Claim Me Captain! I'm Addicted to You!-Chapter 431: Steaming Hot Tub (5)

Vicky’s POV

His free hand slid along my side, tracing every curve like he was relearning me by touch, like he couldn’t believe I was real and beneath him again.

His pace stayed slow, controlled, intimate, every movement purposeful, every thrust deep and steady, drawing out pleasure that made my back arch and my breath shake.

"Ollie..." I breathed, nails curling against his skin.

He groaned softly, pressing his forehead to mine again, his lips brushing mine as he whispered, "Look at me."

I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze—soft, warm, filled with a devotion that made my heart stutter.

"Do you feel that?" he whispered, moving slowly inside me. "This... you and me... finally together the way we were always supposed to be."

A tear escaped the corner of my eye, and he caught it with his thumb, kissing it away before moving his hips again, deeper, gentler, loving me with a reverence that made my body tremble.

And in that moment, with every slow thrust, every whispered breath, every kiss that felt like a vow—

I knew this wasn’t just desire.

It wasn’t just longing.

It wasn’t even just love.

It was a promise.

One made in the softest whispers and the deepest parts of our bodies—a promise that this time, we wouldn’t lose each other again.

As I hovered right on the edge of release, something inside me snapped loose... A boldness, a hunger I’d kept caged for far too long.

I wrapped my legs tightly around Oliver’s waist, felt his surprised breath catch against my throat, and with one swift motion, I rolled us over until I was on top.

His eyes widened, and then that wicked smirk curved at the corner of his mouth. "I didn’t know my girlfriend was this strong," he murmured, voice thick with pride. "I’m impressed... and so damn proud."

I leaned over him, my palms on his chest, feeling his heart pound hard against my hands. "You don’t know half of what I’ve learned," I whispered, letting my lips brush just barely against his. "I’m not the same teenage girl back then."

His expression softened just a fraction — heat mixing with something tender, reverent. He reached up and cupped my cheek, stroking his thumb along my skin like I was something precious.

"And I can’t wait," he breathed, "to discover everything you’ve become."

That look... God. It almost undid me.

I smiled, slowly, teasingly, and then I moved.

I started with a gentle rhythm, letting the anticipation build, watching every shift in his face. Oliver’s head fell back, a deep groan slipping out as his hands gripped my waist, guiding me, grounding himself in me.

"Vicky..." he gasped, voice raw. "You’re... driving me insane."

His desperation made me bolder. I moved with more purpose, more confidence, chasing the heat coiling low in my belly. He slid a hand up my torso, claiming my curves, while the other found the sensitive spot on my hip that always made me shiver. Every touch of his sent sparks racing through me.

I was losing myself in him — in the way he said my name, the way he looked at me like I was both fire and salvation.

Oliver’s breathing grew ragged beneath me, his muscles tightening as he matched my pace, meeting me with slow, deep thrusts that made me tremble.

My body arched instinctively, overwhelmed by the pressure winding tighter and tighter inside me.

"I—Oliver..." I whimpered, feeling myself tip dangerously close to falling apart.

"Ahh... Fuck! Vicky!" Oliver moaned beneath me. One of his hands grabbed my breast while the other rubbed my clit.

I was losing it. The more I near my climax, the more I go faster. Until I felt it. Pressure pooling within me, as if it’s sucking all the strength I have in me. I didn’t stop, I chased that high that my body was longing for.

A moment later, I felt something inside me explode, a beautiful, delicious explosion that made my legs tremble as my walls beat hard in a steady rhythm.

My whole body shuddered as the world narrowed to him, to us, to the way he held me like I was something he’d been waiting years to touch again.

"Come here," he growled softly, pulling me down until our foreheads touched, our breaths mingling. "I want to feel you... every second of it."

Oliver moved up and down while grabbing my hips. He slammed his hips against me, pulling in and out his hard cock until he, too, reached his own release and exploded inside me. I froze when I felt his warm seed spurting inside me as he buried his face in my neck, letting out a low, shaky sound that sent another wave of heat through me.

For a long moment, neither of us moved. Our breaths tangled. Our hearts raced together. The world outside the room simply... disappeared.

And as I lay there on his chest, still trembling, one thought kept echoing in my mind since I am not in any pills...

If this is where we’re headed... maybe I’m ready for whatever future comes next.

For a while, all I could do was lie there against his chest, feeling the slow rise and fall of his breathing. The world felt soft, hazy... like the air after a summer storm. Oliver’s hand brushed lazily up and down my spine, each stroke sending little tremors of warmth through me.

"You okay?" he murmured against my hair, voice low, almost shy.

I nodded, pressing a small kiss to his collarbone. "More than okay," I whispered. "I forgot... how good we were together."

He chuckled softly, but there was something deeper in the sound — something that wrapped around my heart and squeezed. "We were good," he said, fingertips tracing idle shapes on my back. "But this? This feels better. Stronger. Like we finally caught up to each other."

I looked up at him. His eyes held that quiet, reverent warmth that always melted me. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, letting his thumb linger on my cheek.

"Stay with me a little longer," he said gently. "Come outside with me."

"Outside?"

He grinned, teasing and tender all at once. "Have you forgotten the hot tub on the deck. Just us. The stars. And maybe... round two if you don’t fall asleep on me."

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Round two?!