CHAPTER 76 - The reunion
DALE'S EYES FOLLOWEDher retreating back.
“She is something special, all right,” Roys said with frank admiration. “I’m beginning to understand why you followed her across two centuries.”
Dale frowned, realizing Roys's gaze was glued to Olivia's back. “You are staring at her.”
Roys had the audacity to laugh. “Man, relax. She is sort of my great grandmother.”
Dale shook his head with a self deprecating half smile. “It is so bizarre to think about that. Don’t pay me any mind. Seeing the pictures of her with her ex, followed by days of uncertainty when I still didn’t know if she would remember me, has brought out a jealous streak I didn’t know I had.”
At that moment, Olivia popped back down. “Everything is ready. We can retire whenever you guys want. I hope you are not hungry. There’s no food in the house, as I was planning to leave in the morning.”
They shook their heads no and climbed the stairs.
“We know. Don’t worry, we are not hungry. All I want is a soft bed and you,” Dale said with a twinkle in his eyes.
“Oh, so you are hungry after all,” she said under her breath, so only he could hear her.
“Roys, this is your room over here. The bathroom is through that door. There’s a clean towel in there for you. If you need anything, just let me know.” She dragged Dale further down the hallway to the opposite side of the house.
“I’m sure I will be fine. Good night to you both,” Roys said as he entered his room, closing the door behind him.
Olivia opened a door at the other end of the corridor and led Dale inside, closing and locking the door behind her. Then she turned and walked straight into his arms.
“Now, about that hunger...”
He crushed her body to his, his mouth descended on hers, devouring her in an all-consuming kiss. All his desperation, longing and hope were pouring out of him. She must feel the same way. She ripped his shirt open, running her hands over his naked torso and back. Her mouth followed. Tearing her lips from his, she deposited open-mouthed kisses across his chest, biting his shoulder, her hands roving lower over his stomach. She was just as ravenous as he, and he was going insane with want.
Then her hands cupped his erection through his pants, and a grunt escaped him as his hips pushed desperately against her. This wasn’t going as planned. During all these weeks of traveling, he had been dreaming of a thousand ways to seduce her when he finally had her in his arms again. He was going to take his time, make it last all night. He was going to love her long and slow, but this was burning too fast. And he was incapable of slowing down.
When her questing hands found the fly of his pants, he stopped all thought of going slow. He needed her, and he needed her now. So much so, he thought he would die if he didn’t bury himself in her at once. His erection sprang free into her hands, and she squeezed. The pleasure was swift and blinding. A little bead of fluid collected on the tip of his member. She looked at it and licked her lips, then crouched down and lapped it up, almost unmanning him.
He retreated just enough to finish kicking off his pants and shoes, and she took the time to discard her own flimsy nightwear. Then she stood before him in all her naked glory. God, how he loved this woman. Holding his gaze, she pushed him onto her bed. He fell backwards, and she straddled him. Taking his erection in her hands, she rubbed his tip at her entrance, moistening it with her juices. Then she slid down, moaning as she slowly took every inch of him.
Her flushed face and half-closed eyes were the most erotic thing he had ever seen. His hands roamed without conscious thought all over her legs, around to her buttocks. Molding her waist before coming up to cup her breasts and torment the little peaks that were crying out for attention. He lavished them, teasing them with his fingers until she was gasping, and her movements on top of him were no longer smooth, but frantic and wild.
She didn’t even realize all the sweet and wild sounds she was making. She was in a frenzy, a frenzy that fed his own. Mad with want, he raised himself and captured one of her engorged nipples in his mouth, sucking deep. Making her gasp as her internal muscles contracted in a fierce orgasm that triggered his own. The pleasure went on and on forever. He thought he might die in the white heat of the passion they shared.
Breath by breath, they floated back down to earth. When the madness subsided, she lay sprawled on top of him, her head resting next to his, her soft breath tickling his ear. His arms were around her and he was still inside her. It seemed every time they made love, neither one of them was keen to separate afterwards. He had never known such peace, such absolute certainty that he was exactly where he was supposed to be.
He closed his eyes slowly. At long last, he could rest. He had arrived home.
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