His words somehow sober me and make me want him even more at the same time. I lift up so that his tip isn’t at my opening anymore, then sink back down and rub my clit against his shaft. I can feel the heat rising between my legs, up my body as the waves roll through me. I let go, losing all control and he’s not even inside of me. Oliver holds on tighter to me, and then I feel the moment that it happens for him too. His cock pulsates beneath me, sending another ripple through my body as I rock against him one more time. My mouth meets his as we come together, our lips touching and open and both of us cry out, moaning as we ride the last few waves of this orgasm together.
I stay on his lap and lay my head on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around me, resting his chin on the top of my head.
“I could stay right here holding you all day,” he mumbles.
I’m so caught up in this moment that I don’t hear the back door opening. I look up when I hear a squeal. Tina stands a few feet away from us, her hands over her mouth and eyes wide. She stares for a moment, like she can’t bring herself to look away, then finally, she smiles and says, “I guess you two aren’t fighting anymore.”
“Go away, Tina!” I yell at her.
She runs back inside, laughing. I look at Oliver, trying to fight a smile.
“If only she knew that what we saw was so much worse,” he says with a smirk.
“I kind of wish I could unsee it.”
“Yeah, me too,” he says. “The image of Ryan’s ass being burned into my mind isn’t exactly what I had in mind for this weekend.”
“We should have known better than to follow them on a romantic hike.”
“We won’t make that mistake twice,” he agrees.
I move off of him. I reach outside the hot tub for a clean towel, then wrap it around myself as I step out. We pick up our clothes, then tiptoe through the cabin and up the stairs, trying not to draw too much attention. Tina and Ryan must be in their bedroom because I don’t see them on the way to ours.
With my towel still wrapped around me, I rummage through my backpack, looking for a clean set of clothes to wear. Oliver steps up behind me so that my backside is pressed against his front. He wraps his arms around me, stopping me from looking through my backpack.
“I don’t know why you’re bothering with getting dressed,” he says into my ear. “We both know I’m just going to take all your clothes right back off.”
I turn around. He’s already dropped his towel. He stands in front of me fully nude and not the least bit shy. He tugs on my towel so that it drops to the floor.
“The hot tub wasn’t enough for you?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “I need to be inside of you this time.”
He backs me up against the bed until I have nowhere to go but down. I land on my back. He comes down on top of me, straddling me, and kisses my lips softly. His lips trail down my jaw to my neck.
“I want to kiss every inch of your body,” he whispers. He kisses my ear, then makes his way back down my neck to my shoulder, and he leaves a trail of kisses down my arm. When he gets down to my hand, his lips graze each of my fingers, and then he starts all over with my other arm. He kisses down my chest, teasing my nipples with his tongue when he gets to my breasts, and then he keeps going down my abdomen. He kisses each of my hips, then pauses at my pussy and says, “I’ll be back for you.”
My toes curl as he goes down my inner thigh to my knee. He props my foot up on his shoulder and continues kissing down my calf to my ankle, turning his head so that he can kiss along the arch of my foot. He lays my foot back down and comes back to me, stopping like he promised to give me one last kiss between my legs. He stays there for a minute, his tongue swiping my clit and making me so wet that by the time he comes back up, I’m slick and ready for him. He rubs his cock against my pussy, his tip playing against my opening. I’m so wet that he could slip right in if he’s not careful.
He reaches for a condom on the nightstand, rips open the foil, and puts it on. Then he’s back between my legs, using his thighs to part mine wider. He eases into me, and then he’s in and out, in and out, and even though this is our second time today—or third if you count the hot tub—I’m so sensitive that it might as well be the first time. Each time he pushes in, I feel it with my whole body, like shockwaves that won’t let up.
I reach for him, grabbing anywhere and everywhere. I grip his back, his muscular arms, his neck, his ass. I pull his head down and kiss him, biting his lip when our mouths come apart. He flips us over so that I can ride him. I think he likes when I’m on top. It’s the way he watches me as I rock against him, feeling my hips and cupping the swell of my breasts. I like being in control, hearing him grunt and moan as I ride him just how he likes. I can do whatever I want up here, and I do. I’m selfish, using his body for my own gain. He doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seems to enjoy every minute of it.
I begin to pulsate around his cock. I slow down, feeling every inch of him as this feeling builds. My mouth begins to water. I let go, totally consumed by this feeling. Oliver wraps his arms around me, pulling me down tightly against his body. He begins to thrust into me while I’m still on top of him, and just when I’m riding out the final waves of this orgasm, he comes too.
He doesn’t let go of me even after both of us have finished. I close my eyes, resting my head against his chest. I’m not ready to go back to the real world tomorrow. I could stay just like this, wrapped up in his arms in this cabin for a long, long time.
ChapterTwenty-Seven
The Porcelain Proposal
We spend the rest of the weekend tangled up in sheets, taking long showers together, and playing the occasional weird board game.
When it’s time to get back to reality, there are only a few days left until the proposal. I’ve booked the carriage ride, the airplanes are ready to go, and a couple hundred dancers have learned all the moves to the song Tina chose. I even found the right fireworks for the show, but after everything I’ve planned and all of the arrangements I’ve made, I still feel unprepared. I need this to go perfectly, because Tina needs it to be perfect.
Oliver and I stand outside a bar, waiting to catch Ryan’s mother before she goes inside.
“Why couldn’t you just call her?” Oliver asks.
