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fifty-four

Olive

Lane is quiet the entire walk back to his penthouse. I know he wants this as much as I do, but he’s still nervous.

And that just makes me fall in love with him even more.

He’s so caring, so kind and considerate that he’s worried I’m not sure of this.

But I am.

I want him so badly that it’s starting to drive me physically insane. I want that connection with Lane. I want him to have that connection with me.

We get to his building, and he holds me against him as we ride up to his penthouse, planting soft kisses on my head the entire way. When the elevator doors open, Lane takes my hand and leads me inside, stopping us in the kitchen and lifting me onto the kitchen island.

He kisses me deeply, letting his desire for me show, though I can feel it for myself as his hips rest against me. I pick my legs up briefly, intentionally dragging them over the front of his sweatpants.

“Fuck, Olive…” he groans, staring at me with heat in his eyes.

“You’re worrying too much,” I say. “I meant what I said.”

“You’re sure you want this?”

“Positive. I want you so damn bad, so please just take me to bed and fuck me.”

Lane throws his head back and takes a deep breath, likely trying to keep from getting worked up. “I’m not fucking you tonight, Olive.”

“What?” I look at him in disbelief. “I just told you I want you.”

Before I can spiral over what he’s saying, he silences me with a kiss.

“I’m not fucking you because your first time should be memorable.

It’s going to be emotional, so it should be passionate and show you how incredible sex can be when you’re with someone you care about.

I’ll make love to you tonight, and I’ll fuck you tomorrow. ”

“Will you take me to bed then?”

“I’ve dreamed about having you in my bed for so long,” he murmurs against my lips as he picks me up, planting his hands under my ass as I wrap my legs around his waist.

“So strong,” I tease.

“Professional athlete, remember?”

“Lucky me,” I say as we cross the threshold into his bedroom. Lane kicks the door closed behind him and sits me on the edge of the bed.

“I love you,” he says softly, slipping his hands under my sweatshirt and bra, teasing the undersides of my breasts with his thumbs.

“I love you, too.”

Lane kisses me sweetly before taking my shirt by the hem and pulling it over my head, leaving me in my newest lace bra.

“Blue?” He licks his lip as he runs his thumb over the fabric.

“Your favorite color.”

I always knew where I wanted tonight to end up, so I dressed for the part. This isn’t a rushed decision of mine; I’ve thought about this far longer than he realizes.

“Fucking beautiful, baby,” he rasps, slipping his hands into the waistband of my leggings and pushing them down my legs. He takes note of the matching thong I’m wearing. “Goddamn.”

“You like this set?” I ask, tone teasing.

“You have no fucking idea how much I like that.”

“I like it, too,” I breathe, resting my hand on the back of his head. “But I still think you should take it off.”

“Turns me on when you tell me what you want.” Lane reaches around my back and unhooks the bra, and I let the lace fall from my arms as he slips my panties down my legs, leaving me naked in front of him.

I reach forward, taking his shirt by the hem and pulling it over his head. “I do like my eye candy.”

Lane chuckles before he gently pushes my legs open and falls to his knees. “Legs over my shoulders, Livvy. Need to taste that pussy again before I get to slip inside of it.”

I quickly comply, eager to have his mouth between my legs. With my knees resting on his shoulders, he places his hands on the insides of my thighs and spreads me further apart.

Without warning, he leans forward, taking a languid stroke. “Lane!” I cry.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”

“So good,” I moan. “I love your tongue.”

“You’re gonna like my cock even more.” The words travel straight to my core. “Mmm, my girl likes it when I talk dirty. You just pulsed around my tongue.”

“I do,” I breathe, heart racing. “I like everything you do, baby.”

Lane groans, and I see him slip his hand under the waistband of his sweatpants. “Fuck, Liv.”

Feeling bold, I decide to tease him. “You like eating me so much that you can’t help but touch yourself, huh?”

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters. “You’re becoming quite vocal.”

Lane starts teasing my clit as I go to respond, my words coming out barely coherent. “Just… a…. little… bit… Fuck, this feels incredible.”

I feel him smile against me before he thrusts his tongue inside me, bringing his thumb up to rub my clit. I can hardly stay still, and when he brings his tongue back to his prior spot and spears a finger inside me, he already has me close to falling apart.

“You’re close, baby. Your cunt is trying to strangle my finger. Just let go and let me taste my favorite meal.”

His filthy words send me over the edge. I cry out his name as Lane works me through my orgasm, not stopping until he’s pulled every drop from me.

He kisses his way up my body as I catch my breath, flicking his tongue over my nipples as he passes by. When his lips meet mine, I taste myself on him, and it just makes me want him that much more.

I run my hands down his bare chest before slipping them into the waistband of his sweatpants. He takes the hint and pushes them down his legs, sending his boxers with them.

Lane was full of dirty talk when his face was between my thighs, but he’s switched up entirely now, showing tenderness and love instead. “Move up the bed and rest your head on the pillows. I want you to be comfortable.”

I get into position, and he follows, kissing me lovingly as he comes to rest between my legs.

“Lane,” I breathe, nerves flowing through me. “I know I was sick before, but I’m… clean… now. And I don’t need birth control.”

His gaze is heavy as it meets mine. “What are you saying, Olive?”

I let out a deep breath. “You don’t need to use a condom if you don’t want to.”

Lane rests his forehead against mine. “What do you want? Do you want me to use one?”

I shake my head and speak softly. “No. I know you’ve probably done that before—”

“Never,” he replies emphatically.

“But Sage…”

“Came from a broken condom,” he laughs lightly. “I’ve never gone bare with anyone, Olive. Haven’t even wanted to until you.”

“Then do it with me.”

Lane’s hazel eyes shine so brightly as he positions himself between my legs, the head of his cock notching at my entrance.

“I’ll go slow,” he says quietly. “And we’ll stop if it hurts.”

“Okay,” I nod.

Lane keeps his eyes on me as he starts to push inside, and I gasp as soon as he does. His breathing is heavy as he moves deeper, slowly working his entire length into me. The sting I feel is temporary and is soon replaced by a feeling unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

It’s sublime and deep and intense.

It’s everything.

“How are you feeling?” he breathes. “Are you okay?”

I lean up and kiss him. “I’m perfect, Lane.”

“Do you want me to start moving?”

“Please,” I beg.

Lane slowly pulls out before pushing back inside more quickly. “Fuuuck,” he moans, not masking his enjoyment. “You feel fucking incredible.”

“So do you. I feel so full.”

“I told you I was bigger than Delaney,” he smirks and any nerves I was feeling before have dissipated.

This is still Lane. My Lane. The man I love with every part of me.

He owns my mouth with his, thrusting slowly before picking up the pace, though he’s still gentle. He’s moving faster, but he still takes his time, letting me savor every delicious inch of him inside of me.

Our connection grows deeper with every thrust, and I’m so overwhelmed by everything I’m feeling right now. Tears prick the corners of my eyes before one breaks free, spilling down my cheek. Lane takes his thumb and wipes it away.

“I’m sorry,” I say, voice breaking. “I don’t know why—”

Lane stops moving and rests his palm against my cheek. “I told you that sex was emotional. This is your first time, Olive. You’re feeling a lot of things you’ve never felt. That’s normal , and it’s okay.”

I smile through my tears. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, baby.”

Without another word, he starts moving again, and I allow myself to live in the moment. To freely feel everything I’m experiencing as Lane moves inside of me. The emotions don’t go away, but they ground me to him, allowing me to feel like we’re one, sharing an incredible experience together.

I run my hands down his back and rest them just above his backside, pulling him closer.

“You feel too good, Liv,” he grunts. “I can’t last much longer.”

“Will you come inside me?” I ask softly. “I want to know what that’s like.”

Lane doesn’t reply, but he does start moving faster, chasing his release. With the angle of his body, his pelvis rubs against my clit, and it’s not long before I’m clenching around him, reaching my second orgasm of the night.

“Olive!” he yells, hips stilling as I feel him pulsing inside of me, letting every bit of his warmth fill me.

We both slowly catch our breath before he pulls out of me, and I feel his release dripping down my legs. Lane’s eyes are glued to the spot, and he takes a finger and drags it through.

“Lane…”

“You’re so full of me,” he smiles softly.

“I am,” I breathe.

Lane leans down and kisses me. “How are you feeling right now?”

“I feel great,” I admit. “There’s no one better for me to have shared my virginity with.”

“Thank you for trusting me, Olive. I love you.”

“I love you, Lane. Thank you for being everything I need.”

“I’ll always be what you need. Forever.”

Lane and I enjoy the moment for a while longer before he helps me clean myself up and gets me some water to rehydrate. After, we slip under the covers, cuddling each other until we fall asleep.