He smirked against her lips when she kissed him harder and she was thankful, because she knew him well enough to know that he wouldn’t ask questions or talk anymore he’d just get on with it. He kissed her back just as hard causing her to moan against his lips as his hand ran across her chest and slipped down her body to her shorts. He slid them off quickly, before he slipped a hand into her panties and rubbed between her legs, causing her to arch her hips into his touch as she let out desperate breath moans. His touch set her entire body on fire from the inside out. His lips making their way along her jaw and down her neck as they continued lower.
His lips moved along her chest, stomach, hips and thighs, moving along every single inch of her skin. He made was driving her absolutely crazy and had her to the point that she was trembling at his every touch and she hated that he was the only one who’d ever have that kind of effect on her. He knew how to work her, letting his lips linger, to the point that she was ready to murder someone if that what he wanted her to do, before he finally fucked her.
“Fuck” she breathed as his lips moved along her pantie line, it was worse than being tortured waiting for him to fuck her. He hooked his thumbs under the hips of her panties, slipping them off and bringing his lips down on the inside of her thigh. “If you don’t fuck me…” her voice was breathy as she tried to focus on getting her words out. “I’m going to kick your ass.” She managed.
They’d fucked for a long time, to be honest she wasn’t entirely sure what time they’d gotten to the beach or even when they’d started having sex, all she knew was by the time he rolled off her the sun was starting to come up and her body physically couldn’t go any longer. She’d gone as long as she possibly could, because she didn’t want the night to end. It was incredible, far better than the sex they’d had the night before. This had been passionate, tender, and making up for lost time. She wanted to spend forever out there with him on the beach, but in soon they’d be tossed back into their fucked up lives, where everyone knew every single detail about them and normal was so far out of reach it wasn’t even worth trying to achieve.
She lit herself a cigarette, not bothering to get dress just yet, despite the fact that off in the distance, she could see surfers walking towards the water, ready to catch the mornings high tide waves. She didn’t say anything to him, just lend her head on his shoulder, there wasn’t anything she could say to him that she had already expressed and she knew anything that came out of her mouth would probably ruin the bittersweet moment, so she simply let out a breath of smoke before taking another drag.
Her desperate moan against his lips made him smirk against her lips. He liked driving her crazy, because that’s what drove him. Her hand slipped up under his shirt as he continued to kiss her and her skin on his skin was like pure fire. Her fingertips teasing him as she ran them along the waistline of his jeans making him want her and making it hard for him to wait, her touch did things to him that he couldn’t quite explain. She was his heroine and he’d choose her over any drug any day of the weak, because being with her was a different kind of high.
She hooked her fingers into his belt loops, pulling his body closer and she let out another moan as she slipped her hand into his jeans making him smirk wickedly as she started touching him teasingly. He was finding it harder to wait, considering earlier they’d been interrupted and he honestly just wanted to finish what they’d started earlier.
He removed his hand from her neck and quickly pulled her shirt off tossing it aside, before slipping off her already cut bra. His lips came back down on hers as his hands roughly groped her chest. He groaned as she continued to touch him, making him quicken his pace, because he honestly just wanted to get on with it. He slipped off his leather jacket followed by his own shirt. He hadn’t gone back to kissing her until he’d lit himself a cigarette and taken a long drag off of it. Oliver was ridiculously good at multi-tasking, while he fucked someone. Which made most girls convinced he wasn’t really into fucking them, because on several occasions, he’d start shooting up, in the middle of sex and didn’t bother stopping. It was who he was, which only added to his bad boy reputation.
He rested the cigarette between his lips as he used one hand to rub her chest again, and his other hand expertly, unbuttoned her shorts. There was absolutely no denying that Oliver was incredible at sex, it was just as natural to him as breathing. He slipped off her shorts and panties sliding them down her legs, before moving to unbutton his jeans. He grabbed her wrist then and pulled it out of his jeans, before sliding his jeans off. Finally he gripped her hips and lifted her up wrapping her legs around his waist.
“Hold this for me babe.” He smirked placing his cigarette between her lips. His lips came down on her chest, his lips trailed every inch of her chest slowly, letting his lips linger on her skin, the drugs intensifying nearly everything; from the smoothness and burning of her skin to the way he could literally feel her heart racing just underneath her skin.
His hand rubbing the inside of her thigh roughly, before finally he pulled away, taking his cigarette back and with her legs still wrapped around his waist and him keeping her back pinned tightly against the wall, he started fucking her roughly.