Chapter 25

Valerie’s pov.

As the words slipped out of my mouth, I knew there was no taking them back. I clenched the blanket tightly, silently cursing myself for the mess I had just created. How could I have let this happen? This was never supposed to happen…

"Fuck, Valerie, I've loved you for a while now." Oliver pulled me towards him, his hands guiding me to straddle his lap. His touch was electrifying, one hand caressing my ass while the other tangled in my hair, pulling me closer for a passionate kiss.

I gasped as our lips met, his soft lips enveloping mine perfectly, the sweet scent of his cologne filled my senses as he continued to stroke my ass. I felt his burn rubbing against my skin deliciously, his tongue sweeping over my lips, seeking entrance I gladly granted him. I cradled his face, guiding him deeper into the kiss while one hand made its way down his arm, marveling over every little muscle. God, it felt good to finally touch him like this.

He hummed into the kiss as his hand slipped under my dress, his fingers trailing up my bare skin and dancing along the outline of the panties I wore. He sucked on my tongue in a slow and teasing manner as his fingers traced circles on my skin.

“Are you ok with this, Val?” Oliver asked, breaking out of the kiss. I nodded like a crazy person before uttering, “Yes.”

“Good, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop,” Oliver got up, placing me on my feet. He cupped my face, forcing me to look into his eyes. Lust, desire, and adornment danced in those emerald eyes. I felt his fingertips slowly trailing down the column of my neck.

“I don’t want you to,” I whispered, looking down at his fingers as they pushed the straps off my shoulders, instantly the material bunched around my waist, baring my breasts to him. Oliver didn’t say a word, his hands just moved down tugging the dress down further, with it the flimsy panties I wore.

I stood naked in front of a very clothed Oliver, I felt a weird sensation settling in the pit of my stomach, almost like nerves. What if this was his plan? What if he laughed in my face?

“You look so stunning, Valerie,” Oliver groaned in a sexy tone, his hands finding a place on my sides as he tugged me to him and kiss me again. This time his kiss was more powerful, hunger driven.

I placed my hands on his chest and pushed against his jacket to shrug it off, he helped me remove the jacket and then took a step back, giving me the space I needed to undo his button. With shaking fingers I hastily did his buttons and watched as every time I went down, more and more of his tan, muscular skin came to show.

I helped him take off the shirt and sucked a deep breath, watching as his muscles flexed when he removed and threw the shirt to the side. When I looked up at him I noticed a smirk on his lips. “I take it my fiance approves?”

“She approves.” I nodded and pulled him down for a kiss. Oliver smiled into the kiss as he picked up. He walked us to the bed and placed me there with his body hovering above mine. Our kiss never once broke, I felt him pressing against me then gasped into the kiss when I felt his erection through the slacks that did very little to restrain him.

I trailed my hand down his chest and abs, feeling his skin contract under me. Just as I reached his belt, Oliver nibbled at my lower lip and then pulled away, holding my hand. “Not yet, Valerie.”

Oliver moved back from my lips, he was straddling me at my legs, his eyes still taking in the sight beneath him and I got to enjoy the one in front of me– properly. That little smile on his lips somehow made it hotter in here than it already was.

“Can I taste you, sweetheart?” he asked as his hand moved down my breasts, his thumb rolling over my nipple.

I sucked in a deep breath and nodded. “Good, now say it with your mouth,” he commanded, tugging at my nipple, making me moan softly.

“Fuck, yes, Oliver,” I was quick to say and he leaned over to kiss me slowly. The kisses went down my jaw to my neck. He pressed soft kisses there, sucking and nibbling at my skin slowly until he found all the spots that made me gasp and once he was satisfied he continued his path down.

Oliver stopped at the valley of my breasts, his hands moving to cup them together. “God, your tits are so fucking perfect,” he whispered, and before I could say anything he kissed moved down to kiss them both. He swirled his tongue over one nipple as his hand paid attention to the other, the pleasure became too much and I moaned softly, lifting my body to his for more. I needed to come so badly.

“Patience, Valerie,” Oliver teased and nipped my skin, my hands flew to his skin.

After teasing my breasts, he finally started kissing down further. He pressed a kiss to the spot right under my navel then shifted to kneel on the floor. I rested my weight on my elbows to look over at him, watching as his face grew with excitement. Oh no, no one ever went down on me– what if I did something wrong?

“Come closer, I bet you taste heavenly,” he caressed my thighs before pulling me closer to him, putting my legs over his shoulders. He started pressing soft kisses along my inner thigh, his nose running along my skin and getting closer and closer to where I ached for him.

“Oliver, you don’t have to-,” I said in between breaks, his kisses alone were enough to leave me gasping.

“I want to, baby, I want you to feel good,” he replied, spreading me apart and giving me kisses on my pussy. “Nothing would bring me more joy than seeing you come for me,” he said lastly.

Oliver began to put his mouth to work, he licked me deliberately slow, heading all the way up to my clit where he lashed on. I moaned, arching my back and my hands flew to his hair. I ran my fingers through his thick, soft locks and pushed him further into me, craving more now.

His tongue moved in slow figures, slowly building up the pace as his two fingers began to tease me before slowly teasing me. I closed my eyes and lay back as he made me see the stars.

I felt his fingers pulling out of me and I was about to complain when I felt his lips trailing kisses from my clit to my entrance, then his tongue poked through and it was as if the man was starved. His thumb found my clit and he started rubbing me relentlessly making a mess of me. Incoherent moans escaped me, and my fingers tugged at his hair, needing more and receiving exactly what I was asking for with flicks of his tongue and rolling of his thumb.

I felt the tension building in my stomach and within seconds I broke down and came, toes curling on his back and thighs closing around his head. Oliver didn’t once stop, he continued to eat me out as I kept coming, allowing me to ride out my orgasm for as long as possible. The way this man was acting showed just how much he loved this, perhaps more than me at this point.

He gently tapped my thighs and I cursed quietly, unwrapping my thighs so he could breathe. He pulled away and came to tower over me. “I knew you’d be fucking delicious, you’re making me an addict, Valerie,” Oliver said, caressing my face before leaning down and capturing me for a searing kiss. He took my hand and placed it on his belt. I almost immediately started undoing his belt, button, and fly. I pushed my hand into his boxers. He moaned when I felt his hard length in my hand.

Oliver broke the kiss to remove his pants and I watched as he freed his erection and warmth pooled in my stomach. Oliver carried himself with confidence and I could see why, not a single thing of this man was imperfect.

“You approve?” he teased, coming back to hover above me. His hard length pressed against my skin and made me want him even more.

I nodded. “Will you fuck me, husband?”

“Are you on the pill?” Oliver asked, stroking himself so painfully slow.

“I am, I am.” I nodded, eyes focused on his dripping cock.

“I’m clean but if you feel uncomf—” he began to say but I was impatient enough as it was and cut him off, “Fuck me already, Oliver. I’m clean too.”

Those were the only words he needed to hear, he aligned himself with me and pushed till he was buried to the hilt within me. I moaned, hands flying to his biceps when I felt him stretching me in the most delicious way possible.

“You feel like heaven,” he whispered into my ear before pulling away and started moving. He didn’t bother starting with slow thrusts, no, Oliver was a man on a mission, thrusting faster and harder.

My moans became louder when I felt him brushing against that sweet spot within me I only ever reached with my toys. Oliver seemed to know what he found and only started pounding into me faster and harder, one hand slipping between us so he could rub me and that’s when I lost it. My body arched into his, nails digging into his skin as I chanted his name repeatedly.

I felt my walls tightening around him and pulsing, a gush of warmth between us that only caused the most erotic sound ever. Oliver continued the same tempo, surprising me with his stamina and sending me over the moon. “Where do you want it, Val?”

“In me,” I was quick to answer and it was like Oliver was turned on even more. With one more deep thrust, he finally came and filled me with his warm release. He stayed within me, leaning over to kiss my neck as he panted, his hair sticking against my wet skin.

He pressed a few more kisses to my neck before withdrawing and lying back. My body was tingling with satisfaction, and I couldn't help but feel amazed by this man who had made me come not once, but twice, without a hint of arrogance or treating it as a mere task.

"That was... incredible," I confessed, my breath still heavy as I turned to face Oliver.

"Absolutely mind-blowing," Oliver replied, his eyes locked with mine as he leaned over to give me a brief kiss. He wrapped his arms around me, and we cuddled for a few minutes, savoring the afterglow. Then he got up, heading to the bathroom. Within moments, I heard the sound of water filling the bathtub, and he returned to carry me into the bathroom.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he said with a wink, playfully teasing me.

"Wow, you do aftercare?" I teased back, blowing bubbles into his face.

"Of course, did you not expect me to?" Oliver closed the faucet and grabbed two towels, placing them nearby.

The bathtub was spacious enough for both of us, so he joined me, resting my feet on his lap.

"I would've assumed you'd put on your suit and leave the room," I playfully quipped, blowing more bubbles into the water.

"You need to stop making me the villain in your head, Valerie. I just made you come twice, and that's only the beginning," Oliver said, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he leaned over me, initiating another kiss, his hand finding me beneath the water.

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I awoke to the gentle touch of the sun on my skin, stretching out leisurely. Rolling over, I expected to find Oliver next to me, but his side of the bed was empty. However, my embarrassment was quickly replaced with curiosity as I felt something paper-like beneath me. I retrieved it, unfolding the note.

'Breakfast, downstairs.'

I smiled, setting the note aside and quickly getting ready to head down to the kitchen. When I entered, I saw Oliver on the phone, busily arranging the table. There were pancakes, waffles, eggs, sausages, fruits, and all the toppings for the pancakes. His eyes lit up when he noticed me.

"Look who decided to get up," he teased.

"I honestly thought you fled the scene," I admitted, watching him approach me.

"You're not getting rid of me that easily, wife," he whispered, pulling me into a deep kiss, his hands playing with the string of the silky robe I had put on.

"Behave." I playfully swatted his hand away before he had the chance to undress me right there in the kitchen.

"Come on, I made you breakfast," he said, pulling out a chair for me. "I think it's time we start talking about us."

"I think so too... Our families can't know about us," I sighed, feeling the weight of our predicament.

"They would tear us apart before we even have a chance to let our love blossom," Oliver spoke honestly, and I wished it wasn't the truth.

"I know, but what does this mean for us?" I asked nervously. I desired him more than anything, but I also didn't want to disappoint my family.

"It means we'll have to become experts at sneaking around, at least until we can find a way for them to tolerate each other," he replied, a smile on his face as he placed his hand on my knee and leaned in for another kiss.

"You do know I live with my parents, right?"

"I'll help you come up with excuses. My hunger for you will never be satisfied, love. You're stuck with me," he said, taking my left hand and pressing two gentle kisses against it.

"Sneaking around... How exciting," I teased, a hint of anticipation in my voice.

"I'll make it worth your while," he winked, and at that moment, I believed him wholeheartedly.