Ollie’s hand slid to my bare thigh under the table as he reached for his tea, listening to my dad talk about the remodel he wanted to do in the kitchen. All I could focus on was the way his fingers dragged along the inside of my thigh, rising higher and higher …
“What do you think, Mia?” Dad asked.
My head snapped up, and I tried to lift my heavy lids. “mhm?”
“I prefer white cabinets,” Diane interjected.
I moved my sweater over my lap. “Yeah, white sounds good.”
Ollie tilted his head to face me just as his fingertips reached my panties. I let out a whimper when his thumb scraped across my sex over the thin material. “Mia, are you okay?” he asked with a smirk.
“Mhmm.”
His finger pressed against my clit. “What about your kitchen?”
“My what?”
“Your kitchen back in Surrey. It’s small, but we could do white if that’s what you like,” his finger dipped beneath the hem and trudged through my slit, and my thighs clenched as I grabbed my Dr. Pepper off the table and sucked from the straw, “or would you preferopenshelving?”
The soda sprayed from my lips as my hips jerked forward.
“Mia!” Diane exclaimed, but I was too focused on Ollie’s skilled and slender fingers, making love to me under the table as we all sat around for lunch.
“Excuse me. I think I left my phone in Ollie’s car,” I slid my eyes to Ollie who wore a smug grin, “Give me six minutes.”
I got up from the table and hurried in heels through the restaurant and toward the parking lot, hoping Ollie would follow. It was mid-day, and I shivered against the wind in the vacant parking lot, pacing beside Ollie’s hatchback. The sun shone high above as Ollie walked toward me with his hands in the pockets and a mischievous grin rising on his lips.
He walked past me toward the woods.
I spun around. “Where are you going?”
He turned to face me but continued to walk backward. “We have five minutes left. I don’t have time to admire you. Now, hurry up, I haven’t got all day.”
I leaned forward as a laugh escaped before jogging up behind him.
Ollie had unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt by the time we reached a field behind a layer of woods. In a swift motion, he picked me up and laid me over the grassy bed of flowers, and pushed up my dress and my thighs apart. Hooking my panties, Ollie yanked them to the side, and his flattened hot tongue dragged through my soaked sex as a moan escaped the both of us. “I’m going to come from this alone,” he whispered, then pushed two fingers inside me and curled. Over and over, his tongue stroked my clit. My hips bucked against his mouth, and I fisted flowers around me, pulling at their roots from the sensations threatening to erupt.
Ollie pulled his hand away to release his stretched cock, fisting it between us while lapping his tongue over my entrance. My head jerked back, and I raised my hips, aching for our connection. He growled and lifted onto his palms over me. “Tonight, you’re mine. Tonight, we’re taking our fucking time, and I’m doing what I want, Mia,” he said, all in one breath. Nodding, I yanked his shirt down until our mouths crashed, and after one hard thrust, Ollie fell onto his elbow. “Jesus Christ, Mia,” he slowly pulled out before slamming back in, his trembling lips hovering mine, “You feel so fucking good.”
“Stop talking, Ollie,” I cried through another mind-altering thrust.
“Not into the dirty talk, either?” He smiled against my lips, his hips rolling torturously, grinding to the wild tune we created. A moan came up from my throat as he ground into me again, and I tried to shake my head.
Ollie’s fingers dragged down my thigh and gripped my ass as he took me deeper while his other hand caressed my forehead with his thumb. I tasted myself on his lips as our tongues collided, and his mouth moved from mine, down my jawline, to my ear. His breath hit, and my core clenched around him.
“I feel you, Mia,” he whispered as I met his every grind.
Ollie sat up, eyes heavy and gaze licking over my body down to where we were connected. His fingers dug into my thighs, spreading me wider, and his other hand kneaded my clit. The buzzing white-hot flame lighted and drained the orgasm from me, and my sex contracted against his desperate beat. Legs shaking, I watched his green eyes adore me as I drifted inside a rapture, my lids flickering from the heavy intensity. Soon, Ollie let go, chasing the wondrous feeling.
With my body sedated and knees relaxed and parted, Ollie took his sweet time, kissing the insides of my thighs, my core, my sensitive clit, and licking my wounds as the field of wildflowers surrounding us danced with the brisk wind. I jerked against his warm tongue as he built me up into another climax. He was relentless and utterly shameless in his addiction, and his lips moved delicately against me, painting an illusion we had all the time in the world. Because with Ollie, time didn’t exist, and nothing else mattered.
Mia and I walked back into the restaurant, hand in hand with her delectable flavor skipping on the tip of my tongue. I picked a white flower from her hair as we sat at the table and averted the eyes of Bruce and Diane with a smile lingering over my face. One I couldn’t shake.
“Get your phone?” Diane asked, all-knowingly.
“I must’ve left it at the house.” Mia waved her hand in front of her and eyed the food that had arrived while we were gone. “Oh, man. This looks so good.”
Diane rolled her eyes and sifted her fork through her coleslaw as Bruce remained quiet.
