Leave Mary Jane Alone

Chapter Eight.

"Good morning sunshine. Sleep well?" He stretched and I watch his muscles tighten and loosen.

His body was just as beautiful as his morning voice and face. His room was neat. I hadn't looked at it fully but it was covered white. White carpet and door and walls and the sun even seemed to agree. I nodded at him. "I slept like a baby." I heard my voice lazily call to him as he brushed his teeth.

"Just say the word and I'll give you one. Or two. Or ten."

I laughed at him. "You're so dirty Oliver." My cheeks weren't the only thing on fire. He nodded not needing to say anything.

"I want a round two." He suddenly demanded standing in front of me using those alluring eyes.

I stayed under the covers. "No no no, Freak. You get to stay right where you are. Back away." I couldn't be serious. Not until his lips shut me off. Then I was quiet. He laid me gently onto my back and put himself against me. I could feel him pressuring me and I liked it. His lips ran all over me. Freezing me and burning me equally. The noises coming out of me were embarrassing moans and high "Yes! Yes! Yes'!" Repeating.

   His eyes looked so determined as they daringly prodded at my own for more emotion and a hint. Because of him I was on edge. The white sheets were gripped tightly into my hand as he continued. Little lip caresses here and there didn't help. "Oliver! Oh my God- Oliver!" My voice rose higher to the point of bells ringing. It couldn't be helped with the way he moved. It was just right, the flicks, the motion, everything. I looked into his eyes and he grinned as he pushed onward. His mouth attached itself to my collar bone area and I received a painfully amazing love bite.

"Such a fucking Angel." His voice was somewhere between a growl and a moan between his lips and his air touched me. Finally I couldn't hold myself and began to succumb.

"Oliver y-yes! Oh! Harder! Oliver!" I barely got out before he pushed his magical mouth onto my own.

Our tongues mingled and I burst into bliss. I floated on a cloud breathing heavily as Oliver pulled me closer to him. He kissed my forehead sweetly. Forgetting all about getting up was an easy task with Oliver right next to me. I faced him and looked at the green in his eyes. "I'm in love with you Mary Jane." He said with his usual husky baritone voice. my heart sparked almost like I'd been hit, but I liked it. That meant it meant something.

"I'm in love with you, Olive-" My eyes popped open and I looked around left and right in a craze. Oliver's room was black. His bed was maroon colored and not white fur. He was snuggled onto me holding my waist and not giving me the highest pleasure possible. He did handsome and adorable very well as he laid there. I couldn't sit up as his arm weighed too much. He pulled me closer and closer until we may as well meshed. I could feel every part of him. All of him was hard. All of him. All. I wanted to scoot away just a bit. I needed room between us so I tried to inch away a little. "Baby could you stop?" Then he groaned sounding quite like my dream. I groaned trying to scoot away a little uncomfortable.

"Mmm Mary Jane. Babe. Oh fuck." He gripped me more now and held on tightly not letting me scoot.

His large hands squeezed on me forcing an unwanted moan. I hoped he hadn't heard hoped he hadn't heard but the dreamy smirk covering his lips gave it all away. Maybe I could be quieter if I bit my lips. His hand slid down to my ass and I couldn't help the peep that rushed out soon after.

"Oliver!" I'd shouted out.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck Mary Jane I'm gonna-" I slapped a hand over his mouth perhaps a bit too harshly. His eyes opened widely showing me the greens. He seemed dazed a bit. Trust me I know how you feel.