The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood
“This okay?” She must have lingered too long inside herhead, because he was looking up at her with a frown, histhumb swiping back and forth on her hip bone. “You’re tense.”His voice was strained. He was cupping his cock almostabsentmindedly, stroking and gripping every once in a while—when his eyes fell on the hard points of her nipples, when sheshivered, when she squirmed on her feet to rub her thighstogether. “We don’t have to—”“I want to. I said I did.”His throat bobbed. “It doesn’t matter, what you said. Youcan always change your mind.”“I won’t.” The way he was looking at her, Olive was surehe’d protest again. But he just rested his forehead on hersternum, his breath warm against the skin he’d just licked, andlet his fingertips coast the elastic of her panties, dip under thethin cotton.“I think I’ve changed my mind,” he murmured.She stiffened. “I know I’m not doing anything, but if youtell me what you like, I can—”“My favorite color must be green, after all.”She exhaled when his thumb pressed between her legs,brushing against fabric that was already dark and wet. Sheexhaled in a rush until there was no air left, embarrassmentwashing over her at the thought that now he must knowexactly how much she wanted this—and at the pleasure of hisfinger, large and blunt, running against her seam.He definitely knew. Because he looked back up at her,glassy-eyed and breathing fast. “Damn,” he said, quiet.“Olive.”“Do you . . .” Her mouth was as dry as the desert. “Do youwant me to take them off?”
“No.” He shook his head. “Not yet.”“But if we—”He hooked his finger on the elastic and pushed the cottonto the side. She was glistening, swollen and plump to her owneyes, way too far ahead, considering that they’d barely doneanything. Too eager. This was embarrassing. “I’m sorry.”There were two kinds of heat, the one curling tight at thebottom of her stomach, and the one rising to her cheeks. Olivecould barely tell them apart. “I am . . .”“Perfect.” He wasn’t really talking to her. More to himself,marveling at the way his fingertip sank so easily between herfolds, parting them and gliding back and forth until Olivethrew back her head and closed her eyes because the pleasurewas streaming, stretching, thrumming through her and shecouldn’t, couldn’t, couldn’t—“You are so beautiful.” The words sounded hushed, rippedout of him. Like he wasn’t going to say them. “May I?”It took her several heartbeats to realize that he wasreferring to his middle finger, to the way it was circling aroundher entrance and tapping at it. Applying a light pressure rightagainst the rim. So wet already.Olive moaned. “Yes. Anything,” she breathed out.He licked her nipple, a silent thank-you, and pushed in. Orat least, he tried. Olive hissed and so did Adam, with a muted,hoarse “Fuck.”He had big fingers—that must be why they didn’t fit. Thefirst knuckle was just shy of too much, a pinching ache and thesensation of damp, uncomfortable fullness. She shifted on herheels, trying to adjust and make room, and then shifted somemore, until he had to grip her hip with his other hand to keepher still. Olive held on to his shoulders, his skin sweat slickedand scorching hot under her palms. “Shh.”
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“This okay?” She must have lingered too long inside her
head, because he was looking up at her with a frown, his
thumb swiping back and forth on her hip bone. “You’re tense.”
His voice was strained. He was cupping his cock almost
absentmindedly, stroking and gripping every once in a while—
when his eyes fell on the hard points of her nipples, when she
shivered, when she squirmed on her feet to rub her thighs
together. “We don’t have to—”
“I want to. I said I did.”
His throat bobbed. “It doesn’t matter, what you said. You
can always change your mind.”
“I won’t.” The way he was looking at her, Olive was sure
he’d protest again. But he just rested his forehead on her
sternum, his breath warm against the skin he’d just licked, and
let his fingertips coast the elastic of her panties, dip under the
thin cotton.
“I think I’ve changed my mind,” he murmured.
She stiffened. “I know I’m not doing anything, but if you
tell me what you like, I can—”
“My favorite color must be green, after all.”
She exhaled when his thumb pressed between her legs,
brushing against fabric that was already dark and wet. She
exhaled in a rush until there was no air left, embarrassment
washing over her at the thought that now he must know
exactly how much she wanted this—and at the pleasure of his
finger, large and blunt, running against her seam.
He definitely knew. Because he looked back up at her,
glassy-eyed and breathing fast. “Damn,” he said, quiet.
“Olive.”
“Do you . . .” Her mouth was as dry as the desert. “Do you
want me to take them off?”