(18+ only) Ollie and Leora's Whirlwinded Romance

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(Leora's POV)

I woke up, hearing Ollie whimpering. He was fidgeting in bed and sounded like he was breathing heavily. I frowned, knowing he was having another nightmare.
He had not had any nightmares for quite some time. Perhaps having to deal with all of the recent changes in our lives had stressed him out.
He started groaning, and I gently reached out for him, gently placing my hand on his chest. His heart was racing and it made me feel anxious. Whatever he was dreaming about was bad. He started feel very warm under my touch.
"Ollie," I gently said to him, rubbing his chest.
Ollie snapped his eyes open, still breathing heavily. He closed his eyes, struggling to catch his breath.
"Ollie. I'm here. It's okay. You were having a nightmare."
Ollie started to cry and covered his face.
"I'm here if you want to talk about it," I said, gently rubbing over his chest, arms, and shoulder.
He was making noise, but I couldn't understand what he said. He decided to sit up in bed, and I moved away from him to give him space. He moved his pillows against the back of the bed before sitting back. Tears were rolling down his face, and he looked deeply hurt and irritated. He moved his hands into his hair and gritted his teeth with his eyes tightly closed. I guessed that he was angry and frustrated with himself.
I moved in front of him, leaned over, and kissed both of his eyes.
Once I pulled back, he looked at me and he seemed incredibly moved by my gesture. I kissed his lips and he soon opened his mouth to deepen the kiss. He hummed, and I could tell the tension in his body was already leaving.
"I love you," he said, then quickly continued his kissing.
I pulled back from our passionate kiss, and he tried to pull me back in.
"Wait. Do you want to talk about the bad dream you had?"
"Just keep kissing me first. I'll tell you once we're done, I promise."
I moved back over his mouth and became lost in his kisses...we were already naked from earlier in the evening. Ollie started grabbing my pussy and I gyrated my hips in approval.
We broke off our kiss, and I went on my back. He quickly moved to open my legs and insert his erection inside of me. He moaned and took a moment to rest his cock inside of me. He leaned down and kissed my neck before he started to move.
Normally, he would be done shortly afterwards. Instead, he was rhythmically thrusting his hard dick inside of me, stopping only to lick and suck on my neck before continuing. His stamina was getting better. I wrapped my arms around him as he continued to make love to me and wrapped my legs around his lower half. He felt so good. He kept filling up my entire vagina and not leaving an inch of space. He started pressing his weight into my lower body and I started being transported to another time and place...I just wanted him to keep going and going for as long as he could.
He soon was swearing as he started to slow down his thrusting. I felt him come, hard, inside of me. And I felt myself contracting over his dick.
I was worried about all of the hickeys he had just left behind over my neck as I felt the discomfort radiate. But I could always wear a turtleneck until the marks went away.
Ollie went and took off the condom and threw it away before coming back.
"I didn't go too crazy, did I?" he gently asked me.
"I can wear a turtleneck."
"I'm sorry I just...I started and I didn't want to stop."
"It's okay. You were really upset and I wanted to do anything that I could to help you feel better."
"Yeah," he said, before going silent.
"What did you dream about that upset you so much?"
"It was a dream about the gray dust incident..."