“Sit down.”
I did as I was told, because what man didn’t when the woman he was crazy about had her hand right there?
She went to her knees, taking her mouth to the tip of my erection, her tongue playing with the tip. I threaded my fingers into her hair, not to apply pressure – fuck knew the pace and the depth of this were all hers – but to have that extra contact, that closeness.
Her rhythm was slow. She took her time and did it her way, every movement thorough. She was enjoying taking me to the brink and then back down again, having me utter her name like it was a prayer.
The end of it rushed towards me, barely giving me a second to tell her I was about to come. She moved her mouth, finishing me off with her hand and reangling herself so I came over her tits, the shower head already angled so it didn’t drown her, and it didn’t immediately wash away my semen either.
Her eyes met mine, victory within them. I flickered between her eyes and her tits, arousal already starting to seed again.
“I got you dirty.” I managed to stand up. “Maybe I should clean you off again.”
Her smile was a million watts bright. “As long as it is clean. Then I’ll let you have your way with me in bed, unless you’re too tired?”
I probably was, technically. Too tired to spend the hours that I wanted, catching up on everything we’d missed in the last three months – too tired to do it properly, because that would take days in itself.
I pulled her into a hug, feeling her naked body pressed up against mine, and kissed her, hard and long. “Let’s finish the shower while I can still stand up,” I said, still touching her and never wanting to let go.
She nodded, her eyes shining bright and tear-free, which was the way I wanted to keep them.
It was weirdly comforting to have Otter in my bedroom; different to how I’d predicted it would feel. Her profile had risen in the last few months, the Oscar nomination sealing the deal on her career to be stellar. I’d seen photos of her dressed up, looking like the star she was, mixing with celebrity and acting A-listers, and now she was here in my apartment bedroom, drying her hair.
I watched, fascinated at how she moved, the process involved. I was fighting sleep, the daylight that frittered through the windows upsetting my body clock, and having Otter in front of me, blonde hair blowing around, was also making everything seem surreal.
The hairdryer stopped. She brushed through her thick hair, making me feel like I was stealing a moment that was so private, watching her do something completely normal.
“I never thought I’d be watching you get ready for bed like this when we were in Houston.”
She put down the brush and headed to bed, slipping between the sheets, wearing just one of my T-shirts.
“We weren’t in that hotel room to get to know each other’s routines. Although we kind of did.” She snuggled down next to me, her hand splaying on my stomach. I knew she was getting a feel of my abs.
“I think I saw more than you wanted me too. You tried to keep up an air of mystery.” I remembered those two nights in Houston when I never thought I’d see her again.
She laughed quietly. “I did. It was a perfect, no strings hook up. You had no idea who I was, and I had the feeling that you were someone who had a lot going on too, so for once I could enjoy some straight-forward sex.” Her hands moved around, dropping to my underwear, which was the only thing I had on. My dick was awake again. He didn’t understand the concept of having a concussion.
“It isn’t straight-forward anymore.” I stated the obvious.
“I know. I don’t want it to be straight-forward. It can’t be, anyway, given both our careers.”
I shifted her so she straddled me, her warm centre pressing down against my hardened cock. My hands flittered under the T-shirt, resting on her slim waist. I wanted to be able to see her while I said the next lot of words, words I’d never said to anyone, including Lotte.
“I want to make a proper go of this, Otillie. I didn’t like the last few months, being on a break. I want something permanent with you.”
She smiled, her whole face lighting up. “Carry on. I’m liking what I hear.”
I ran my fingers up her sides, hands still underneath the T-shirt. “I’m in love with you. I was back in December, I just didn’t understand how much, else I would never have agreed to the break.”
Her eyes welled up with tears, one escaping. I moved a hand so I could wipe it away, not wanting to see her cry, even if those were happy tears.
Otter’s response was to bend her head to mine and kiss me, a deep, soft, luxurious kiss that only people with time to spare could indulge in. We did have time. All of it. We were rich in time and each other, and that was all that we needed.
Her hands and mine started to explore, covering skin, eliciting all sorts of sounds that told me how she was liking this. I pulled off her T-shirt and brought my mouth to her breasts again, doing what I could to make her body shift needfully against mine.
She took control, raising her hips and encasing my shaft deep inside her, sinking down on top of my cock and pausing there.
It was the first time I’d been inside her since New York and I was so glad I’d already come in the shower; else I wouldn’t be surviving this with any glory.
