It’s the perfect opportunity to put an end to whatever is happening here. I should take it. Nothing good can come of this.
“I thought you were going to join me,” I hear myself say.
I almost miss the flicker that flashes across his eyes. Before I can form my next thought, his arms are around me again, but this time he’s lifting me up off the bed and carrying me to the bathroom. When we get there, he sets me down next to the walk-in shower, then leans in and turns the handle.
He faces me again and looks me up and down, taking in the sight of me. “Why are you still wearing so many clothes?”
His voice is a deep rumble that makes me wish my clothes had the ability to spontaneously dissolve on demand. He steps close to me again. His fingertips touch my sides, sending goosebumps over my skin.
“Can I take this off?” he whispers, feeling the strap of my bra.
I don’t know what’s come over me. What started as a joke is now venturing into dangerously real territory. It already has. I’m not sure what to do about it. All I know is what I don’t want, and that’s to put a stop to it. I nod.
He reaches around my back and unhooks my bra. The straps slide over my shoulders. I let it drop to the floor. Oliver’s eyes dip down before he looks back up at me. “Is this okay?” he asks.
I nod again. His hands come up from my waist to feel my breasts, and then his fingers trail back down my abdomen to the button of my jeans.
“I want these off too,” he says. He unbuttons my pants and starts to tug them down.
“I can’t be the only one getting naked,” I tell him. I reach for his button and try to undo it but it gets stuck. He lets go of my pants to pull his own down. I step out of my pants and kick them to the side.
“Hmm. These too,” he says. He starts to push my underwear down, but his hands stop on my ass and he squeezes. He brings his body flush with mine. I can feel how hard he is through his boxer shorts pressed against my lower belly. I let my underwear drop the rest of the way to the floor and then he takes his off, too.
“Let’s get in before the water turns cold,” he says.
He never takes his hands off me as he follows me in. The shower is bigger than I expect. It’s a walk-in shower that’s mostly hidden behind the bathroom wall. There are three different shower heads; one on each side and a third in the ceiling that pours straight down like rain. At the back of the shower is a bench.
I turn around so that I can see Oliver. I only caught a glimpse before he ushered me into the shower. He’s not shy as I look him up and down, taking in the view. It’s not like I’ve never imagined this before, but I’m still caught off guard by how badly I want his body on mine, how I need him inside of me.
“What’s the bench for?” I ask.
His gaze darts from me to the bench behind me, and then back to me, this time with a smile. “Why don’t I show you?”
He backs me up toward it, then guides me to sit. He leans over me and touches his lips to mine, leaning me down until I’m lying on my back and he’s straddling me. He kisses my neck, trailing down to that ticklish spot on my collarbone, between my breasts, and lower down my abdomen until his face is between my legs. I suck in a breath, all at once overcome by this deep pleasure that I didn’t know could be attained this way, and not knowing what to do with my hands or with my legs. I keep my legs parted for him and rest my feet on the backs of his shoulders while he does all the work with his tongue. I shudder out a moan and reach for something, anything, but with nothing else to grip, my hands end up in his hair.
He looks up at me, and even though I can only see his eyes, I know that he’s smiling because I can feel it. He does something with his tongue that has me gasping. Even though this is his first time down there, it seems like he already knows all the right things to do to get me revved up. I’m so close, so worked up, that all I want is this release that he’s building me up to. I’m about to beg him to let me go and put himself inside of me when he changes the way he moves his tongue just a tiny bit. It’s enough to send me over the edge.
I’ve never been a screamer, but I cry out now, all the tension releasing around his mouth. He keeps going, holding onto my hips firmly, driving in even deeper than I thought he could, and it keeps me riding this orgasm longer than any other has ever lasted. By the time I come down off this high, my legs are shaking. I’m not sure I can walk.
Oliver lets go of my hips and wipes his mouth, then looks at me with a drunken smile. “You taste so good,” he says.
I want to repay the favor, and I’m about to offer that when there’s a knock at the bathroom door. We look at each other and then we both turn to look toward the door.
“Dinner’s ready,” Tina calls out from behind the door.
I curse quietly. I was hungry before, but now all I want is to finish what I started with Oliver.
“And clean this room,” she says. “You left condoms all over the floor, you animals.”
I snort out a laugh. “Sounds like she bought our little ruse,” I whisper.
He smiles. “I guess we should head downstairs.”
“What about you?” I ask. “We didn’t?—”
“I’ll be fine,” he says. “There’s always later. Right?”
I nod. “Right.”
