Chapter 22 #2
The sound of the front door opening startles me out of my thoughts. I twist to turn off the stove as Olivia appears in the doorway, surprise in her eyes.
“Alex,” she breathes, her voice a mix of surprise and something else I can’t quite place. “What is all this?”
“I wanted to surprise you,” I say. “I remember how much you enjoyed the last meal I cooked for you, so I thought...”
Before I can finish, Olivia crosses the room in quick strides. Her hands cup my face before her lips crash onto mine in an urgent and passionate kiss. I’m caught off guard by the intensity, but I respond instantly, my arms wrapping around her waist to pull her closer.
When we break apart, Olivia’s cheeks are flushed, her eyes bright. “No one has ever put so much care and effort into something for me,” she murmurs, her fingers tracing my jawline.
I catch her hand and press a tender kiss to her palm. “Then you’ve been with the wrong men, Olivia,” I tell her, my voice low and earnest. “Because you’re worth everything. This,” I gesture around us, “is the least of what you deserve.”
I see a hint of vulnerability in her eyes, a glimpse of the walls she’s built up over time. But before I can dwell on it, she’s kissing me again, this time deeper and more urgent. It feels like a floodgate has opened between us, all the unspoken feelings rushing to the surface.
Without breaking the kiss, I lift her onto the kitchen counter, pushing aside ingredients with one arm. Olivia’s hands tangle in my hair as our bodies press together. The heat between us is intoxicating and makes it hard for me to focus.
“Olivia,” I breathe against her lips, my hands roaming her back. “God, you’re incredible.”
She responds by wrapping her legs around my waist, effectively trapping me against her. Not that I’m complaining. As our kisses grow more heated, a small voice in the back of my mind reminds me of the dinner waiting to be served, of the carefully laid plans I had for the evening.
But with Olivia in my arms, her soft sighs filling my ears, I can’t bring myself to care about anything else. The food can wait. This moment, right here, is all that matters.
“God, you have no idea what you do to me.”
She pulls back, her eyes dark with desire. “Show me.”
My hands glide up her legs, pushing her skirt up to her waist. I trail kisses along her jawline, down her neck, relishing the soft moans escaping from her lips. When I reach that sensitive spot below her ear, she shivers.
“You missed me,” I murmur, my fingers tracing over the fabric of her panties. The dampness confirms my words. “Didn’t you?”
Her breath hitches. “Yes.”
I guide her legs over my shoulders, never breaking eye contact. “I missed you, too,” I confess, before lowering my head.
My lips caress her inner thighs, leaving a trail of soft, teasing kisses that make her squirm with anticipation.
“Tell me what you want from me, Olivia.”
She shifts against the counter, her fingers clutching its edge. “You. I want you.”
My lips continue their journey down her thigh, tasting her through the fabric. Olivia gasps, arching into my touch as a shiver runs through her body.
I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. It’s not just physical attraction; it’s something deeper and more profound.
With deliberate slowness, I remove her panties. Olivia’s breath catches as I press a kiss to her inner thigh before my tongue traces a path along her folds. She gasps and trembles beneath me as I taste her essence.
Her legs tighten around me, urging me closer as she seeks release. I happily oblige, flicking my tongue over her sensitive bud and coaxing out soft cries from her parted lips. Olivia’s hands thread into my hair, guiding and encouraging me as pleasure builds within her.
“Alex,” she whimpers, “please... I need...”
I tease her with gentle strokes of my tongue, alternating between lazy, languid movements and quick, targeted ones. Olivia’s breathing grows ragged, and her hips move in time with mine.
“What do you need, darling?” I ask, looking up at her flushed face.
“More,” she gasps. “I need more.”
I slide two fingers into her wet core, and her muscles clench around me in response. A soft moan escapes from between Olivia’s lips as I dive back in with renewed fervor.
Her legs quiver, and she thrashes about on the counter, her moans growing louder.
“That’s it,” I whisper, my fingers working in sync with my mouth. “Let go...”
Olivia’s body arches upwards, her hands gripping onto my hair as she cries out in pleasure. Wave after wave crashes over her, her muscles contracting around me as she rides out the orgasm.
I savor the sight of her, panting and flushed, as her body calms down from its high. I withdraw my fingers and stand up, lifting her gently off the counter. She wraps her arms around me, resting her head on my chest as we catch our breath.
“Thank you.”
I lean in to kiss her softly, tasting the sweetness of her release on my lips.
“You’re welcome,” I murmur.
“Do you want... You haven’t come yet?”
“First, we eat.” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Then we can come back to... pleasure,” I say, a wicked smile playing on my lips.
I see the heat ignite in her eyes and know that this is just the beginning.
We have a whole lifetime of exploring and discovering ahead of us. “I promise to make it worth your wait.”