Chapter 5 An Intimate Position

Olivia's heart seized with panic, her body rigid with tension from their intimate position.

Her thin underwear was stretched taut, molded around the massive tip of Daniel's arousal, pressing heavily into her sensitive folds.

She felt impossibly full.

Even with just that small intrusion, Olivia could sense the commanding power of him, overwhelming and undeniable.

Her body instinctively tightened, especially where he pressed against her. The tender flesh beneath her folds, as if sensing an invader, shifted from lax to taut, clenching around the intruding tip, squeezing as if to push it out.

"Mm..."

A low, hoarse groan rumbled from Daniel above her, strained with restraint.

Her reaction had triggered something in him. A jolt shot through him, from the contact point straight to the ends of his nerves. The intensity of the sensation made him throw his head back, eyes tightly shut, throat bobbing as he struggled to breathe.

His expression twisted as if he were in pain, yet the tension in his face hinted at something else entirely.

His swollen tip pulsed twice against her, as if the beast confined in his trousers had been startled awake, writhing to break free and plunge into her.

The sheer force of it made Olivia's heart skip a beat. She held her breath, terrified that it might actually tear through the fabric and thrust inside her.

"I'm... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..."

She froze, too scared to move, her eyes timidly fixed on Daniel's pained expression, her voice trembling and faint.

Daniel took several deep breaths, slowly regaining control. When he opened his eyes, his gaze, now laced with desire, pierced into hers with chilling intensity.

"Spread your legs."

His voice, low and gravelly, made Olivia realize, belatedly, that her thighs were still clamped tightly around his waist.

The more nervous she grew, the tighter she gripped him, as if trying to pull him closer, drawing him deeper between her legs.

"Oh! Sorry!"

Biting her lip, she stammered an apology, hurriedly loosening her thighs and shifting her feet to spread her legs apart.

Daniel's gaze flickered over her face before drifting downward to where their bodies met.

Her plain white underwear was stretched into a deep hollow by his arousal, the surrounding flesh pressed into a plump ring, clinging tightly to his tip with no room for escape.

Olivia's face burned, too mortified to dwell on their position. Her hands, braced against the floor, clenched tightly, her heart pounding wildly.

"Lift yourself up a bit." Daniel's voice was calm but strained, his eyes lifting to meet hers after a few seconds of staring at their entwined bodies.

"Okay."

Olivia wasn't sure what to do or how to move correctly—she just obeyed instinctively.

When Daniel told her to lift up, she clumsily braced her hands on the floor, trying to push herself upright. But the motion only pressed her closer, driving his tip deeper into her sensitive core.

Daniel's brows furrowed tighter, his chest heaving with a surge of heat.

Clenching his jaw, he gripped her waist, lifting her slightly, while his other hand braced against the railing to pull himself up.

As he shifted, his swollen tip dragged heavily against her tender folds, scraping upward with a jolt.

A sudden wave of tingling pleasure shot through Olivia's abdomen, sharp and overwhelming. It felt like something inside her was swelling, sinking heavily downward.

She froze, stiff as a board, too stunned to react.

But then—she felt it. A rush of warmth and wetness she couldn't control, spreading fast between her thighs.

Daniel paused, his hand on her waist tightening, his eyes reflecting the shimmering light off the water, dark and unreadable.

He knew she was wet.

Realizing this, Olivia held her breath, too embarrassed to lift her head.

This was mortifying—she'd never experienced anything like this.

It was the first time Olivia realized how sensitive her body could be. Even with Miles, in far more intimate moments, she'd never been this responsive.

Why did it have to happen with Daniel? Why did a single touch leave her so drenched? Would he think she was shameless?

The more she thought, the deeper her shame burrowed. She ducked her head, wishing she could disappear into the floor.

"Don't tense up. I'll pull out first."

Daniel's voice came suddenly, calm and composed, though a hint of strain still lingered beneath the surface.

Olivia nodded stiffly, her head bobbing. Daniel tightened his core, slowly withdrawing.

The broad tip dragged against her as he withdrew, grazing her most sensitive flesh on the way out.

A foreign wave of pleasure climbed her spine. Olivia bit her lip hard, stifling any sound. Desperate to distract herself, she focused on the hand gripping her waist.

Daniel's hands were large, fingers long and well-formed, and veins subtly raised beneath his skin. There was a certain masculine strength in them that made her stomach twist with nerves.

For some reason, that hand made her breath catch.

This sight made her feel like a tiny animal cornered by a predator.

Her legs, braced against the floor, began to tremble uncontrollably, like a string stretched to its breaking point, ready to snap.

Her heart raced, her toes curled in her shoes, gripping the deck as if to keep herself from sliding back into him.

Then, suddenly, the pressure between her thighs eased. Before she could feel relief, the tip that had just withdrawn snapped back, its elastic force striking her swollen, sensitive bud.

"Oh..."

That spot was rarely touched, and Olivia hadn't known it could be so sensitive. The impact blanked her mind, her body trembling as if electrified, every nerve alight.