He pressed his body into mine, the rigid line of erection prodding my belly.
God, I wanted him. Naked. In my bed. Right now.
I moaned and wrapped my leg around his.
Without severing the kiss, he picked me up and carried me into the room. I heard the door slam shut---he must've kicked it closed---and the next thing I knew, I was sprawled on the bed with him on top of me. The weight of him felt so good. I moaned again, tunneling my fingers into his hair, wishing he would strip my clothes off and make love to me right now. We kissed and kissed and kissed, with Ollie driving me wild with the need to have him inside me, and the velvety heat of his tongue making me so crazed my moans turned into greedy little grunts.
He pulled his head back to look at me, breathing hard. "Mara, damn, can you kiss."
"Mm, I love kissing you. It's so much more fun than it was with any other guys." I trailed my fingers down his back and up again, cradling his nape. "Especially Nico. He thinks he's a great kisser, but ugh, he really is not. I'm so grateful I found you---or fainted in your arms is more like it."
"I'm glad too." He brushed his lips over mine. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
The best thing that ever happened to him? Me? My throat grew tight and dry. No man I'd ever dated described me that way. Hearing Ollie say it gave me a warm feeling in my chest that bloomed outward, intensifying into a delicious, liquid sizzle.
"Make love to me, Ollie."
He kissed me again, and this time it didn't stop there. We shed our clothes without disentangling our bodies, which required quite a bit of twisting and pulling, but we got it done. He made love to me slowly, with a languid intensity that turned sex into more than physical pleasure. It became a joining of our bodies, our hearts, our everything, in a way I'd never experienced in my life. I'd known Ollie for less than a week, but I felt like we'd always known each other, like all the failed relationships and heartbreaks had been preparation for this moment, in this time, with each other.
We fell asleep together.
And we woke up together too. Ollie roused me with feathery kisses on my neck, moving lower and touching his lips to my skin more firmly when he realized I'd woken up. I lay there with my eyes closed, reveling in the decadent sensation of his mouth exploring my body, his tongue flicking out to taste me, his fingers following the same trail down my skin. By the time he got to my feet, I was wet and aching for him.
"Yes, Oliver," I moaned. "Please, yes."
He drew my little toe into his mouth and suckled it.
I gasped at the strangely exciting sensation. Nobody had ever done that to me before. It felt... "Ohhh, yes. Do more of that, Oliver."
Releasing my toe, he chuckled. "You like toe sucking. Who knew? I learn more things about you all the time, and every single of those things makes me hot for you."
"So fuck me, Oliver." I did my damnedest to mold his name into an erotic come-on.
And it worked, because he let out a soft growl and pounced on me. With his face an inch from mine, he said, in the sexiest voice ever, "Your wish is my command, baby."
Oh God, I loved the way he called me baby.
Someone banged on the door. "Ollie, are you in there?"
It sounded like Eve Holt.
Ollie rolled off me and groaned, but not in a sexy way this time. "Yeah, what is it, Eve?"
"Your friend is here. Damian Petrescu?"
"Damian?" Ollie sprang upright. "What's he doing here?"
"I don't know, sweetie, but he swears it's urgent."
"Okay, I'm coming."
"He's in the office."
Jumping off the bed, Ollie scrambled to find his clothes. "Tell him I'll be right there."
"Who's Damian Petrescu?" I asked, sitting up.
"My old high school buddy. I mentioned him before, remember?" Ollie yanked his pants on and began the hunt for his shirt. "We went to college together too, but we haven't seen each other as much since we graduated. I got a job in Arizona, and he got one on the other side of the country, in South Carolina. We keep in touch mostly by text and email, though Damian insists on at least one phone call a month."
"It's nice that you have a friend like that. I've never had that kind of person in my life."
Ollie paused in pulling on his shirt to look at me. "Never? You said that before, but it's still hard to believe."
"Most people think I'm weird."
"What's wrong with that? Weird can be awesome." He finished getting his shirt on, tucking it into his pants. "I love your weird hang-ups, your weird...everything. I'm not exactly normal either." He points at himself with both hands. "Naturist here. That's way weirder to most people than screaming when you see nudists in the buff."
"But I don't scream when I see you naked."
His lips eased into a smoldering smile. "Sure you do. But it's a different kind of scream, and it only happens when I'm fucking you."
I bit my lip, my cheeks turning slightly warm. "That's true. I don't mind screaming then."
Ollie leaned over the bed to kiss me. "I gotta go. Have a shower if you want, then meet me in the dining hall, okay?"
"Sure."
He hurried out of the room.
I lounged in bed for another few minutes, reminiscing about last night with Ollie. I hadn't screamed that time, but it had been the most incredible sex of my life. Everything with Ollie was a revelation. I'd learned things about myself I'd never realized before, like that I love getting it on in the woods. Being here,
