“No, no,” I reassure her, already heading back to where she stands, pulling her in for a gentle and loving hug because Arianna’s biggest regret is that she has never conceived and carried a child. “I’m not saying she won’t ever be; she will be.” My words cause Arianna to pull back a little to look up at me.
“Really, you’ve decided that?”
I nod. “Yes, not in great detail, but I love her, she loves me and we both know that this is it, forever with babies.”
“She’s come around to marriage then?”
I’m irritated again now because I know that Olivia’s position hasn’t changed but I want it to. “No, but she will, she’ll have to,” I say with determination and then I leave.
By the time I enter my home my head is hurting from the lack of sleep, the chaos of my girlfriend’s past and her ongoing objection to marriage is making my mood worse. I really need to shake it off if I am going to support my girl through the police interview she is facing.
I find Olivia sitting at the dining table that is rarely used. She has her computer open and is surrounded by boards, swatches and colour charts whilst on the phone.
The sight of her with her hair bundled up in a bun thing with an actual pencil pushed through it makes me smile as does her conversation, with her landlord. My mood is already shifting.
“So, I need to give a month’s notice? Yes, okay, no, no, I appreciate that, okay, thank you.”
She is standing up and stretching now, arching her back which only serves to make me think of the ways I make her stretch and arch, not to mention making her toes curl. She is fucking gorgeous, in her baggy jeans and little vest and messy hair.
Watching her have a final stretch I decide I have found exactly what I need to lift my mood fully, her.
“Hey, baby.” I come to a stop behind her.
She jumps slightly meaning my entrance was silent to her. I am preparing to embrace her, but she is already turning to face me.
“Hello.” She smiles as I cup her face, already positioning it for my kiss.
“Where’s Mona?” I know that a kiss is as much as I can reasonably go for if Mona is still around.
“Dry cleaners, again and then she has a dentist appointment, so she’ll be back in the morning,” Olivia replies and I nod with a vague recollection of my housekeeper’s appointment.
“So, we’re all alone?” I ask with a grin that says we are about to get down and dirty, right here and right now.
Her cute as fuck little smirk and biting of her lip confirms that she knows exactly what’s to come.
“Mase.” She whimpers as I tilt her head a little more and lean in to caress her lips with mine.
What I’d really like to do is to devour her, to fuck her as if my life depended on it, which it might, but this is more than sex for me now. This is desire and arousal for sure but it’s so much more. This is love, appreciation and need. I need her like I need my next breath and I need to connect with her on a deeper level because this is a turning point, for us both, not that she realises it yet.
I am kissing her gently, my lips moving over hers, worshipping them as I mould them to fit my own perfectly. Hers are opening, inviting me in, begging me to deepen this, the kiss, the moment, our relationship.
Olivia’s hands are reaching up to my shoulders, pushing my jacket off and then she’s reaching for my tie that she makes very short work of. “Mase,” she whines into my mouth when I push her back against the edge of the table. “Kiss me,” she begs, desperate for more than I am giving.
I oblige her and slide my tongue in, gently stroking her own tongue that is frantically retaliating, pleading for more. My girl is the most sensual and sexual woman in the world. I am sure of that with her grabbing hands, gasping breaths and eager tongue. With a more rapid pace and a few firmer strokes and probes of my tongue she settles down, gaining what she needs from me, briefly at least.
A whimper of disappointment leaves her mouth when I pull back to remove my shirt with a firm tug over my head. Olivia is now sitting on the very edge of the table, her smile broadening as my body is revealed to her.
Watching her watching me with nothing but love and desire makes me even more determined to do this today. I can see her eyes tracing the lines of my tattoo and then I watch her fingers tense as her tongue darts out of her mouth telling me that she wants some skin on skin contact, which is fine by me. My girl gets what she needs, always.
After my shirt come my shoes that I am kicking off followed by my trousers and then I turn my attention to Olivia’s overdressed state starting with the little vest that quickly reveals her lack of a bra.
“Oh, baby.” I step between her sprawled thighs, unable to resist the temptation of my beautiful girl’s glorious tits that really do look as though they’ve been decorated with actual cherries on top judging by her rosy nipples that are stiff little peaks in the centre of her puckered breasts that are pulled as tight as I have ever known.
Reaching for them I cup my hands to receive them then skim each of them with my thumbs which only serves to make Olivia more fraught judging by her moans and the movement of her legs, wrapping around my hips.
I have been with a lot of women over the years, but Olivia is in a different league. Never have I felt this way. Everything we do, from watching TV to fucking and everything in between gives me butterflies, it creates a lightheaded sensation and makes me whole. She makes me whole even though I never realised I had ever been anything but, however, my girl shows me every minute of every day that before her there was a void and I can’t go back to that, ever.
My head is already dropping and as soon as my face reaches her chest, I gently take a nipple between my lips, drawing it into the moisture and heat of my mouth.
