Fighting the sway of the boat, we navigate the stairs to the bed. I pull my dress over my head and find admiring eyes watching me. I reach for my bikini ties. Oliver shakes his head and I grin. He tugs the hip ties at the same time and then repeats with my top. I don’t give him another second to look at me. With one leap I’m in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist.
He takes two steps and we fall to the bed. The pillows are tossed to the floor as his eager mouth explores my breasts and he works his board shorts over his hips. I reach for him, wrapping my hand around his erection. He sucks in a breath, mouth slack, eyes heavy as I stroke him.
“Oli, I love your body.” I look down to watch him make small thrusts into my hand. His arms, abs, and legs are tense; lean muscles ripple with every move. I push him onto his back and straddle his stomach. “You’re beautiful.” I run my fingers over his chest. “I know you probably don’t like to be called beautiful…” I reach behind and continue to stroke him more “…but you are. You’re flawless.”
His eyes sear me and his jaw clenches as I scoot back and sink onto him. I take it slow, one inch at time as he stretches me. My eyes close with the intensity. He sits up and captures my mouth as our bodies move together. I seek pleasure in his touch as much as I crave giving him pleasure with mine.
“Oh God, sex with you … is so … amazing!” I suck his neck and tug at his hair before finding his lips again and kissing him like it’s the last time we’ll ever kiss.
He moans into me, but no words. He speaks with hands that clench my ass, hips that rock into me again and again, and lips that devour my skin. I’m not chasing my orgasm, I’m basking in this sexual journey, focusing on the way my flesh feels against his. I don’t ever want it to end.
Oliver
I’m in so deep with this woman I don’t know which way is up, and honestly, I don’t care. I could drown in her and die happy. Her passion sucks me into a world I’ve never known. I think it may be Heaven.
“Are you sure you need to sleep in your own bed tonight?” I ask, walking Vivian to her red door.
“Alex is home tonight and I have laundry to do. I’ve been distracted lately and I’ve fallen behind on a few things.” She snakes her arms under mine, resting her head on my chest. “You could stay with me tonight.”
I laugh. “Sleep with you in your twin bed?”
She looks up at me with a grin. “Good night, handsome.”
I stare at her—windblown hair, sun-kissed skin, and freckles that I find innocent and yet incredibly sexy. Then I can’t hold back, so I kiss her until I’m certain she’s no longer standing on her own. It’s not my intention, but every day I feel like that’s what is happening. I’m taking everything she gives and one day it could be too much.
“Good night, Vivian.”
She opens the door then turns back for one more kiss. “Thank you for today. It was perfect.”
I grin and nod.
Lately I have this problem. The grin on my face … it’s permanent. I reach my door and turn back. Vivian and Alex are staring out the window at me. They jump back and shut the blinds. I shake my head. What I’d give to hear that conversation tonight.
Grabbing a glass of water, I head upstairs to bed. I stop and touch my hand to the door. Shame, regret, and so much anger hides behind it. Some days I can justify it in my own twisted way. They’re just things and I know I shouldn’t need them and I probably shouldn’t have them, but I can’t get rid of them. If Vivian ever found out she wouldn’t understand. A rational person doesn’t do this, but I’m not rational … not anymore.
I haven’t opened the door once since I first locked it. Tonight is the night. Vivian has made me stronger. Maybe I don’t need it anymore. Lifting the cobalt vase off the hall console table, I turn it upside down and a lone key falls out. Unlocking both the knob and the dead bolt, I rest my head on the door. God, how did this happen? How did such darkness creep into my life?
I turn the knob like a dial to my heart; the thunder racking my chest becomes more painful with each turn. The door creaks as I inch it open. I close my eyes, the feeling alone is nearly unbearable. I can’t look. One step in, that’s enough. I lean against the wall just inside the door and slide to the ground. The strength I thought I had vanishes. Hugging my knees to my chest, I squeeze my eyes shut even tighter, but I can still see it. The hate has swallowed up the love and that makes me hate her even more.
Despite the restless night that will catch up with my body in a few hours, I wake with the sun and muddle my way through my morning routine. Lacing up my leather work boots, I laugh to myself. Who would have thought that I’d trade my three-piece suits and boardroom coffee with the firm’s partners for leather boots and gloves?
When I open the door the anguish from eight hours ago disappears like waking from a bad dream. Vivian sits on her front steps resting her elbows on her knees with her chin in one hand while her other twists a few long raven locks.
My grin is back and it feels amazing. She stands, blinding me with her own perfect smile before running across the street and leaping into my arms. I kiss her, once again taking everything I can, everything I need.
“Good morning,” she whispers against my lips.
“It is now.” I give her one more kiss and ease her body down mine until her feet are back on the ground. “Did you get your laundry done?”
“Yes, Mom.” She moves her arm around my back and slips her hand in my back pocket then nudges me to start walking.
“Are you wearing underwear today?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She squeezes my ass.
“You’d better be.”
“What are you going to do if I’m not? Spank me?”
I about choke on my own tongue. Does she want me to spank her? “Uh … I …”
She glances up and I can feel the heat in my face. I’m sure she can see it too. “I’m kidding.”
“Boston Kreme and a Dunkaccino?” I open the door to Dunks for her, anxious to change the subject.
She nods wetting her lips then biting them together with a smile so seductive I could combust in the damn doughnut shop.
We have ten minutes so we take a seat so she can at least finish her doughnut before catching the T.
“Coffee black and no doughnut? How boring, Oli.” She runs her tongue through the chocolate frosting.
“I ate at five this morning.”
“I can’t believe you watch the sunrise every morning. And that was almost three hours ago. Aren’t you hungry again?” She sticks her finger in the filling hole.
I rake my hands through my hair then scrub them over my face while releasing a frustrated groan. “Just eat the damn doughnut, Vivian!”
She sucks the cream off her finger. “A little testy this morning?” I start to shift in my chair, but her bare foot slides between my legs stopping me cold.
“Vivian …” I look around to see if anyone is watching us.
She doesn’t. Her eyes stay on me as she continues demonstrating her R-rated version of breakfast.
I grab her foot. “Put your shoe back on.”
Curling her toes into my crotch, she shakes her head and slides her finger out of her mouth. “Nope,” she says, popping the P.
“I’m serious.”
“Oli, do you want to spank me?”
“What?”
Her foot strokes me. “You seemed … flustered when I joked about spanking me.”
For fuck’s sake, woman, you’re really sitting here trying to get me off in the middle of Dunkin’ Donuts while asking me if I want to spank you! “I hadn’t … given it … much … thought.” God, I can’t think. I’m hard as steel and trying to gain some composure, but I can’t. Instead, I’m guiding her foot with my hand. In between my thoughts about licking that frosting off her tits and my memories of her licking it off my dick, I manage to squeeze in a few rational ones. What will I tell my family when they’re called to bail me out of jail because I’ve been arrested for lewd and indecent behavior?