Blurred Sentimentality

Desperate (Ch. 54)

Olivia

I, Olivia Oakley, never thought I'd ever say these words anytime soon: I, Olivia Oakley, lost my virginity to Chaz Carter.

I remembered every single thing about last night, like I was still experiencing it. Holy shit, it was amazing, but I'd never say that to Chaz. My body was still sore as I turned over and glanced at Chaz, who was lying on his stomach, fast asleep.

At least I still had some time to arrange my thoughts before he woke up and scattered them even more. I told him to not think for two minutes, and hell, things escalated quickly. Each time I looked at him I got a mixture of lust and pleasure in my heart. I never got enough of him, but I never thought that this was what we both needed.

The environment was perfect. Dim lights, empty apartment, soft sheets and us. His minty breath was brushing my skin gently as his fingertips scanned my body. He was whispering things in my ear that I didn't pay much attention to, because I couldn't. Who would pay attention to what anyone was saying when that glorious body was on top of you? I was hell of distracted.

I didn't know where we were going before he ripped my shirt, sending buttons flying everywhere. I had no idea what I wanted, but when his lips covered mine again, I was certain I wanted him as much as he wanted me. His lips tasted like honey over mines, but felt like lava on my skin.

He was still talking to me, but I still couldn't pay attention. Every time we stopped to gasp for breath, I would immediately pull him back in. His slightest touch sent me moaning, not because of the expert way he did it, but because no one ever touched me like that.

He was taking his time and enjoying every move. I couldn't think of a part of me that he didn't cover with his lips. He looked dead sexy. With only tight black jeans and his exposed v-line he pulled me on top of his lap.

Even in that heated time, he had to fit in some of his jokes that I didn't pay attention to. I remember telling him to take me, and he asked if I wanted to get pregnant. He then laughed lightly and went to his closet as I finally got a break from the intensity.

He came back short after, taking his time like he was testing my patience. I ordered him again, and I remember him whispering in my ear that we had all night. It really was intense.

After another ride of slow, passionate moves, he was talking to me again, and I didn't hear him. It seemed like he was asking me a question, but I only kept repeating my order.

By the time he finally made my wish come true, I was literally crying in pain and pleasure. The feeling was new and good, and the first round only fueled my desperation.

Now, I turned and looked at his angelic face, sleeping peacefully. Little did anyone know he could turn into a devil in a split second. Between the good, satisfying emotions of yesterday, I couldn't help but be a little jealous of all the girls he took to bed. I knew that it was his past, and now it was just me and him, but the thought invaded a few cells at the back of my brain.

It was a chilly morning, and the thick blanket wasn't enough. I tried scanning the room from my position for my clothes, but they were mostly ripped or lost.

I sighed and turned to stare at Chaz again. Damn. He was handsome. I couldn't look at him without remembering last night and turning my own face as red as tomatoes. Knowing Chaz, he was going to tease me about it, so I fixed my expression and decided to take a shower.