“No, no, come in, please. Are you okay?” I ask hoping that nothing else has occurred during the morning.
“Mmm. Upstairs seems a little frantic, Sean and Arianna were deep in convo’, although I think your office may be finished this week, subject to deliveries.”
She is already arranging herself into a straddling across my lap, a position I love having her in.
“Well I can’t say that I’m not thrilled to hear that. I like us being on the same floor and I’m really excited to see what you’ve done up there.”
“I hope you like it. I think you will.” Olivia is thinking aloud whilst nervously nibbling her lower lip.
“Baby, I am sure I will and that also means you can get started on our bedroom.”
I see the flicker in her eyes and the slight change to her body that stiffens a little beneath my hands that are settled on her hips.
“We didn’t get around to talking about that, did we?” Her sigh sounds disappointed, but I don’t understand why.
“Then let’s talk now.”
“I need to go home,” is her opening comment but I make no response because I am unsure how to say that she is home and that no matter what else happens today she is not going back to her flat to stay. She stays here, with me, in my bed, our bed. “I can’t stay here forever and the longer I stay away…” she trails off and I know I need to pursue what she’s thinking.
“What? The longer you stay away, what?”
She is looking down at her hands that are currently fisting in her lap.
“The longer I stay away from my flat the more I get used to spending every night here, falling asleep with you and then waking up with you, and I like it,” she admits with an embarrassed flush across her cheeks.
I am sorry that her admission makes her feel awkward but I can’t deny that I love the meaning behind her words and am now more convinced than ever that she won’t ever be returning to her flat other than to empty it because this is home for us both, together.
“Is that a bad thing?” I decide to answer my own question before she has chance to disagree. “It’s certainly not in my book because I feel the same way, Olivia, but what about you?”
“No.” She shakes her head and continues with her head still bowed slightly. “Except because this is all so quick, you and me, a couple of months since we met and we’re discussing a shared bed, bedroom, whatever.”
“Right, let’s make a deal; we agree that we share a bed, then we can compromise that the bedroom is mine, the whole flat is, however, and here’s the deal breaker, you don’t go back to your flat, you stay here, in my flat and see where things take us. In a while, a short while, we can revisit and revise, so you have the reassurance of having your own place to fall back on, not that you’ll need it.” Even I’m shocked at just how sincere I sound in my suggestions for compromise. “It’s a great idea, isn’t it? You really want to say yes right now, don’t you?” I make no effort to hide my huge grin as Olivia lifts her head to look at me.
“Okay. When I’ve finished upstairs I’ll go home and collect my mail, maybe pick a few more things up, if you’re sure. Like really sure, absolutely, no doubts sure.”
My lips are covering hers to answer her question affirmatively but also to shut her up, both objectives being achieved immediately with the exception of her sexy whimpers and moans that I really can’t get enough of.
“Mase,” she whispers into my mouth in her best come shag me voice. “Please.”
I know what she’s pleading for ultimately, but I want her to tell me because the idea of her giving me details turns me on just like my dirty talk does her. But it’s more than that, the fact that when she does open up and speak to me in the frankest, most basic of terms I know it’s for me, because of me, that she hasn’t done this for anyone else. She does it because she trusts me and that is the greatest aphrodisiac I have ever known, especially knowing her past.
“What baby? Tell me what you want from me.”
“Touch me.”
Two words are all she uses but it still takes every last one of my powers of restraint not to rip her clothes off and bend her over my desk.
“Where do you need touching?”
Her flush of embarrassment is back when she realises that actual details are required, however with just a couple of deep breaths she is replying.
“Everywhere, I want your hands on all of me Mase, but right now I want you to touch my, erm, my…”
I can see and hear that she is struggling to find the right words, maybe she’s unsure whether to go technical or crude, the latter being my preference. In fact, I can’t guarantee that I won’t laugh out loud if she uses words like lady parts or willie, vagina or penis rather than pussy, cunt, dick or cock, but she may not be quite ready for either yet.
“Tell me, Livy. Tell me what you need me to do.”
“My, erm, breasts, nipples,” she stammers. “They ache to be touched, for you to touch them, please, babe.”
