“I’ll walk you to your door.” He tells me.
I expected nothing less. He’s been the classic gentleman the entire night. If I don’t count the slap of my thigh and trust me, I’m not going to hold that against him. Not when I can feel myself getting wet from the brief contact.
“Just to my door?” I tease him as I grab his elbow. The fabric is soft under my hand, and I can feel his body heat through the material.
“For tonight.” He replies. “I need time to cyber stalk you after all. Make sure I’m not dating a serial killer.”
I give him a playful shove and he stumbles a bit more than necessary playing into the bit.
Suddenly his other hand snaps out and grabs my bicep pulling me into his firm embrace. His lips crash against mine and I grab his shirt to pull him closer. He allows me to tug him closer until he’s leaning against my body pinning me to the wall. His lips are soft against mine even with the force behind his kiss.
I release his shirt to thread my fingers into his wavy hair and grip the back of his head. With his hips pining me to the wall and his back hunched over to kiss me I can’t help but notice how tall he is. The height difference didn’t feel so stark sitting in the car or down for dinner. His hands release my arms and slide from my waist to my ass. A squeeze is my only warning before he lifts me up.
His tongue is warm as it thrusts into my mouth. My legs wrap around his waist pushing my skirt high on my thighs. With a groan he pulls away from my mouth and my legs squeeze tightly around his hips as he carries me down the hallway to the elevator.
“Put me down!” I demand as we approach the stainless-steel doors.
“Why? I can reach your mouth better this way.” He refuses with a smirk. His lips slightly reddened.
“Because it’s indecent and our neighbors might see.” I argue.
“We’ll just tell them you had a bit too much to drink.” He says.
I lean back in his hold to see his face and glare at his chin when I see his smirk.
“Mrs. Williams will be scandalized that I couldn’t hold my liquor like a proper lady.” I reply.
“Mrs. Williams was young once. She’ll understand.” He assures me as we wait for the elevator to reach us.
He spanks me gently as he walks us inside. I tuck my chin into his chest as the elevator begins to rise.
“I like the thrill darlin’. If you’re uncomfortable, tell me to stop.” He whispers into my ear.
Untucking my chin, I met his gaze with a steady one of my own.
“Don’t worry about mehoney. I have no problem speaking my mind.”
“That’s my girl.” He says with another pat and a soft kiss.
As the floors pass by his left hand leaves my butt and slips between us to dive between my legs. His thumb strokes my clit through my panties in a slow steady motion. I was already dripping when he pinned me to the wall. Now with his hand exactly where I need it, I’m drenched. Each stroke brings me closer to the edge and for a moment I forget we’re in a public place. I forget that anyone could hail the elevator and discover us. I tip my head back and moan as his thumb makes steady circles.
The ding declares our arrival on my floor. Two below his. His hand slips away and I unsuccessfully fight an annoyed groan.
With sure strides he reaches my door before I can wrestle the keys out of my purse. I hear the click of a latch as I finally grab them out of the depths of the bag. I jam the key into the knob so forcefully I’ll probably need to change locks. Thankfully Oliver has us inside before my elderly neighbor Mrs. Williams can catch us.
Once the deadbolt is flipped Oliver lowers me back to my feet.
“Nothing louder than a whisper, darlin’.” Oliver speaks quietly into my ear, “Be my good girl and I’ll reward you later.”
He slides his hand up my waist, pausing to grab my breast and then grabs the back of my neck and pulls me forward. He keeps his hands on my neck and ass as he leans down and kisses me.
When our mouths break apart his hand leaves my ass and slips under my sweater to slide his palms against my hips.
Oliver’s eyes are fixed on mine as his hand slides up to cup my breast through my bra. I release his shirt to grab his hair and use my grip to pull his mouth to mine again. He finds the front clasp on my bra and with a flick of his finger my breasts are free of the confining fabric. The soft wool of my sweater brushes my nipples and as they harden, he grabs my breast and squeezes it gently. I moan into his mouth. As soon as the sound is out his hand leaves my breast and swats my right butt cheek.
“Quiet darlin’. Someone will hear you.” He drawls quietly into my ear.
I snag his arm to pull him towards my bedroom, but I frown when he doesn’t budge. His eyes burn with longing as he shakes his head.
