Leave Mary Jane Alone

Chapter Thirty.

This wasn't like the time before. I wasn't shy with just Oliver and even if I should have been.

"I want you to take me." I whispered. I was already on the bed and this only expedited what would happen. All I could give him was me whether it was enough or not. His eyes only opened a fraction more before returning back to his look of concentration.

"You're sure you're ready?" He asked me but even as he asked he was pulling his shirt over his head life it was on fire. I nodded. I looked at Oliver. I wanted him. I looked around wanting to remember this.

His room away from home was just as beautiful if not more. He has a dresser long ways with a big mirror. It stood on the wall opposite of us and I could see Oliver's tattoos on his back. It was intricate. Words of a different language laid permanently on his skin. I saw lips. Numbers. A compass. Arrows, hands reaching out to flowers but the flowers had thorns that looked like knives and the roots were words too. All of this made it's way around a circle and inside it was an eye of some type. The eye was so realistic that I was shocked as I looked at it. Then at us. Then at his tattoo that went from one shoulder blade to his other one. 'Forgive us for we know not what we do' it said. Large bold letters.

I was on my back with Oliver kissing me over and over. Heaven. My legs had opened and he was between them. My eyes widened at the erection Oliver sported. Then I thought about the pain I was about to be in because of it. I had this thing, when I was scared sometimes I laughed. I began to laugh! This interrupted Oliver's lips on my neck and he pulled back.

"You know, laughing isn't exactly what I expected. But please enlighten me." He didn't seem frustrated. In fact he seemed to want to laugh too. "I knew you'd be special."

"It's stupid, I'm ready and that's what matters. Now come here." I mumbled as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

He grabbed the sides of my body and ran his hands down until he reached my thighs. He pulled me closed until I could feel him about to enter me. Then he closed my legs around his waist.

"You're so fucking wonderful. I can't believe you're with me. Fuck, okay I need you to relax baby. I'm going to make this as easy for you as possible okay? You can be comfortable with me." He whispered as he began to push into me.

I did feel him. I began to feel full of him and I loved it. I ground into him wanting more. He was going too slow for me.

"Are you in any pain?" He asked me. I hadn't felt any. All I felt was desire, lust, and an itch only Oliver could scratch.

"Fuck me now." Those were the only three words I could get out.

Oliver pushed the rest of his length into me without hesitation and I moaned. His elbows were on either side of my head as he gave another thrust. In his next thrust I met him with equal passion. Again and again and again. Vocally I went from moaning to screaming. I needed faster. I needed harder. My legs only pulled him closer and closer as I tried to get him as deep as possible.

"You're so fucking wet. Fuck, fuck, fuck Mary Jane." Guttural and loudly he continued to ram into me.

As he fucked me, I found my fingers in his hair and my lips on his neck. It was like I couldn't decide between kissing, sucking, or telling him how badly I needed all of him. Just when I felt myself about to explode he slowed down pace but thrust just as hard. Just as passionate. Then he lifted my leg and went deeper than I thought he could. I thought my guts would rearrange.

"Fuck me Oliver oh fuck!" I couldn't help how I sounded like a train wreck. Before I could stop myself I was over the edge in another zone. Completely delirious. My eyes shut tight.

"Look at me. Open your eyes and look at me baby." Oliver commanded and I obeyed. My nails found their way into his back and I hoped to not cause damage.

My complete high and complete unraveling was Oliver's. It belonged to him. As I came he continued to thrust and I continued to squirm under him until the wave was over. It seemed to last until infinity. Ecstasy rained over every inch of my body until I found my eyes closing.

When I awoke it was late. Oliver and I weren't clothed but we were warm under our blanket. I looked over at my fleeting piece of heaven. I looked at his scar on his eye brow. I looked at his lips that parted slightly as he slept. He had no freckles. His eye brow piercing was fine as hell. He'd managed to grow some hairs on his chin and jawline, but he still looked boyish and charming. I placed my lips on him and he was so soft. He looked like he'd be a brick but this was flesh. Soft flesh. I had to leave him, but I couldn't just go.

I bit his bottom lip and pulled a little causing his eyes to pop open. In an instant I went from beside him to on top of him via his large hands.

"Don't start something you can't finish." He muttered with a little sleep lingering in his voice.

"Believe me. You're going to finish Oliver." I whispered to him.

My lips went from hip lip to his chin. To his neck. Abdomen. Pelvis. Him. I opened my mouth to Oliver in some kind of hope that he would forgive me based on what I was doing. Fully, my head my down then up. Then down. Then my hand would work some. Then my mouth. One of his hands found my hair and the other found a pillow to strangle.

"MaryMaryMary I- fuck!" He took in a breath sharply as I continued sucking and licking and squeezing and cupping. "I'm about to- I'm about to!" Come. I wanted him to. Earlier he hadn't. He'd let me have my time and I needed him to have his.

I didn't stop until he was done. His breathing stopped being so sporadic. I kissed his cheek then removed myself from on top of him. He took a while but finally at two in the morning he fell asleep and I picked up my cell phone he gave me to call a taxi. Before I left, I took a picture of his face at peace. It was probably the last time I'd see him so serene and I had to save it. I waited outside then dashed when it was time. The whole ride in the taxi I didn't cry. I didn't cry as I walked into my home that I hadn't been to since yesterday. It felt like so long now. But I did cry when I laid down.

I love Oliver. He was the saving grace that I needed. The fire that I needed to explode. The water I needed to flourish. So I bawled and I bawled. I screamed. I buried my head into my pillow until I felt like my soul would claw it's way out just to breath. An ocean found its way out of my tears that night. I slept crying. I woke up crying. I screamed and cried in the shower. My heart tried to rip itself from me as I got dressed. Then I missed the bus and I couldn't take a step without a thousand tears falling.

So I went back home. I laid down. I looked up to heaven and pleaded for this type of pain to go away. He would never trust me again. Never smile at me again. Never touch me again. It hurt. It fucking hurt me. So much.

My phone rang and I just knew it was him. I looked to see that it was. I ignored it. Then I blocked his number. It took so much energy that I could only go back to sleep. And cry. This fucking hurt.