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The friction inside me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. He reaches my prostate, and I gasp on a noise I’ve never even made before now. “Os,Os.”
Pleasure mounts all around me, and I close my eyes to stop myself from saying his full name. Hand to the back of his head, I tangle my fingers in his curls, then drop them back to his ass.
The pace kills my senses as I feel him rock into me.
His ass flexes against my palms. I squeeze his ass cheeks, and a husky, pleasured noise rumbles out of him.
I slap his ass.
He grins back at me while thrusting.
I smile until a groan tears out of me. “Fuck,” I grit down.That feels amazing.Sweat builds on us, and he quickens and deepens his pace.
Reaching the spot again.
And again.
Holy—
And I come so hard, I almost black-out.
“Fucking ah,” Oscar groans, thrusts one more time, two more times as he ekes out a climax, and his hand is still wrapped around me.
I breathe too hard and glance down at our chests. Cum—my cum—is slick between our abs. My lips begin to lift.
Oscar laughs out a heavy pant. “God, that was seriously A+++.”
“I’d give you another plus.” I’m still scrounging for oxygen.
“Don’t. Let me aspire to something,” Oscar grins, and gently, he pulls out and falls back next to me. I stretch my legs, our ankles hooking.
We hold each other a little and talk about it.
How much we enjoyed that, and the truth is, I’m starting to understand why I’m so caught up in the moment with Oscar. Why I come too easily when I never did in the past.
It’s not that he has a “perfect touch”—though it feels like it—I’m just used to concentrating on someone else’s pleasure in bed. To feed their orgasm. To help them reach that place.
Having sex with Oscar, I feel…selfish.
My tongue weighs heavy when I consider bringing up myfeelings.I’d much rather not ruin the moment. Sex on the floor in front of a fire in Greenland.
With Oscar Oliveira.
I couldn’t have written the script any better.
Before we sleep, Oscar tells me, “Set your alarm for 5 a.m.; we’re getting our asses up early.”
“What for?”
“You’ll see.”
I almost mention that Charlie is rubbing off on him with the lack of details, but exhaustion takes hold, and I fall asleep.
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OSCAR OLIVEIRA
“Best idea you’ve ever had,”Jack says in an aching sigh of relief.
