I stop in front of the open bathroom door. “Is that a tub? A copper tub?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“OMG. I want one of those in my big girl house one day!”
“Big girl house?”
She grins sheepishly and her cheeks grow pink. “Yeah. When I’m an adult.”
“You’re twenty-three.”
"I know but I still feel seventeen sometimes," she confesses. "Anyway, when I'm working full-time and settled, and I buy my first place. I don't care if it's just a teeny one-bedroom apartment, I am getting a tub like that."
She tips her head and I glance over at the copper tub, which looks more like an enormous bucket to me. Girls and their bathtubs. I honestly don’t get it but okay. “It’s good to have dreams.”
“What’s one of yours?” she asks as I continue walking toward the primary bedroom.
“To make you come around my cock.”
She bursts into a flutter of nervous giggles so adorable that I can’t help but chuckle too, even though I’m dead serious. I cross into the bedroom and walk toward the California King. I move to the bottom of the bed and then climb onto it on my knees, lowering her to the center.
I get off the bed and stare at her. “Jesus Christ you are a work of art tonight Olivia.”
Her smile gets deep and soft and she flutters those perfect dark eyelashes. “Thank you.”
I take her left ankle in my hand and patiently undo the forty-seven straps on her six-inch heels. Okay, maybe not forty-seven but my dick isn't one for counting and it's annoyed by this wait. The shoe drops to the floor and I press my thumbs into the arch of her foot, where my massage therapist does. She sighs and arches her back. "Oh God, that's heaven."
I smile and rub it a little bit longer before moving to release her right foot from the killer shoes. Then I rub that foot for a long minute. Long enough that she's purring. I smile at her and… what the…
“Olivia…” Her left leg is now flat on the mattress, ankle hanging off the bottom, while I’ve got her right leg up at my hip level, which has her dress riding up a little and open and… “You’re not wearing any underwear.”
Her eyes fly open, dart to my face, down her body, and back to my face. She turns fire engine red and rocks up, trying to push the dress down to cover herself but I reach out and grab her wrist. “Don’t. Let me look.”
“Oh my God, I’m so embarrassed.” She groans.
Her perfect, sweet, intimate self is pink and glistening and beautiful. “Baby, I’ve had my face there. This isn’t embarrassing. It’s hot as hell. Look at what you’re doing to the front of my pants.”
She glances at the outline of my cock which is currently squeezed uncomfortably against the zipper of my jeans. I let go of her wrist and she doesn’t reach for her dress again, but she’s still blushing. “I want to lick you there so badly. You look so wet and ready for my tongue.”
"I am. I've been wet since you said you were here," she confesses in a dark whisper and then she lets out a rushed breath and closes her eyes. "Hell, I've been wet since I found the flowers on my doorstep."
“Note to self, send Olivia flowers again.”
She giggles. I keep staring at her bare, beautiful pussy. “Crew. Are you going to fuck me again?”
"No," I tell her, and her face drops, her brown eyes clouded with confusion. I let go of her foot, after kissing the inside of her ankle, and reach for my belt. "I'm going to make love to you. The way I would have the first night if I knew it was a first.”
She shudders visibly and bites that plump bottom lip. “Oh.”
“You good with that plan birthday girl?”
She nods.
"Lift your dress higher." She reaches down and pulls just a little, maybe two inches. The hem is a little higher than mid-thigh now. "Higher."
She pulls it up again. The edges of her lips and the light dusting of hair above them are still covered, but just barely. "Higher.”
My voice is firm, hard even. No, it's thick. With lust. I unzip my fly as she takes a breath, holds it, and lifts the dress all the way up so it's bunched at her hips. Thank God my pants drop to the floor and I can shove down my boxer briefs and let my cock get the room it desperately needs as it's swollen to capacity. "Why the hell were you not wearing any underwear?"
