Chapter Eighteen
Jenson
Olivia and I are in our own little world all night long.
We fall asleep with me spooning her, but I wake up a couple hours later, and I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life. I crave to be inside her again, almost more intensely than I ever have. Now that I know just how incredible it feels to make love to her, I don’t ever want to stop.
I lift her silky black hair off her bare shoulder and kiss the skin softly. She lets out a sleepy sigh. I shift my hand down her bare stomach, and keep going until I’m touching the soft insides of her thighs. She moans and opens for me so I have better access.
I run my fingers between her legs until I find the place I love to have my tongue. She grinds her perfect ass against my erection as I work her until she’s climaxing all over my hand.
Then I grab a condom off her nightstand. Once it’s on, I lift her leg so I can slide into her from behind.
Holy fuck.
The way she feels the second time is even better than the first, something I didn’t think possible.
“Olive. Baby…” I murmur into her ear.
“Oh, God. Jenson. Shit.” She reaches for my hand on her hip and clutches it. “This is so…good.”
I thrust into her faster, and when I know she’s on the edge, I move my hand over the inside of her leg and to the apex of her thighs.
She bucks against me hard, and we both lose it at the same time.
I bury my face in her neck, nipping at her skin harder than I meant to. I kiss the same spot, murmuring an apology as I come down from my orgasm.
“I loved every single thing that you did,” she says. “Don’t be sorry for any of it.”
I pull out of her slowly, and she turns to face me. “You know exactly what I like, and I never even told you.”
“I love you,” I say as I plant kisses along her jaw. “And if there are things you like that I’m not doing, please fill me in. I’m happy to please.”
* * *
We fall back to sleep until just before dawn. I glance over at the clock. Five thirty-three. It’s still dark out.
I lean my chin on Olivia’s shoulder and ask her what time we need to leave for New York.
“Let’s get going now,” she says. “That way I won’t be stressing the entire way about being late for the meeting. I have everything laid out in my closet—I’ll just jump in the shower and we can go.”
Jump in the shower.Exactly the words I was hoping for.
“I’ll jump in with you.”
She looks over her shoulder at me. “What are you going to do in there?”
I grab a condom from the bedside drawer and edge her toward the bathroom. “Lots of very bad things that will make you feel really good.”
I turn on the water in the shower and make sure it’s a good temperature before I invite Olivia in.
“Jenson, seriously, I have to get ready.” She’s already ducking under the stream of water and wetting her hair.
“And I am seriously here to help you.”
I uncap her shampoo bottle, pour some into my hand, and angle her head back toward me. As I massage the shampoo into her scalp, she sighs.
“I’ve never had someone else wash my hair for me before.”
