20 #3
They stayed like that for a moment, bodies joined, kissing slowly. He pulled out, then pushed back in with a roll of his hips and a nip to her lower lip. His movement continued in the same fashion. Mirroring the slow way, he’d tortured her orally.
His hips rolled to hit a different spot each time he entered her, and she served moans to his lips that he accepted without hesitation. Moans that he took and countered with his own.
Olani rolled her hips up to meet each thrust, taking him in deeply each time he caressed her walls. Her legs wrapped around him, his speed increasing only slightly. Their kiss broke, but their lips still brushed, gentle pecks coming now and then.
The build-up of her orgasm started with an ember that caused a spark, and she could feel it coil within her stomach, begging to be set free, and she wasn’t sure if she could take him denying her.
“Please,” she whispered against his lips.
“Let go for me, Sweetheart,” Elion commanded softly. “Show me how good you feel.”
And she did, arching into him as her release flowed from her.
A moan left her lips, and he held himself still.
Allowed it to roll through her and settle as he gave her soft kisses.
Then he was rolling his hips again. The rhythm slow again.
Touching deep with each entry, she knew it would be a long, pleasurable night.
E lion stood at the stove preparing omelets.
He’d rolled out of bed an hour ago and showered, dressing in a pair of basketball shorts.
He’d pulled out one of his T-shirts and a pair of boxers for Olani, who’d still been sleeping, but he’d heard her get out of bed about fifteen minutes ago.
He left towels and an unopened toothbrush on the bathroom counter for her.
He was plating the omelets five minutes later when she walked in and wrapped her arms around his waist.
“Good morning, Sweetheart,” he greeted.
“Good morning,” she responded, kissing his left shoulder.
“How did you sleep?”
“I slept amazingly. How about you?”
“You were on top of me, so I have no complaints.”
She released him, and he put their plates on the bar. He pulled two glasses from the cabinet while she opened the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of orange juice. She was wearing the clothes he’d left out for her. Her natural curls were left unruly. She looked incredibly gorgeous.
They sat, eating their food in comfortable silence, and once they finished, they washed dishes together. He asked if she needed to get home or if she wanted to watch a movie, and he could wash her clothes for her. She told him she didn’t have any plans and they could watch a couple of movies.
Once their clothes were in the washer, Elion picked his laptop up from the desk. He’d bought it to leave on the boat instead of a television. He switched on the mobile wifi box and went to where Olani was sitting on the couch.
They rearranged, and she leaned back against his chest. After logging into his Netflix account, he placed the laptop on her lap and let her choose the movie. She chose a comedy, and they settled in for the next two hours.
E lion pulled into his driveway later that afternoon, after dropping Olani off.
They’d spent the morning and the first half of the afternoon watching movies and then having lunch together before he’d driven the boat back to the dock.
The two of them had gotten dressed and left the quiet isolation they’d been enjoying.
He entered the house to find Clara sitting on the couch, watching television and eating a bowl of ramen. She looked up at him and raised a brow.
“I see you chose not to come home last night, young man,” she stated. “I thought I raised you to be more responsible than that.”
He snorted as he closed the door and walked over, taking a seat beside her. “You sound like your mother.”
Clara turned to him with a smile. “Thanks, I’ve been practicing. I’m going to take it the date went well, and you had a good night.”
“What makes you think that?” Elion asked, deciding not to answer her.
“Your energy gives off; I had great sex, and I’m still basking in it.”
He pulled a face at his niece. “We are not talking about my sex life.”
“So, you do have one. Which means I’m probably right.”
“Clara,” he stated in a warning tone. Adult or not, he would not talk about his sex life with her, regardless of her being correct.
“Fine,” Clara conceded, forking a large portion of ramen in her mouth.
“There are two commission requests on the website. They came in yesterday, so I figured you hadn’t seen them, and two sales came in this morning for those feather pieces you did a couple of weeks ago.
I’ll pack them up later this evening and drop them off for shipment on my way into town in the morning. ”
Elion nodded. “Thanks. I’ll look at the requests tomorrow. I’m going to enjoy the rest of my day off.”
Clara stopped the fork halfway to her lips and turned to look at him with a shocked expression. “Yeah, you’re definitely getting some. I need to meet this woman because you just said, “day off.” I don’t think I’ve ever heard you utter those two words in any combination that signified not working.”
He rolled his eyes because she was being overdramatic. Well, slightly. He took time off work, mostly when he had a creative block, but he enjoyed what he did. He’d turned something he was passionate about into a career. So, it never felt like work to him until he approached the exhibit deadline.
“Speaking of this woman. Have you chosen where you’re going on your final trip?”
“I have.”
“Well, where are you taking her?” Clara probed.
“Somewhere you will not be, my dear niece,” Elion responded, standing.
“Rude,” she replied as he walked out of the living room and to his bedroom.
He changed into a pair of swim trunks, grabbed a towel, and went outside. Placing the towel on one of the lounge chairs, he dove in headfirst. The initial shock of the cold water surrounding him was short-lived, and he surfaced a few seconds later.
Clara asking about the final trip he and Olani were supposed to take their last week, according to the dating website, had him thinking about what that meant for them.
He liked Olani. Enjoyed spending time with her and getting to know her. He’d fallen into the habit of texting her in the mornings and FaceTiming her to tell her goodnight. They were in a relationship, plain and simple, but where would it go from there?
The premise and end goal of the website was clear, and it hadn’t changed. Is that where they would find themselves in two weeks when they spent that week together uninterrupted?
He was asking himself that question when, ultimately, it was his call to make, was it not?
That was unless he asked, and she said no.
However, he didn’t see that happening, were his emotions to sway him that way.
She’d joined the site looking for marriage, for a husband.
He’d joined because his niece had been minding his business, but he hadn’t been looking.
They hadn’t become members with the same goals, though he’d stayed on the site because he wanted to date her and get to know her.
Elion sank back under the water. Dwelling on it would not give him the answer, and honestly, he didn’t think he would have it until it was meant for him to, regardless of how long it took to come to him.