“It will be a while before Tina and Ryan are back,” I remind him. “Maybe a little soak in the hot tub? No clothes?”
He smiles. “I like where this is headed.”
* * *
By the time we make it back to the cabin, my lungs are on fire. My legs feel like jelly. I’m also starving. Oliver and I raid the kitchen and make ourselves lunch. There’s something that feels intimate about standing next to him in the kitchen, both of us hungry and exhausted, using the same ingredients to make slightly different sandwiches. He loads his up with spinach and cheese on top of his turkey. I keep mine simple, only using a little of each ingredient. We eat at the island counter and then we go out the back door to the hot tub.
Now that we’ve cooled down from our impromptu hike, the air out here feels chilly. Steam comes out of the hot tub, looking inviting. Oliver pulls my shirt up over my head. A wave of goosebumps covers my skin, partly because of the cool air, but mostly because of the way his warm fingers caress my skin as my shirt comes off. His lips come down and meet my neck, his breath warming me almost enough to make me forget that I’m standing half naked outdoors in the cool mountains of Pennsylvania.
I pull his shirt off, watching the goosebumps cover his skin, too. He sucks in a breath when I trace my fingers over his muscles. I lower my hands to his waistband and I undo his button. I tug his pants down and lower myself so that I’m on my knees in front of him, eyelevel with his waist. I pull him out of his boxers and close my hand around him, stroking him and feeling how hard he is already. I open my mouth and trace his length softly with my tongue.
“Priscilla,” he murmurs, his cock twitching against my mouth. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I want to,” I tell him. I want to repay the favor, for yesterday in the shower and for earlier this morning. I want him to feel as good as he made me feel. “Do you want me to?”
He nods. He reaches down and weaves his fingers into my hair, holding on. I take him into my mouth, tasting him as he rocks gently against my mouth. I look up at him, seeing the pleasure in his eyes, feeling it with my mouth and the way he sucks in a breath each time I take him deeper.
“Priscilla,” he warns me. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”
I take my mouth off of him only long enough to say, “Isn’t that what we both want?” I take him back into my mouth, stroking him as I suck. He rocks his hips against me a little faster, holding on tighter to my hair. Just when I think he’s going to completely let go, he pulls out. He hauls me up onto my feet.
“Get in the hot tub,” he says. “Now.”
I undress completely and step into the water. The warmth feels good on my sore muscles. I sink down. Oliver covers me, parting my legs below the water. He rubs his length against my center. I pull him closer, needing him inside of me.
He has better restraint than anyone I’ve ever met because he still doesn’t push into me. He takes his time, sliding against me, teasing my clit with the tip of his cock. He’s not even inside me, yet I can feel an orgasm building, climbing up through my veins, just waiting to be released with the right touch.
“Oliver,” I beg him. “Please.”
He presses his forehead against mine. “Please don’t be mad at me,” he says.
“Why would I?—”
“I left the condoms upstairs,” he says.
My shoulders drop. He separates his body from mine and sits next to me. My body feels the withdrawals from losing him already. I turn and climb into his lap, not ready to let him go just yet.
“I can run up and grab them,” he says.
I smile, picturing him running buck naked up the stairs and dripping water all over the wood floors.
“That would be a good idea.” I rub myself against his length. His hands close around my hips, holding me to him as I rock against him, feeling every inch of him and losing myself in how turned on I am.
“I’m clean,” he tells me. “I’ve been checked.”
“So am I.” It feels like every nerve ending in my body is just waiting for him to slip into me so that I can finally find release. I don’t think I can bear the thought of him leaving me right now. “But I’m not on the pill.”
“Then I need to go upstairs and get the condoms,” he says. His hands stay on my hips, holding me to him like he can’t stand the thought of leaving me either.
I nod. “Yeah. You should.”
I rock my hips a little higher, and this time when I come back down, his tip finds my opening and settles there. All it would take is for me to sink down just a little. Just an inch, two, maybe a little bit more, and then I can come back up and we can do the responsible thing and let him go grab a condom.
“I should,” he agrees.
“So why are neither of us stopping this?” I ask.
He smiles and it makes me lose a little more of my self-control. “Because you are very hard to resist,” he says. “But I’m one wrong move away from coming inside of you right now, and as good as it would feel to make a baby with you, I don’t think either of us is ready for that.”
