66. Megan
Chapter 66
Megan
Here lies the body of Megan Porter. RIP me.
I’ve died. I’m dead. Destroyed. Wrecked. Ruined, and glad for it.
If I thought I'd had good sex before, I was completely wrong. Time loses all meaning when Ollie breaks me into so many pieces, I don’t think I'll be able to put myself back together again in the same way.
While I bask in the afterglow, he carefully cleans me up with a warm washcloth and peppers my chest with soft kisses. There’s a faint whimpering noise that I think might be me.
Nobody has ever taken the time to do this before. Why isn’t he just rolling over and going to sleep like most men do?
Oh, that’s right, because Ollie Mortimer is not like most men.
“See what happens when you ask for what you want?” he says, making his way back up my body. “I quite like bossy Megan. We’re definitely doing that again.”
The thought has me moaning again, before I remember we’re on a countdown here. My body is already craving him every minute of the day. Another night like this and I’ll be fully addicted, then where will that leave me when he goes?
“Are you OK? You’ve gone awfully quiet.”
“I’m embarrassed,” I laugh, pulling a pillow over my face. “I’m not usually like that.”
Ollie lifts it carefully and burrows his head to hide with me.
“Listen to me, Megan. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Watching you take control and ask for what you want, demand it, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. You are the hottest thing, and I'll keep telling you until you believe me.”
A shiver runs through me, and he sits up, tugging the covers back so we can crawl underneath them. He pulls them right over our heads and we roll to face each other in the dark. I can barely make out the features of his face, but I can tell he’s relaxed and sleepy. He wraps an arm around my back and pulls me closer.
“I’ve never been with anyone like you before,” he whispers.
“What, old?” I murmur against his chest.
“Not old. Open. Curious. Adventurous. Perfect.” He punctuates each word with a forehead kiss.
Me? Open and curious? Nobody has ever described me that way before. Adventurous? Not if my January goals are anything to go by. I hoped I’d be having lots of adventures with my friends this year, and I’ve barely left the house.
Normally I’m the opposite of open and curious because I’m so focused and determined to stick to my plans. Plans which Ollie has been unravelling since the moment I met him.
If I seem that way, it’s only because he brings it out of me. And that’s no bad thing. I’m having the best sex of my life, with a man who’s gorgeous both inside and out. It’s never been like this with anyone else, either.
We stay in our soft haze until my rumbling stomach brings us back to reality.
“Let’s get you fed, little lady,” he says, burrowing down to kiss my stomach. I can barely contain my smile. He’s too cute for words.
While he prepares dinner, I down a glass of water in the kitchen, then grab my phone to text Hattie.
Megan: Why didn’t you tell me you can hear my vibrator from the other room?
Hattie: Because I’m always happy to hear a woman having a good time.
Classic Hattie. I’m above to put my phone away when it buzzes in quick succession.
Hattie: Wait a second…
Hattie: How was this discovered?
When she calls me, I reject it, knowing I’ve already said too much.
Hattie: OMG!
Hattie: Answer meeeee!
Hattie: MEGAN!!!!!!!!!!