Chapter 2
"Wait, Aly, slow down," Oliver said as she fumbled with the buttons on his favorite soft blue button-down shirt.
Her blue eyes instantly filled with embarrassment. She quickly looked away but he hooked a finger under her chin and drew her face up to his. "Don't be ashamed."
"I just thought…" Her face turned as red as her hair and he decided it was an endearing sight. Truly. Everything about her was. This whole thing had begun as a way to hold onto his job and now… Now he enjoyed her company more than words could say.
"We've got all night," Oliver explained.
"I know. I guess I'm just a bit anxious … Grandfather thinks I'm upstairs at the mansion nursing a headache and here I am… It's scary, Oliver. Scary and… exciting too. I've never done anything like this before."
"I am sorry you had to make up an excuse to see me."
"I'm not," Aly said with a shy grin as she shifted on his lap. She sat there all the time and it felt so right. The truth was that he wanted to make love to her. He wanted it very badly but he also knew she was a virgin and that he wanted to make tonight as special as it could be.
"It's worth it to see you," she went on. "Eventually Grandfather will figure out that I'm a grown up woman who doesn't need his permission for anything – a grown up woman with healthy desires."
Oliver smirked and ran his fingers through her soft, long locks. "Your desires are healthy and normal, Aly. Honestly they are."
"That's what Hope told me too."
Oliver's face must have registered his surprise because Aly quickly grabbed him by the shoulders. "Oh, Oliver, don't be mad that I talked to her. Please. It's just … I needed to confide in someone, you know. Besides, she saw us coming out of the lab this afternoon with our faces all flushed and –"
Oliver sighed. "She's my ex."
"I know. Are you mad at me?"
"No, of course not. It's just … Well, what else did she tell you?"
"That I need to be safe," Aly said. "Do you – do you have –"
"Condoms?"
"Yes." Aly sighed and dropped her head against his chest. "I can't stop blushing. But when you actually see me naked… Ollie, what if you don't like what you see?"
Oliver cinched his arms around her tiny waist and leaned down to kiss the lobe of her ear. He felt her shiver under the graze of his lips. He whispered in her ear, "Are you kidding? I already like what I see. You're strong, brave and impossibly gorgeous. Trust me, I'm going to love every inch of you and every second that I'm inside of you."
Aly looked up at him. Her eyes were dewy. "You really mean that, don't you?"
"Yes, absolutely." He dropped his head to kiss her and their tongues danced together until they both had to come up for air. They were both panting. The look in Aly's eyes was driving him wild. He felt his body reacting big time.
"You're turning me on, Miss F."
Aly smiled. "You are making me feel that way too," she said sheepishly. "Oliver, I don't want to wait anymore. Please make me yours now. Please."
"You don't have to ask me again," Oliver said. "But not here. Not on this ratty old sofa. No, we have to do things right."
"How?"
"Just come with me."
She stood up and he grasped her hand firmly in his, intertwining their fingers. He led her to his room. "Get comfortable," he said. She slowly, almost hesitantly let go of his hand, and moved over to the bed, perching on the end of it.
Oliver grabbed a book of matches and started to light the candles in the room. He had picked them up at the market on the way home from Forrester. His whole body tingled as he realized he was going to be taking the virginity of a very sweet, innocent girl. He had been with plenty of women by now – some more experienced than others – but this felt like a sacred act somehow. He was duty-bound to make her feel as special as she was.
He turned to look at her as he set down the matchbook. In the shadows of the room, he could see the expectant smile on her face. "It's beautiful."
"You're beautiful," Oliver returned.
"Ollie –"
"It's true." He moved over to the bed and pointed to the space beside her on the mattress. "May I?"
"Yes," Aly replied. She scooted over a bit and Oliver settled onto the bed next to her. He then turned on the bed to face her. He drew her to him and began to kiss her, slowly and gently at first. He felt some of her anxiousness melt away with each kiss and he was glad. He so wanted her to enjoy this.
While they kissed he gently reached out and ran a thumb over her nipple. She stiffened and then slackened as he repeated the motion, this time lingering there longer. "Oliver," she murmured softly as he cupped her pert breasts in his hands now. He lightly rubbed her nipples through her top. Her knees spasmed a bit and he smiled.
He slid his hands around her back and fingered the clasp of her bra through her shirt. He reached down to grasp the hem of the blouse. He heard her suck in a ragged breath as he slowly eased the fabric up over her head. She sat there in a pink bra and he smiled.
"You can breathe now," Oliver said. "You're perfect." He leaned in to kiss her while his fingers flicked the clasp on her bra. The material fell away and her soft, pink breasts tumbled free. "Aly, you're beautiful. So beautiful." His voice was full of awe.
Aly shivered as he lightly pushed her down on the mattress. He lay down beside her and lightly swirled a finger around her puckered left nipple. "Can I taste you?" He asked, his voice hoarse. Aly looked startled at first and then nodded eagerly.
He pressed a hand to her flat belly holding her in place as he lightly massaged her warm skin. She bucked in anticipation and finally he darted out his tongue and grazed the nipple. She mewled as he sucked the nipple into his mouth, running his tongue over the sensitive bud until it pebbled in his greedy mouth.
Her hands found the roots of his shaggy hair and she tugged on them as she pressed up into his mouth. He massaged her other breast as he kept up his tortuous treatment with his mouth. She whimpered. "Please, Oliver, please. Let me … Oh god." She came off the bed and more of her tit met his tongue. He smiled and lightly nipped the bud. Her body shook. He looked up to see her eyes darken with pleasure.
"Oliver, what –"
"Enjoy it," he said, winking at her as he went to minister to the other peak. She was having her first orgasm and he loved that he was the one giving her that kind of intense pleasure.
"That feels so good," Aly moaned as he lapped at her nipple with his tongue. She shuddered again as he looked up and his eyes met her stormy ones.
"That's just the beginning," Oliver said. He now moved low on the bed and pried at the button on her dark denim skirt. "I won't lie. There is going to be some pain the first time but I'll be holding you through it."
"Okay," Aly agreed. "I can handle it as long as you're the one here with me."
Oliver grinned. "Always. I want to be the only guy who ever sees you like this." He undid the button and reached for the sides of her skirt. He gave the material a tug and Aly lifted off the bed. She was only in pink panties now and he almost lost his ability to breathe this time.
"You will be, Oliver. There can never be anyone else!" She cried out.
He finally found words. "I'm glad." His hand came to settle on her impossibly lean hip and she squirmed in anticipation. He gently stroked the skin of her right thigh and then moved a finger up her leg. It came to dance across the hem of her panties and he could feel they were already damp with arousal. He just smiled like the cat that ate the canary.
He hooked an index finger under the fabric and she whimpered anew. "Please, Ollie…"
He moved his finger across her warm skin, nestling in the soft, damp curls. She cried out as he traced the folds of her pussy lips. He finally nudged her legs wider with his knee and slowly worked his finger inside of her. He felt the slickness of her heat as he went deeper. She immediately clamped down around his digit and she squeezed him between her quaking legs.
"Oliver, this feels … Amazing!" She gasped out as he lightly ran his finger over her sensitive pink sex. He thrust in and out gently and when she came this time, she screamed. Loudly.
"Oliver! That was seriously … like nothing I've ever felt!" She leaned up to kiss him and he lightly brushed her cheek.
"Time to get myself undressed," Oliver said with a teasing look in his eye. The truth was that he was dying to be inside of her. His dick was straining against the fabric of his jeans. He couldn't remember ever being so turned on before. Seeing the look of wanton pleasure on her pretty face drove him almost over the edge of no return.
He knew he had to take it slow though. He didn't want to hurt her, not at all.
He looked into her eyes. "Help me get undressed, Miss F." It was a gentle command and she nodded. Her tongue briefly darted across her lips and she looked completely concentrated on getting him naked.
He was soon as naked as she was. He smiled at her as her eyes traveled hungrily down his taut body. Then her eyes widened as she saw his shaft. "Ohmigod… That's really big!" She said. "It really is going to hurt huh?"
"I'll be as gentle as I can. If you want to stop now, it'll be difficult but I can put on the brakes for you."
"Oh you're so sweet but I don't want to stop now."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
He nodded. He leaned over her to open the dresser drawer. He handed her the condom and whispered, "Put it on me, Aly."
She looked up at him and her face flamed. She nodded and went to rip open the package. She looked at the plastic sheath and smiled coyly as it dangled between her fingers. She then moved to him and began to roll it down his engorged shaft. "Am I-?"
"You're doing great," he promised, feeling intense pleasure as her hands lightly grazed his heated skin. He jerked and willed himself to hold on a bit longer.
Finally it was fitted on and she looked up at him in wonder. "I'll be gentle," he vowed again. Then he slowly eased his body down atop hers. He paused, giving her a moment to adjust to his weight. His dick bumped against her belly and she sighed softly.
He reached between them and began to fondle her pussy lips, moving deeper to press his thumb against her clit. She moaned and then he was pressing his dick into her. She moaned and he stopped moving as he felt her trying to adjust to his thickness. He pushed into her again and she cried out as the last barrier between them was obliterated. He reached out and brushed his finger over her lips. "Are you okay?" He asked.
She looked up at him. Honesty and love shown in her eyes. "Yes, I'm sore but I'm fine."
He began to gently thrust in and out of her. His hands rested on her hips now. She was soon rising off the bed to meet him.
When they finally came together, he lightly pulled out of her and rested his head between the valley of her breasts. They were both breathing heavily. When Oliver met her eyes, there were tears in them.
"Aly," he said. "Ohmigod did I-"
"I'm fine, Oliver. More than fine actually. I feel so happy. I feel so free. I love you!" she cried out.
For a moment, Oliver didn't know how to reply and then he nodded, realizing in his head what his heart already knew.
"I love you too, Alexandria Forrester."
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