It never ends

The day went by relatively fast. Nothing particularly Interesting happened though I was ready to go home and see Oliver. It wasn’t even a whole day, though I was eagerly waiting for an opportunity to leave. I liked spending time with Tris, but we were going to stores I’d never even heard of. Stores I’d never have Imagined sold those types of things, but they do. I was bored. It wasn’t something I really wanted to do. Or maybe I was just acting distant towards her because I still had some sour feelings.

So first opportunity I made the excuse to leave. It wasn’t fully an excuse, I just said I wasn’t feeling well. Which was partly true because I had a drink, and I felt slightly dizzy, but I wasn’t drunk? I was probably lightheaded from the blur of people constantly moving coming In and out of the restaurant bar.

I found my car and drove to Oliver’s apartment. By then It was about 1 In the afternoon. The car ride was silent, and I didn’t mind. Just listening to the outside noise and having my thoughts were enough.

I had made It up the Apartment building and knocked, realizing I still haven't gave him an answer to whether or not I’d move In with him. Going through the Pros and Cons with myself the Pros heavily outweighed the cons. It made no sense to live In the dorms when I practically sleep here every night. Plus a majority of my stuff Is already here anyway. It wouldn’t change anything.

But one problem keeps surfacing In my mind. If something were to happen, I would be stuck. I don’t want to fight and have to move back and forth between the dorms and the apartment.

The door opened and I expected to be greeted by the door, but Instead I saw oliver walking back towards the couch. There were papers sprawled over the coffee table and Oliver was writing stuff down. He twirled a pen between his fingers and was staring Intently at the papers. He looked so focused and concentrated, and I asked myself If he had been doing this all day.

I walked over to the couch and sat next to him. He didn’t say anything, resuming his actions as If I weren’t there. I was waiting for him to say something, anything. Or at least tell me what he was doing, but It looks like I’m going to have to ask myself.

“What are you doing?” I asked leaning my head on his shoulder. Oliver wrote something down on one of the papers before acknowledging I said something.

“work” he said not taking his eyes off the papers.

“Is this what you’ve been doing all day?”

“not anymore” he replied Immediately, stacking the papers In a pile and placing them under the table. I tried to get a glimpse of what was written but he did It too fast, the words were mismatched and faint.

Oliver leaned back on the couch and pulled me on top of him.

I traced my fingers along his jaw and to the back of his head, lacing my fingers through his hair. I couldn’t help but stare at him. His eyes bore Into mine and my Insides melted. I felt a small smile spread on my lips.

I was waiting for him to say something but he’s been silent. Which was pretty unusual. Considering he for the most part always has something dirty to say.

“Why are you being so quiet?” I had a feeling that It had something to do with the papers he was just working on.

Oliver shook his head and tightened his grip on my hips. He moved closer, nuzzling my neck

“I’m not” Oliver muttered, running his hands down my thigh, gently lifting up the black dress I had on. My skin was heated and I realized how much I wanted him to touch me as his fingers sent a tingling sensation throughout my body. He didn’t seem to be paying attention what I was saying, He seemed distracted.

His voice was defensive and I could tell he didn’t want to talk anymore. I knew he had other things In mind at the small deviant smile on his lips as he watched my dress slowly ride up my thigh.

Suddenly he grabbed me and pushed me down onto the couch, and his mouth collides with mine. A small moan escapes my mouth as I feel his tongue against mine. The kiss was slow and passionate. I moan as I tighten my grip on his hair and a low groan rumbles from his throat.

His hands wandered down towards the end of my dress. I felt the cool air wave across my body as Oliver pulled down the straps and eventually my dress was laying flat on the floor and he was kissing down my neck. His hand was flat against my stomach,he sat up and his fingers hooked around my panties, pulling them down my legs. He placed both of his hands on my thighs and squeezed gently before kissing down my stomach and blowing on my wetness. My body involuntarily lifts off the bed and his tongue moves up and down while he wraps his arms around my thighs, keeping them apart. Within seconds my legs begin to shake and I grip the sheets and he continues lapping his tongue around me.
I could feel my heart-beating within my ears and I realized how nervous but surprisingly comfortable I was.

He pushed his hips towards my body and I could feel the bulge between his legs. I put my hand under his t-shirt, touching the waistband of his boxers.

“fuck skyler” he groaned.

And just like that, our clothes were off and oliver had a condom on. I don’t know where he got It, but I really didn’t care. Gazing at me, he pushes my legs apart with his and moves so that he’s hovering above me. Without taking his eyes off mine, he buries himself inside me.

His breath Is staggering, hot and wild against my skin. He brings his face to mine and opens his eyes. I would take the pain over and over to be able to feel this way, this deep seeded connection to him that takes me somewhere I never knew existed. I know he messed up, but I know In this moment he loves me; Even though I have no one else to compare the sensation I feel when I’m with him, I know It’s real.

Oliver swore again. It doesn't hurt anymore but It Is still uncomfortable and there Is a slight sting each time he thrusts Into me. My lips move to his neck and my hands tug at his hair.
"I love you Skyler." he manages to say. He moans and brings his lips to mine.

“I love you too, Oliver” I say, my voice barely a whisper. I fall apart, tightening my grip on whatever I was holding on too. Feeling myself fall apart. Oliver's eyes never leave mine as he came. Collapsing beside me, his arm still around me.

I smiled to myself as I played with Olivers fingers, and laid down with the man I love.

Notes

Title Cred: Ellie Goulding.

It's been freezing cold where i am, so all the schools decided to close down. I'm doing anything but complaining. Anyway thanks for reading.

Sorry for the long wait.

Thanks for all the comments and subs and everything, you guys are amazing! :)

I was going over some previous chapters and realize i made LOTS of spelling and grammatical errors. Just wanted to apologize for that, and there will be less to none of that in the future.