Page 53 of The Love Penalty

The way she screams my name as she comes will forever be ingrained in my brain. Her right leg starts to twitch and I slow down my thrusts, but don’t completely stop moving inside her. I catch her mouth in a searing kiss, not letting her fully come down from her orgasm. When I suddenly pull out, I catch a slight frown on her face and give her a smirk in return.

“Get down on all fours,” I rasp out. Olivia’s eyes widen but she immediately complies, smiling at me over her shoulder as she presents me with her ass in the air. Fucking hell. I caress a hand on her cheek and bend down over her to kiss her. The angle is a bit awkward but neither one of us cares. I bite her lip as I pull back and then slap her ass with a loudthwack. She inhales sharply and I soothe the bite with my tongue. “Too much?” I ask her in a whisper. She shakes her head, but I need to hear her say it. “I need your words, love.”

“Not enough,” she says, reaching an arm back, grabbing my head and twisting her fingers in my hair, pulling just enough to sting. Alright then, my girl likes it a little rough. Noted. I line myself up at her entrance and she lets go of my head so I can pull back. I slowly press on her lower back until she’s in the perfect position, then I drive my cock inside in one slow thrust.

Olivia moans loudly and grabs the sheets in her fists. I keep one hand on her waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh there,while my other hand moves up and wraps her hair around my fist, pulling just enough to make her arch. “Such a good girl, taking me nice and deep.” I pick up my pace and thrust into her in hard, punishing movements.

She’s quiet for a bit and just when I think I went too far she says, “Yes, fuck me harder.”

I let go of her hair to grab on to her waist for more balance and slam myself into her as hard and deep as I can. I feel her second orgasm as soon as it hits her and my own follows closely behind, my movements stuttering, until I fall in a heap on top of her. I’m mindful not to crush her, but I can’t bring myself to leave her warm body yet.

We’re both breathing hard and my heart feels like it might leap out of my chest and lay itself at her feet. She can do whatever she wants with it, I don’t even care, as long as she takes it. “Are you okay?” I ask her.

“I’m fucking fantastic, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to move for the next two days.” We both fall into laughter and I finally do pull out and use the restroom to take care of things. I toss the condom, grab my duffel bag from the hallway and find some underwear and a shirt to put on. As I approach the bathroom, Olivia comes out, still fully naked, red marks on her body where I dug my fingers in. She looks thoroughly fucked and bright-eyed and happy. I take my shirt back off and put it on her as she chuckles. Then I give her a lingering kiss that she breaks off too soon.

“How about we take a nap for a couple of hours? When we wake up, we can head over to Grams’?”

“That sounds perfect,” I respond and she smiles and leads me back to the bedroom where she drapes herself on top of me before pulling a blanket on top of us. I hug her tight and tell her I love her, then promptly fall asleep before I hear her reply.

THIRTY

Olivia

The alarm wakesme up right away and I reach out for my phone on the nightstand to turn it off. A heavy arm is draped around me and I have to wriggle my way out of Robbie’s grasp. I let him sleep a bit longer as I get ready and put grandma’s presents in the backseat of my car. When I get back, Robbie is still out cold. I feel bad that he didn’t get enough rest last night, but I am so excited that he’s here. I know we confessed our feelings for each other when we were in Vermont, but seeing him so out of sorts tonight, questioning whether he made the wrong choice coming here, whether he was being too much, I couldn’t help but tell him I love him.

I swipe the hair off his forehead and run my thumbs along his strong, thick eyebrows before leaning in and kissing him softly. “Robbie, are you ready to wake up?” He mumbles something in return and I take my time caressing his beautiful face, coaxing him to wake up. I kiss his nose and he opens his eyes then. I give him a smile and say, “Hey, pretty guy.”

“Hey, gorgeous.” He gives me back a lazy smile and kisses me.

Before things can go further, I pull back and motion to the door. “We have to get going. But if you want to stay and rest, I understand. I can tell Grams I can’t stay long and bring you back some food.”

“No way, I’m coming with you.”

“Okay,” I say with a happy smile on my face.

“But before we go, I have a present for you,” he says, jumping out of bed and running into the living room.

I laugh and follow him, taking a seat on the couch. I saw the wrapped presents when he brought everything inside, but I completely forgot about them until now. What could he have gotten me?

Robbie hands me two boxes, one quite large, and the other about half its size. I look down at them, perfectly wrapped and tied with neat red bows.

“You really didn’t have to get me anything. Showing up here was enough, you know?” I mutter as I carefully unwrap the smaller present.

“I know, but gift giving is one of my love languages. I just hope you like them,” he says, rubbing the back of his head nervously.

As soon as the wrapping paper is off, I open the box the rest of the way and find a pair of brand new hockey gloves. They’re bright red, and unlike my old ones that have too many holes in them, these ones are perfect. I can’t help but give Robbie a bright smile, touched that he noticed I needed new ones. He’s always looking out for me.

“Robbie, thank you! I don’t even know what to say. I feel kind of bad I didn’t get you anything.”

“You don’t need to get me anything, love. Besides, you didn’t know I was coming. I’m glad you like them, though.” He smilesand my heart melts a little more. “Now open the big one,” he says, nudging it towards me with his foot.

Once I get through all the paper again, I realize he’s gotten me more equipment. This one is a pair of black hockey pants, the same brand as mine, but a newer model. “Robbie, this is too much.”

“Shut up, it’s not.”

I sigh but move closer to him on the couch and give him a tight hug. Tears prick my eyes as I tell him, “You’re the best.”

“Come on, let’s get ready.”

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