Page 22 of Husband of the Year
“Delicious,” I say, licking the tip of my finger. “You did miss me.”
There’s more shooting, and Olan’s abs catch his release like a gutter, draining it down toward his neatly trimmed pubic hair. He is meticulous with everything. But now, under me, with Marvin Gaye serenading us through it, he’s come undone, and it makes my entire soul levitate.
“I did. So much.”
When he finishes, I pause, but don’t pull out.
“Give me a second.”
He covers his face in the crook of his elbow, but I can hear him panting, and it’s so damn sexy.
“Olan, you can have all the time in the world.” I glance at the clock. “It’s only eight forty-five.”
Olan laughs at my time check, but hey, we have to get up early tomorrow.
“Okay. I’m good.”
Unlike me, Olan is perfectly happy to keep getting fucked once he’s come. When he’s topping, if I come first, it’s all over. But not him. He loves it. And who am I to say no to that handsome face?
“I’ll be quick,” I say, lifting his legs and taking a peek at my cock, still lodged inside his hole.
“Take your time.” Olan moves his hands behind his head like he’s lying on a blanket in the park about to watch fireworks dance across the sky. My fireworks. Blasting inside him.
“Can I just…” I pull out of him, move back, and pop his dick in my mouth, sucking the cum off, licking and cleaning him with my tongue. The sensation of him inside my mouth, even for a brief moment, sends a surge of pleasure through my body. My cock becomes even harder as my impending orgasm approaches.
“Now…” I gingerly turn him over, and Olan, knowing what I want, arches his back, exposing himself. “I’m ready for this.”
I lightly slap his ass cheek, and Olan chuckles. “I kindly request the return of your dick…” He reaches back and points to his ass. “Here.”
A quick laugh escapes my mouth and I brace myself on the bed, leaning over him, and guiding myself back inside. Now that he’s come, Olan’s attention shifts solely to my pleasure. With a wide grin on his face, he reaches back, pulling and tweaking at my nipple.
“There you go,” he purrs, grinding back onto my dick. “Fill me up like you love me. Give it all to me.”
This chatty-during-sex Olan makes the fire in my belly ignite and, at this angle, I’m able to slam into him. His voice. His hand. His ass. All of him. My orgasm prickles, and I pull out because today, I’m in a marking mood.
“Babe. Oh yeah. Plaster me.” Olan’s fingers crawl under my cock, massaging my balls and intensifying the pleasure until I can’t hold back any longer, and I explode, painting his back with my release. “Whoa. I guess you missed me too, eh?”
“Olan…” I collapse next to him and kiss his shoulder. “I miss you every second we’re not together.”
“Come here.” Not wanting to turn over and get the bed messy, Olan points to his mouth.
Our lips brush, and I sigh into him.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” I reach for a washcloth in the nightstand drawer.
As soon as I turn away, Olan says, “I can’t wait to marry you.”
I carefully wipe him clean, taking pleasure in attending to his care. “Me too.”
“Now, let’s get some sleep.” Olan rolls over, opens his arm, and pats his chest.
With my head nestled against his shoulder and a smile painted on my face as we drift off to sleep, our bodies buzz with the euphoria of the mind-blowing sex we just shared. I can’t believe I get to marry him. It’s a dream come true.
CHAPTER NINE
The first week back after break flies by in a whirlwind. By Friday afternoon, it seems impossible that Olan and I were in Mexico only a week ago. This is what nobody talks about when it comes to vacations. The weight of reality smashes to bits any relaxation points gained.
I sit in a chair, surrounded by the class who are bundled up like little dumplings, waiting for dismissal. “Let’s start the weekend off right by sharing any plans we have,” I say.
