You Can Have My Heart (Oli Sykes Fan Fiction) COMPLETE

Make Love To Me

I sat up before he could do anything and pulled my dress off over my head. I had worn sexy, lacey white underwear on our date because, well you never know, so I was glad I had since I hadn't bothered to change into the super sexy lingerie that I'd planned on wearing. He shook his head with a smirk like he couldn't believe it when my dress came off and he saw what I was wearing, and it made me feel good. He didn't even have to say anything... I knew he liked it. I laid back on the bed and he came back over me and kissed me deeply, his lips leaving mine to kiss my cheek, my neck, my decolletage, my breasts – or at least what was escaping the lacy bra, my stomach, my abdomen, and then one last kiss right at at the edge of my underwear.
"You look so good, I almost don't want to take them off." he joked as he ran his finger along the top of them.
"Yes you do." I said cheekily.
"Yeah, you're right." he said with an amused tone before he gently slid them down my thighs, past my knees and eventually off past my tips of my toes. He kissed my thigh and moved his lips up in soft kisses, and I was trying to be ladylike and keep my legs together, but his hand slid between my thighs and I didn't try to resist. The way he took his time drove me crazy. He teased me, kissing me everywhere apart from exactly where I now desperately wanted him to, but he didn't keep me waiting too long; a minute or so of his game and his tongue was doing things to me that felt incredible and made my eyes roll back into my skull. It's amazing how three weeks of abstinence made this time almost feel like the first time again.

"You want me to take you all the way?" he asked as he noticed my body start to react after a surprisingly short few minutes. How was it happening this fast? But what kind of question was that anyway? Who would say no? I guess it was polite that he asked. "Mhmm..." I sounded without even opening my eyes. I held his hand as his tongue drove me crazy, but picturing what he was doing in my mind drove me absolutely insane. "Oli..." I said, feeling how quickly I was about to lose control, there wasn't a lot of warning this time at all. My body went chaotic and Oli literally had to use his arms to pin me down to keep doing what he was doing as I had the most intense orgasm I think I'd ever had. "Fuck!" I cried in pleasure as he just kept going, holding me down and not letting me get away from him. He wasn't going to let it subside or allow my body to stop shaking. It felt so good, but it was so intense and it wasn't going away, I just felt like every single muscle in my body was being electrocuted. "Stop!" I eventually said, as I felt like I couldn't handle any more. He immediately stopped, moving his lips to my thigh and kissing it as it trembled like crazy. I don't know what the hell was going on, but I felt like someone had just run electricity through my body and I was having involuntary aftershocks. Finally, I relaxed my legs and opened my eyes, I was totally exhausted, even though I had just been laying there. He came up the bed and hovered over me with a big smile on his face. "Happy?" he asked, clearly proud of himself.
"I do not know what the fuck just happened." I replied, staring right at him. I truly didn't, it was like nothing else. I could hardly believe that I'd actually told him to stop. "I do, it's what happens when I can't touch you for 3 whole weeks." he laughed cheekily. I guess he was right.

I took his face in my hands, lifted my head and kissed him gently. "You're amazing." I whispered. He held his forehead against mine and we just rested there for a second. "Oli..." I whispered, making him open his eyes to look at me. I felt so close to him, in every meaning of the word and I just felt like I wanted to somehow be even closer. "Make love to me." I said softly. He looked at me with an expression I hadn't seen before, then smiled and leaned down to kiss me. I guess if I'm being honest, I'd never referred to it as 'making love' and neither had he. It has always been referred to as 'fucking' or 'sex'. Maybe it meant something to him that I'd referred to it in a more meaningful term... I guess it did to me at least. He dropped down beside me on the bed and reached over to my bedside drawer to get a condom. "Do you want me to do anything for you?" I whispered as I reached my hands around his body and took hold of him in my hands. He was hard already and clearly didn't need my help, but I ran my hands up and down him anyway and he sighed loudly. "I don't think I can handle it." he said with a laugh as I ran my hands up his stomach and chest so he could get himself ready. I rubbed his arm as he rolled over and looked at me. "There must be something I can do for you?" I asked with a smile.