Page 61 of The Side Road
Stepping back, she slipped off her cardigan and it fell to the floor. Her dress had a halter neck with a high collar. Her shoulders and arms were bare. Oliver wanted to drop to his knees. His fingers had other ideas. Finding the zipper, he ran his hand down the back of the dress. It opened, fell down her body, and landed on the floor. She stepped out of it, and it was then that he noticed the colourful hand-knitted socks on her feet, but no underwear.
His eyes travelled up her legs, along her thighs and hips, and over her pale stomach and creamy breasts. He was a legman, but nipples were a close second. He wanted them in his mouth. ‘I could look at you forever.’
Tilting her head, she sighed.
He pulled her into his arms. ‘Mia, tell me to stop, otherwise?—’
‘Don’t stop.’
He picked her up. Her legs circled his waist, and he kissed her again. Softer this time, but deep and lustful, so his intentions were obvious. ‘Are we doing this in the hallway?’
‘Yes…I guess.’ She was panting heavily.
‘Should I get a condom?’
She nodded.
Gently, he put her down. As he retrieved his wallet from his back pocket, her deft fingers unfastened his belt. The button of his jeans followed. When she yanked the zipper down, he flinched, the teeth grazing the skin of his erection bulging in his underwear.
‘Fuck, I’m sorry.’
‘It’s fine,’ he reassured.
‘I didn’t mean…’ She stepped back and covered her breasts with her hands.
Suddenly, she seemed timid. He thought her resolve might be crumbling. In a reassuring gesture, he left the condom on the side table and put his arms around her. ‘Okay?’ he asked.
‘Yes.’
‘Can I kiss you?’
She smiled. Rising onto her toes, she kissed him.
He ran his hands down her long, naked back. He paused. ‘Can I grab your arse?’
‘Yes.’
‘And how about this, can I kiss your neck?’
She tilted her head. An invitation. He continued asking for her permission. She continued to approve.
‘Can I take your T-shirt off?’ she asked, tugging at his shirt.
He pulled the shirt over his head; it was the least he could do. She kissed his chest and when she squeezed his nipple, he knew he would return the gesture – but not yet.
‘I’m ready… let’s just…’ Her breaths were fast and heavy.
A moment later, his jeans and underwear were on the floor, and he hardly knew how they got there. He reached for the condom. She watched expectantly as he opened the packet and rolled it over his penis.
‘Nicely done,’ she said.
He laughed. ‘Thank you.’
His lips were on her neck again, his hands caressing her bottom, and a moment later, her legs were circling his waist. Balancing against the wall, his free hand manipulated his penis – his erection was substantial – until he was inside her, deep and warm. He heard the desire in her voice as she said his name; it turned an ember into a fire inside him. Satisfying his body and his heart, it felt so good, so right.
Closing her eyes, she pressed her hips toward him. The look on her face was pure ecstasy. Their thrusts escalated. Harder. Faster. He wanted this so much.
‘Oh god, Oliver. Oh, my god. Oliver. Oliver.’
