingers paused, resting against her slick heat, teasing without moving, waiting for her to comply.
Her heart pounded, a flush creeping up her neck. Hesitant, she shifted, parting her thighs slightly, giving him more access. The movement made her feel exposed, vulnerable.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Oliver growled. “You’re so perfect like this, Del.” His fingers slid deeper, exploring every inch of her. He circled her clit with tighter, more insistent strokes, then dipped lower, teasing her entrance with the tip of one finger, not entering but pressing just enough to make her squirm.
“You feel that?” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “How fucking soaked you are? It’s driving me insane, Del. I’m so hard for you it hurts, but this—this is about you. I want you to come on my fingers.”
“Oliver,” Del’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, her hips rocking slightly into his touch, chasing the pleasure he was building.
His finger slipped inside her again, just barely, stretching her with a slow, shallow thrust that made her whimper. “God, you’re so tight,” he groaned. “I could spend all night exploring you like this, Del. Every little spot that makes you shake. You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you? I can feel how close you are.”
Del moaned but tried to regain focus, tried to keep speaking like he’d asked earlier, but words slipped away as the pressure built. Her breathing came quicker, her body arching back against him without meaning to.
“That’s it,” Oliver whispered, rubbing her steadily. “Just let it happen.”
Her body was trembling. He dipped and curled a finger deeper inside her, stroking that perfect spot while his thumb circled her clit. Del’s hips bucked, and her thighs clamped hard around his hand, trapping him there as a broken moan spilled from her lips.
“That’s it, Del,” he murmured. “I’ve got you.” His finger thrust deeper, while his thumb pressed harder, coaxing her toward her climax.
Then the rush came, crashing through her with a force that left her shaking uncontrollably in his arms. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, twisting them as her body arched, her inner walls pulsing tightly around his finger.
But Oliver didn’t stop, rubbing her through the waves of pleasure with slow, steady strokes, drawing out every shudder, every gasp, until her body began to quiet.
“Fuck, Del,” he breathed, his erection still pressed firm against her back, a reminder of his own need he refused to indulge. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.” He eased his movements, his fingers gliding gently now, until her body went limp against him.
Slowly, he withdrew his hand, his fingers slick with her arousal. He shifted slightly, his lips brushing her temple as he murmured, “Del, look at me.”
She hesitated, her cheeks flushed with pleasure and embarrassment, but she turned her head, her eyes meeting his. Without breaking eye contact, he brought his fingers to his lips. Slowly, he sucked her juice from them, his tongue curling around each digit with a low groan.
“Goddamn, you taste so good, Del,” he said, eyes never leaving hers.
Del’s breath hitched, her body still tingling as she watched him, the intimacy of the act sending a fresh wave of heat through her. He leaned closer, his lips grazing her ear when he said, “Next time, I want every fucking inch of you screaming my name."