Claim Me Captain! I'm Addicted to You!-Chapter 430: Steaming Hot Tub (4)

Vicky’s POV

His eyes locked on mine, dark, hungry, certain, before he gently eased my legs apart. The anticipation alone stole the air from my lungs. And then...

Godsss.

The moment his mouth settled between my thighs, a sharp cry escaped me. His tongue found my swollen center with devastating precision, and my hands flew to the sheets, twisting them as my back arched off the bed.

My mouth fell open, a trembling moan spilling out before I bit down on my lip, eyes fluttering shut.

"O–Ollie..."

His name dissolved on my tongue as he quickened his pace, every flick and circle sending sparks through me like live electricity.

It had been so long—

Too long—

And every touch from him awakened something deep, something starved, something that had waited for him alone.

He alternated between slow, teasing strokes and fast, urgent ones that sent my mind spiraling into pure white static. Each change in rhythm made me whimper, hips lifting shamelessly toward his mouth. I couldn’t control it, couldn’t even pretend to.

He devoured me like he’d been craving this for years... Because he had for sure.

Every lap of his tongue dragged louder, rawer sounds from me—moans I didn’t recognize as my own, breathless curses I couldn’t stop.

Then—

He slid a finger inside me.

My breath shattered.

"Oh—Oliver—ahh—!"

I pushed my head back into the pillow, thighs trembling around him. And before I could even settle into the sensation, he added another finger, stretching me slowly, deeply, perfectly.

A choked moan tore from me.

He didn’t pause.

Didn’t hesitate.

His tongue kept working my clit with relentless, sinful devotion while his fingers moved inside me in a slow, deliberate rhythm that drove me absolutely wild. Pleasure tightened inside me—sharp, sweet, unbearable.

I felt swollen, achingly sensitive, every nerve ending reaching for him, begging for more without me needing to say a word.

And he gave it—

All of it—

Like he had every intention of ruining me for anyone but him.

I don’t know how long he kept me trembling under his mouth. Time blurred into nothing but pleasure, but suddenly his lips were climbing back up my body, warm and hungry, and his fingers slipped away, leaving me aching for more.

When his mouth crashed into mine again, he didn’t hold back. He kissed me like a man starving, like he was pouring years of longing straight into me, and I melted beneath him completely.

Then I felt it, his hardness nudging between my legs, thick and insistent, sliding against the slick heat he had created. I don’t even know how he managed to undress his lower half that fast.

My breath hitched.

My body responded instantly.

He broke away from the kiss, just enough to look at me as he slowly pressed forward, nudging himself inside me, inch by devastating inch.

My lips parted in silent shock, a soundless gasp caught in my throat until it finally spilled out in a trembling moan. "Ahh..."

The stretch was deep, slow, and excruciatingly delicious. I felt every inch of him as he filled me, my body clenching instinctively around him, adjusting to his size. He was pushing it in ever so slowly that I closed my eyes to feel him completely.

"Open your eyes," he murmured, voice low and rough with desire. "Look at me. I want to see you as I go inside you... as we become one."

I tried. God, I tried. But my eyes kept fluttering shut on their own, rolling back with every slow thrust forward.

"O-Oliver... f-fuck... ahh—"

My voice broke as he pushed deeper, still agonizingly slow, filling me entirely.

He felt bigger— 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Harder—

Thicker than I remembered.

The pressure, the stretch, the way my body struggled to take him all in made me feel like a virgin again, like this was the first time all over, like he was claiming a part of me that had been untouched since the last time we were together.

My fingers clawed at his back, my legs tightening around him instinctively as pleasure pulsed through me in waves.

I wasn’t just taking him in.

I was surrendering, completely, helplessly, willingly, to the man I had loved for years.

His breath trembled against my cheek as he finally sank fully into me, his forehead resting gently against mine. For a moment, neither of us moved; we just stayed there, pressed together, bodies locked, hearts racing in perfect sync.

It felt like everything in the world had gone quiet.

Just him.

Just me.

Just this moment we had waited far too long for.

When he finally drew back a little, it was achingly slow, so slow I could feel my body trying to hold him exactly where he was. Then he pushed forward again, deeper this time, and my breath broke into a soft, helpless moan.

"Vicky..." he whispered, as if saying my name itself was pleasure. "God, you feel... you feel like home, so perfect, so good."

My hands slipped up his back, pulling him closer as my legs tightened around him, urging him to stay close, to stay with me, to never let go again.

His hips moved with deliberate care, each slow thrust sending warmth spreading through my body, the kind that didn’t just curl in my stomach but reached all the way into something deeper—something emotional, something I had tried to bury for years.

He kissed my jaw, then my cheek, then the corner of my lips, each kiss slow and tender, as if he wanted to savor every inch of me.

"I missed this," he murmured, his voice strained, full of emotion he couldn’t hide. "Missed you. Missed us. I didn’t think I’d ever get the chance to hold you like this again."

My chest tightened at his words. I cupped his face, guiding him to look at me. "I’m here," I whispered, breathless. "I’m right here. And I’m not going anywhere."

He kissed me again, slow at first, then deeper, fuller, matching the rhythm of his body as he moved inside me. Something in him softened—then melted entirely.