Bringing Her Home 2/2
Bringing Her Home 2/2
Summary: Chloe runs to protect her own heart and Oliver chases her to protect his.
Rating: NC-17
Chapter 2
Lois had been shocked, worried, threatening, impressed, happy, and sexually suggestive all in one phone call
Lois had been shocked, worried, threatening, impressed, happy, and sexually suggestive all in one phone call. After dealing with the initial shock of what Chloe told her, Lois had worried over Chloe getting her heart broken again and threatened Oliver with bodily harm that she would force Clark to inflict on him. After reassuring Lois and explaining what happened Lois had to admit that Oliver had really laid it all on the line. More than he had ever done for her she added. Lois mentioned something about Oliver finally being ready but Chloe didn’t want to dwell on what that meant. As they hung up and Chloe revealed Oliver had invited her to stay with him (insisted was more like it) since she had moved out of her apartment, Lois couldn’t help but make embarrassing suggestive comments. That’s when Chloe hung up.
She stood there for a moment, with her cell pressed against her chest, and tried to think. Ever since they left her hotel room he had been rushing her, not giving her a moment to think things through. Somehow, she was more nervous now then ever before. With a sigh she walked down the isle of his personal jet and found him typing away at a laptop and growling as his phone chirped. After they had gotten on the plan, and he’d sent a few e-mails, the chirping had only gotten worse. “What is it?” He looked up at here and when the irritable look faded her heart began pounding in her chest.
“My assistant. When I spontaneously disappear people don’t like it.”
“Sorry.” Chloe said softly. It hadn’t hit her till then how much trouble she had caused Oliver.
“I don’t care.” The last thing he needed was her feeling guilty about his trip to get her. He didn’t regret it, he got what he wanted. In his opinion the sacrifice was worth it. He grabbed the laptop case lying next to him and tossed it across the table onto the opposite chair. “Come sit. I’ve just got a few more e-mails to respond to and I’ll be done.”
Chloe just took the seat and nodded.
“Was Lois okay?” Chloe hadn’t seemed concerned about it when she walked up but he still had to ask.
“Yea, it’s okay.” He didn’t respond and continued to click away at his computer and every so often respond to a message on his phone. Perhaps he didn’t feel it but the air seemed tense. This situation they were in now was new and it made her uncomfortable, almost scared her. In an effort to forget about it she pulled a blanket over herself and closed her eyes. Sleeping was impossible and the continued typing and chirping grated on her nerves and made it even worse. Then it stopped. His laptop clicked and the phone didn’t chirp. Fingers touched her temple and moved a few strands of her hair. When her eyes opened Oliver was looking down at her. “Hey.”
“Are you okay?” Ever since they had finally settled down on the jet he’d felt her withdraw from him and he didn’t like it. What ground they were on still seemed a little shaky and unsure. Considering she had left him just eight hours ago he couldn’t help but be a little scared she would change her mind.
No, she wasn’t. Could she tell him that? Hopefully. “I’m-.” She sighed and tried to find gentler words. “This is different.” And surreal she added to herself. He didn’t just fly from Star City, blow of his responsibilities, and beg her to come back with him.
“Do you want everything to be the same way it was twenty-four hours ago?” When she shook his head he felt a little relief. “Me neither.” Oliver sighed and rubbed his eyes. “It’s late, and we’re still on Star City time, so it means it’s almost ten. You’ve got about an hour to get a nap.”
“I don’t think I could sleep.” She’d had an emotional two days and she couldn’t settle down.
“Sure you can.” Oliver reached up and flipped off the light. “Watch out.” He raised the arm between them. “Why don’t you stretch out on the seat?”
There was nothing left in her to argue. With slow, tired movements she positioned herself so that she was laying in his lap and curled up on the seat. He fixed the covers over her and when she was settled he rested his hand in her hair. For the life of her she tried to figure out why she had to wait for this.
When they had arrived at the airport a car was waiting. Within minutes they were in the car, her bags loaded into another one, and they were on their way to Oliver’s. When he woke her to get out of the plain she’d hardly been able to open her eyes. Oliver had been right, she was able to fall asleep. Now, she couldn’t stay awake. He’d ushered her into the car as he dealt with their belongings. She’d curled up on the seat and fallen asleep again. She only moved to put her head in his lap when he got in the limo.
“What time is it?” Chloe asked groggily.
“Don’t worry about it. Go back to sleep.” Luckily, she didn’t argue. Seeing her like that, so tired and worn out hurt him a little. All he could still think about was the fact that he was partially to blame for it. The whole ride back she slept but he was anxious. All he wanted to do was get home and have her there with him. It was a little scary the feelings she had drawn out of him at her leaving. He’d been so panicked that he’d forgotten every responsibility and left. He couldn’t tell her how it really felt, not yet. He’d known he had cared about her, maybe even loved her, but he hadn’t understood how much he needed her until she left him. Being home was the end of the journey. He’d have what he wanted, her, home with him.
When they arrived she woke with a groan and it was something so normal that he smiled. How many times had he woken her when he returned from a mission in the same way? “Come on sleeping beauty, we’re home.”
It wasn’t her home. She hadn’t had a real home in a long time, but walking into Oliver’s home was so familiar that she felt a sense of relief. After they got in Chloe sighed and looked at her bags. She had no idea where anything was. All that was forgotten when she spotted the broken lamp on the floor. For a moment she thought maybe someone had broken in. Then she noticed the hole in the wall. “What happened?”
Oliver frowned at the damage and walked towards the kitchen. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll clean it up.”
It hadn’t been there the night before. She’d been there the night before. Chloe wasn’t sure, but she could guess that the damage was a result of her decision. Instead of bringing it up again she focused on her bags. “I’m going to get out of these clothes.” He was sweeping up the shattered lamp and only nodded. She changed clothes quickly, even though she was dreading what she would say when she exited the bathroom. When she did he was sitting on the bed, in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. “Did I really take that long?”
“No,” he smiled, “I’m a guy. Look I’m sorry about that. The mess.”
Chloe tried to shrug it off. “It’s not my wall.” With a sigh she sat on his bed next to him. “I’m so tired.”
“You can sleep in the bed.” Her eyes were wide and questioning but he wasn’t quite sure what to do, so he got up.
He’d been so assertive earlier. Insisting she come home with him, saying he was prepared to make her. Now he was leaving her. “You said later.” He stopped and turned to her. When he didn’t say anything she stood up. He had been the assertive one, maybe he was waiting for something from her. “When we left the hotel room. You kissed me and said later.”
“Yea.” She’d walked close enough so that they were only a few inches apart but she stopped there. That was her move and now she was waiting on his.
“When later were you referring to?” There was a seriousness on his face now that she recognized from his missions. Every time he prepared for a mission he got that hard, determined look. Now it was directed at her.
“It depends.” Oliver rested his hand on her hip and pulled her forward. “Is my bedroom the safest place for later?”
That was a good question. His demeanor had totally changed and now she was slightly worried but that didn’t stop the excitement coursing through her. “I don’t care.”
That was all he needed. Oliver covered her mouth with his and pressed her hard against him. There was no chaste kiss only a hunger for more. She whimpered into his mouth when he let a hand slide up and over her breast. There was no bra and he couldn’t help but slowly slide his thumb over her nipple. Her body arched into his and he pulled her closer. When his hand left her breast she moaned into his mouth. “Maybe we shouldn’t.” He whispered against her lips, but he didn’t stop kissing her.
“Don’t stop.” Chloe responded breathlessly. The loss of his hand was infuriating and she needed it back. His hands were back on her waste again, this time under her shirt, pulling her closer. Slowly they slid up, tickling her sides until his thumbs brushed underneath her breasts. Almost there but he still didn’t give her what she needed. “Please.”
Was she really pleading with him to touch her? When his hands cupped her breasts and he pinched her nipples gently she rubbed against him again whimpering into his mouth as she did so. He was through wasting time. Oliver grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head. As much as he wanted to see her breasts he was more intent on getting her to the bed. Oliver lifted her up, wrapped her legs around his waste, and walked her to the bed. There was no hesitation as he dropped her down.
Anxiously, she watched as he pulled his shirt over his head. Chloe didn’t have to wait long. He was on top of her, nestled between her legs, and kissing a trail down her neck. When his lips touched her nipples her hand went to his blond hair. It felt wonderful but not enough still. She pulled him by his hair and pressed her lips to his. “Hurry.”
The plan wasn’t to hurry. In fact the plan was to let her sleep alone tonight. Give themselves time. Instead he ached to get out of his shorts and be inside her. He didn’t want to hurry buy he couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled at her shorts and slid them over her hips. He backed further down the bed and took her shorts with him leaving her naked below him. Later he wished he would have taken a moment to look at her but he tossed his own shorts to the side and settled back on top of her. She rubbed herself against him, whimpering as she did so. He was ready but before he let his body take over he slid his hand down between them and slipped two fingers inside her. It was to be his first taste of her crying out underneath him. And he hadn’t been prepared for it. The only reason he didn’t withdraw and thrust himself into her was because he wanted to hear more of it.
His fingers penetrated deeper, one rubbing against her clit. “Oh god.” Chloe panted and raised her hips against his hand. When he withdrew and pushed back in she cried out again.
Oliver fought to wait, instead satisfying himself with watching her close her eyes, throw her head back, and arch up to him. He leaned over her, taking one nipple into his mouth and bit down gently on it causing a satisfying gasp.
“Oliver please.” She looked down her body and started to speak again but he thrusted his finger in deeper again biting down even harder making her scream and bringing her so close but not close enough. “Please.”
She was begging him but he couldn’t help but take a little bit of guilty pleasure in it. He would have loved to continue making her beg for him, to hear that she needed him. Instead, he gave way to his own need. He removed his hand, positioned himself above her and slid all the way in. Her eyes widened with a gasp and her nails dug into his arms as he pushed deeper inside her. For the first time he wondered how long it had been for her. It wasn’t exactly the perfect time to ask. For him it had been months. But she had been living in a new city for a year. Chances are there had been no one. And she had broken up with Jimmy six months before she came to Star City. Maybe a year and a half had gone by and she had been with no one at all. He felt a little guilty for going out and enjoying himself while still having pent up feelings for here while she sat at home alone. Instead of satisfying himself elsewhere he should have been going to her and at least trying to see if she returned his feelings. For a moment he was able to slow down and kissed her lips gently. “You don’t have to say anything okay?” She nodded, confusion evident on her face. “I love you.”
At her hotel room he had hinted at it but she hadn’t been sure. Did she love him? She gone to Star City for him and she’d left to save her own heart from him. “I love you too.” His lips were on hers again but it was different. It was perfect. He was still deep inside her not moving, his lip moving softly over hers as she clung to him. When he did move all thoughts of love and perfection left and she pressed her nails into him. She’d spent years pining after Clark and alone. Then she met Jimmy. Nice guy but they were two different people. They couldn’t click. Was that it? Was that the real extent of her love life? It was sad but now she was with the most perfect, beautiful man telling her he loved her. Clark was a lie and Jimmy…. Well she hated to admit it, but compared to Oliver, Jimmy seemed more like a boy. Any other thought was forgotten once his slow thrusting sped up and became harder.
He was so close but she wasn’t there yet, although every time he pushed harder she got louder and it made it even more difficult to hold on.
“Oliver.” Chloe gasped and cried out again as he thrusted into her. “Harder.”
“If I do it harder does that mean you’re going to scream louder?” He whispered into her ear and pressed a kiss against her neck.
“Maybe.” Chloe whispered softly, slightly embarrassed and turned on at the same time. He pushed himself up and looked down at her with a soft smirk.
“Well then I’ll see what I can do.”
He moved her legs up and didn’t hesitate for a second. When he entered her it was hard and deep and she screamed. When he did it a second time she clawed at the sheets and arched herself up into him.
It was only a few more thrusts before she screamed out his name, her back straitening and her eyes squeezing shut. Finally. He let himself go and pushed her hips up higher and pushing himself in deeper. She screamed again and finally he was able to let himself go.
When it was done and he pulled himself out of her Chloe gasped, every nerve still on end. Her thighs hurt, not used to being pushed the angle they had been. Inside there was a dull ache that told her she was going to regret asking him to do it harder. It didn’t matter though, it had been great.
Oliver groaned as he reached down for the comforter. His bed would be a mess but he couldn’t bring himself to shower. Instead he pulled the cover over them and pulled her back against his chest.
“I’m all sticky.” Chloe snuggled back into him and yawned.
“We’ll worry about that in the morning.” Just as he began to succumb to sleep something still worried him. There was still so much uncertainty. “Chloe?”
“Hm?”
“Look at me.” He pushed himself up on his arm and looked down at her when she rolled onto her back. “Everything I said at the hotel, I was serious. I’ll give you all of that. But promise me you’re not going to leave again. I can’t take that again. You saw what it did to my living room and my job. I don’t care about those things but if you leave I can’t…” He couldn’t say it. He could say he loved her but he couldn’t say he needed her so he would be able to function.
“Oliver-.” She began but was interrupted.
“I’ll give you whatever you want and I’ll make you scream every night,” she fought not to smile but he was serious, “but I need you to be with me.”
Chloe smiled tiredly, rolled onto her side, and curled up against him. “I’ll always be here as long as you love me.”
With his fears eased for the time being Oliver lay back down next to her and kissed her forehead softly. “You don’t have to worry about that.”
Summary: Chloe runs to protect her own heart and Oliver chases her to protect his.
Rating: NC-17
Chapter 2
Lois had been shocked, worried, threatening, impressed, happy, and sexually suggestive all in one phone call
Lois had been shocked, worried, threatening, impressed, happy, and sexually suggestive all in one phone call. After dealing with the initial shock of what Chloe told her, Lois had worried over Chloe getting her heart broken again and threatened Oliver with bodily harm that she would force Clark to inflict on him. After reassuring Lois and explaining what happened Lois had to admit that Oliver had really laid it all on the line. More than he had ever done for her she added. Lois mentioned something about Oliver finally being ready but Chloe didn’t want to dwell on what that meant. As they hung up and Chloe revealed Oliver had invited her to stay with him (insisted was more like it) since she had moved out of her apartment, Lois couldn’t help but make embarrassing suggestive comments. That’s when Chloe hung up.
She stood there for a moment, with her cell pressed against her chest, and tried to think. Ever since they left her hotel room he had been rushing her, not giving her a moment to think things through. Somehow, she was more nervous now then ever before. With a sigh she walked down the isle of his personal jet and found him typing away at a laptop and growling as his phone chirped. After they had gotten on the plan, and he’d sent a few e-mails, the chirping had only gotten worse. “What is it?” He looked up at here and when the irritable look faded her heart began pounding in her chest.
“My assistant. When I spontaneously disappear people don’t like it.”
“Sorry.” Chloe said softly. It hadn’t hit her till then how much trouble she had caused Oliver.
“I don’t care.” The last thing he needed was her feeling guilty about his trip to get her. He didn’t regret it, he got what he wanted. In his opinion the sacrifice was worth it. He grabbed the laptop case lying next to him and tossed it across the table onto the opposite chair. “Come sit. I’ve just got a few more e-mails to respond to and I’ll be done.”
Chloe just took the seat and nodded.
“Was Lois okay?” Chloe hadn’t seemed concerned about it when she walked up but he still had to ask.
“Yea, it’s okay.” He didn’t respond and continued to click away at his computer and every so often respond to a message on his phone. Perhaps he didn’t feel it but the air seemed tense. This situation they were in now was new and it made her uncomfortable, almost scared her. In an effort to forget about it she pulled a blanket over herself and closed her eyes. Sleeping was impossible and the continued typing and chirping grated on her nerves and made it even worse. Then it stopped. His laptop clicked and the phone didn’t chirp. Fingers touched her temple and moved a few strands of her hair. When her eyes opened Oliver was looking down at her. “Hey.”
“Are you okay?” Ever since they had finally settled down on the jet he’d felt her withdraw from him and he didn’t like it. What ground they were on still seemed a little shaky and unsure. Considering she had left him just eight hours ago he couldn’t help but be a little scared she would change her mind.
No, she wasn’t. Could she tell him that? Hopefully. “I’m-.” She sighed and tried to find gentler words. “This is different.” And surreal she added to herself. He didn’t just fly from Star City, blow of his responsibilities, and beg her to come back with him.
“Do you want everything to be the same way it was twenty-four hours ago?” When she shook his head he felt a little relief. “Me neither.” Oliver sighed and rubbed his eyes. “It’s late, and we’re still on Star City time, so it means it’s almost ten. You’ve got about an hour to get a nap.”
“I don’t think I could sleep.” She’d had an emotional two days and she couldn’t settle down.
“Sure you can.” Oliver reached up and flipped off the light. “Watch out.” He raised the arm between them. “Why don’t you stretch out on the seat?”
There was nothing left in her to argue. With slow, tired movements she positioned herself so that she was laying in his lap and curled up on the seat. He fixed the covers over her and when she was settled he rested his hand in her hair. For the life of her she tried to figure out why she had to wait for this.
When they had arrived at the airport a car was waiting. Within minutes they were in the car, her bags loaded into another one, and they were on their way to Oliver’s. When he woke her to get out of the plain she’d hardly been able to open her eyes. Oliver had been right, she was able to fall asleep. Now, she couldn’t stay awake. He’d ushered her into the car as he dealt with their belongings. She’d curled up on the seat and fallen asleep again. She only moved to put her head in his lap when he got in the limo.
“What time is it?” Chloe asked groggily.
“Don’t worry about it. Go back to sleep.” Luckily, she didn’t argue. Seeing her like that, so tired and worn out hurt him a little. All he could still think about was the fact that he was partially to blame for it. The whole ride back she slept but he was anxious. All he wanted to do was get home and have her there with him. It was a little scary the feelings she had drawn out of him at her leaving. He’d been so panicked that he’d forgotten every responsibility and left. He couldn’t tell her how it really felt, not yet. He’d known he had cared about her, maybe even loved her, but he hadn’t understood how much he needed her until she left him. Being home was the end of the journey. He’d have what he wanted, her, home with him.
When they arrived she woke with a groan and it was something so normal that he smiled. How many times had he woken her when he returned from a mission in the same way? “Come on sleeping beauty, we’re home.”
It wasn’t her home. She hadn’t had a real home in a long time, but walking into Oliver’s home was so familiar that she felt a sense of relief. After they got in Chloe sighed and looked at her bags. She had no idea where anything was. All that was forgotten when she spotted the broken lamp on the floor. For a moment she thought maybe someone had broken in. Then she noticed the hole in the wall. “What happened?”
Oliver frowned at the damage and walked towards the kitchen. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll clean it up.”
It hadn’t been there the night before. She’d been there the night before. Chloe wasn’t sure, but she could guess that the damage was a result of her decision. Instead of bringing it up again she focused on her bags. “I’m going to get out of these clothes.” He was sweeping up the shattered lamp and only nodded. She changed clothes quickly, even though she was dreading what she would say when she exited the bathroom. When she did he was sitting on the bed, in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. “Did I really take that long?”
“No,” he smiled, “I’m a guy. Look I’m sorry about that. The mess.”
Chloe tried to shrug it off. “It’s not my wall.” With a sigh she sat on his bed next to him. “I’m so tired.”
“You can sleep in the bed.” Her eyes were wide and questioning but he wasn’t quite sure what to do, so he got up.
He’d been so assertive earlier. Insisting she come home with him, saying he was prepared to make her. Now he was leaving her. “You said later.” He stopped and turned to her. When he didn’t say anything she stood up. He had been the assertive one, maybe he was waiting for something from her. “When we left the hotel room. You kissed me and said later.”
“Yea.” She’d walked close enough so that they were only a few inches apart but she stopped there. That was her move and now she was waiting on his.
“When later were you referring to?” There was a seriousness on his face now that she recognized from his missions. Every time he prepared for a mission he got that hard, determined look. Now it was directed at her.
“It depends.” Oliver rested his hand on her hip and pulled her forward. “Is my bedroom the safest place for later?”
That was a good question. His demeanor had totally changed and now she was slightly worried but that didn’t stop the excitement coursing through her. “I don’t care.”
That was all he needed. Oliver covered her mouth with his and pressed her hard against him. There was no chaste kiss only a hunger for more. She whimpered into his mouth when he let a hand slide up and over her breast. There was no bra and he couldn’t help but slowly slide his thumb over her nipple. Her body arched into his and he pulled her closer. When his hand left her breast she moaned into his mouth. “Maybe we shouldn’t.” He whispered against her lips, but he didn’t stop kissing her.
“Don’t stop.” Chloe responded breathlessly. The loss of his hand was infuriating and she needed it back. His hands were back on her waste again, this time under her shirt, pulling her closer. Slowly they slid up, tickling her sides until his thumbs brushed underneath her breasts. Almost there but he still didn’t give her what she needed. “Please.”
Was she really pleading with him to touch her? When his hands cupped her breasts and he pinched her nipples gently she rubbed against him again whimpering into his mouth as she did so. He was through wasting time. Oliver grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head. As much as he wanted to see her breasts he was more intent on getting her to the bed. Oliver lifted her up, wrapped her legs around his waste, and walked her to the bed. There was no hesitation as he dropped her down.
Anxiously, she watched as he pulled his shirt over his head. Chloe didn’t have to wait long. He was on top of her, nestled between her legs, and kissing a trail down her neck. When his lips touched her nipples her hand went to his blond hair. It felt wonderful but not enough still. She pulled him by his hair and pressed her lips to his. “Hurry.”
The plan wasn’t to hurry. In fact the plan was to let her sleep alone tonight. Give themselves time. Instead he ached to get out of his shorts and be inside her. He didn’t want to hurry buy he couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled at her shorts and slid them over her hips. He backed further down the bed and took her shorts with him leaving her naked below him. Later he wished he would have taken a moment to look at her but he tossed his own shorts to the side and settled back on top of her. She rubbed herself against him, whimpering as she did so. He was ready but before he let his body take over he slid his hand down between them and slipped two fingers inside her. It was to be his first taste of her crying out underneath him. And he hadn’t been prepared for it. The only reason he didn’t withdraw and thrust himself into her was because he wanted to hear more of it.
His fingers penetrated deeper, one rubbing against her clit. “Oh god.” Chloe panted and raised her hips against his hand. When he withdrew and pushed back in she cried out again.
Oliver fought to wait, instead satisfying himself with watching her close her eyes, throw her head back, and arch up to him. He leaned over her, taking one nipple into his mouth and bit down gently on it causing a satisfying gasp.
“Oliver please.” She looked down her body and started to speak again but he thrusted his finger in deeper again biting down even harder making her scream and bringing her so close but not close enough. “Please.”
She was begging him but he couldn’t help but take a little bit of guilty pleasure in it. He would have loved to continue making her beg for him, to hear that she needed him. Instead, he gave way to his own need. He removed his hand, positioned himself above her and slid all the way in. Her eyes widened with a gasp and her nails dug into his arms as he pushed deeper inside her. For the first time he wondered how long it had been for her. It wasn’t exactly the perfect time to ask. For him it had been months. But she had been living in a new city for a year. Chances are there had been no one. And she had broken up with Jimmy six months before she came to Star City. Maybe a year and a half had gone by and she had been with no one at all. He felt a little guilty for going out and enjoying himself while still having pent up feelings for here while she sat at home alone. Instead of satisfying himself elsewhere he should have been going to her and at least trying to see if she returned his feelings. For a moment he was able to slow down and kissed her lips gently. “You don’t have to say anything okay?” She nodded, confusion evident on her face. “I love you.”
At her hotel room he had hinted at it but she hadn’t been sure. Did she love him? She gone to Star City for him and she’d left to save her own heart from him. “I love you too.” His lips were on hers again but it was different. It was perfect. He was still deep inside her not moving, his lip moving softly over hers as she clung to him. When he did move all thoughts of love and perfection left and she pressed her nails into him. She’d spent years pining after Clark and alone. Then she met Jimmy. Nice guy but they were two different people. They couldn’t click. Was that it? Was that the real extent of her love life? It was sad but now she was with the most perfect, beautiful man telling her he loved her. Clark was a lie and Jimmy…. Well she hated to admit it, but compared to Oliver, Jimmy seemed more like a boy. Any other thought was forgotten once his slow thrusting sped up and became harder.
He was so close but she wasn’t there yet, although every time he pushed harder she got louder and it made it even more difficult to hold on.
“Oliver.” Chloe gasped and cried out again as he thrusted into her. “Harder.”
“If I do it harder does that mean you’re going to scream louder?” He whispered into her ear and pressed a kiss against her neck.
“Maybe.” Chloe whispered softly, slightly embarrassed and turned on at the same time. He pushed himself up and looked down at her with a soft smirk.
“Well then I’ll see what I can do.”
He moved her legs up and didn’t hesitate for a second. When he entered her it was hard and deep and she screamed. When he did it a second time she clawed at the sheets and arched herself up into him.
It was only a few more thrusts before she screamed out his name, her back straitening and her eyes squeezing shut. Finally. He let himself go and pushed her hips up higher and pushing himself in deeper. She screamed again and finally he was able to let himself go.
When it was done and he pulled himself out of her Chloe gasped, every nerve still on end. Her thighs hurt, not used to being pushed the angle they had been. Inside there was a dull ache that told her she was going to regret asking him to do it harder. It didn’t matter though, it had been great.
Oliver groaned as he reached down for the comforter. His bed would be a mess but he couldn’t bring himself to shower. Instead he pulled the cover over them and pulled her back against his chest.
“I’m all sticky.” Chloe snuggled back into him and yawned.
“We’ll worry about that in the morning.” Just as he began to succumb to sleep something still worried him. There was still so much uncertainty. “Chloe?”
“Hm?”
“Look at me.” He pushed himself up on his arm and looked down at her when she rolled onto her back. “Everything I said at the hotel, I was serious. I’ll give you all of that. But promise me you’re not going to leave again. I can’t take that again. You saw what it did to my living room and my job. I don’t care about those things but if you leave I can’t…” He couldn’t say it. He could say he loved her but he couldn’t say he needed her so he would be able to function.
“Oliver-.” She began but was interrupted.
“I’ll give you whatever you want and I’ll make you scream every night,” she fought not to smile but he was serious, “but I need you to be with me.”
Chloe smiled tiredly, rolled onto her side, and curled up against him. “I’ll always be here as long as you love me.”
With his fears eased for the time being Oliver lay back down next to her and kissed her forehead softly. “You don’t have to worry about that.”