Arriving home alone, I can’t shake the emptiness I feel. While it’s true that homesickness plays a part in my mood. It’s more than that. Retrieving my phone from my purse, I speed dial the first number listed. It’s after ten p.m. in New York, but I know my brother Julian is still awake. When the call goes to voicemail, disappointment feeds my loneliness.
An alarm chirping in the distance wakes me. I’d fallen asleep on the couch and my alarm is going off in the bedroom. Padding barefoot down the hall, I enter my bedroom and turn off the alarm. I shower and dress quickly, giving myself enough time to prepare breakfast. Since skipping dinner last night, I’m famished. With my pity party for one behind me, I see things much clearer. Everything I want is here, show or no show.
Chapter 15
Dorian
I’M WALKING OLIVIA to her car Friday evening, when she mentions her plans for a quiet evening at home. We have a date tomorrow night, but my grandmother insists that her impromptu dinner include Olivia.
“I hope you don’t mind a change of plans, but Oma and Opa have invited us to dinner tonight.” After visiting the set of A Taste of France two days ago, Oma is preparing a feast of German dishes, all meant to impress Olivia, the chef. “I know it’s last minute, but it would be great if you could join us for dinner tonight.”
Olivia’s bright smile send beams of light to her eyes, outshining the sun.
“Of course, I like Mr. and Mrs. Wolfgang.”
Her answer pleases me more than it should, but I don’t dwell on it; instead I concentrate on pleasing her.
“Are we riding together, or will you follow me there?”
Olivia’s smile fades for a nanosecond before it slips back into place. “I’ll follow you,” she says, climbing behind the wheel of her car.
Since we’ve been dating, I park my car next to hers whenever I can. And when I can’t, I walk her to her car, and she drives me back to mine. Getting to know this woman has been the best thing to happen to me in a very long time.
Once I’m in the driver’s seat of my car, Olivia gives me a wink, letting me know that she doesn’t intend to follow. My girl has a competitive nature. It’s her fierce need to win that fuels my thrill of the chase. And she knows I will catch her every time.
“What are we betting this time?” I tease, reminding her that she has lost our last three wagers.
“How about a blind bet of sorts?” Olivia laughs when my brow rises, knowing she has piqued my curiosity.
“What do you have in mind?” I challenge.
“Winner takes all, but the stakes are not revealed until after the race.”
“Are you sure you want to risk losing everything, Sunshine?” The thought of claiming her as my prize hardens my cock and has me eager to agree to her terms.
“Are you so sure you’re going to win, Mr. Wolff?”
“I think my track record speaks for itself.”
“So, we have a deal then?”
“I’ll see you at the finish line.”
Olivia and I start our engines, and as usual I let her take the lead. It’s not chivalry that prompts this action, it’s the chase. I love pursuing her, because when I catch her the reward is so much sweeter.
We’re about a mile away from my beach house when I lose sight of Olivia in my rearview. I don’t concern myself with the growing distance between us; she’s an excellent driver and knows to call me if she needs to. With victory so close I can taste it; I can taste her. And the thought of claiming her enters my mind once again. However, this time it’s not the same, my cock doesn’t so much as twitch. Which is fucking ridiculous because I want this woman. I’ve wanted her from the first moment I saw her. And just the thought of her makes me hard every goddamn day. So why has my dick chosen now not to react when I’m so close to winning the prize? The inner voice in my head yells.
Because she’s not a prize to be won in a bet!
I bring my car to a stop, parking two blocks from my house. Sitting there I let the words sink in. Until I come to the realization that I would rather receive a gift than win a prize. Olivia is rare and precious, a treasure worth waiting for.
When I pull into my driveway, Olivia’s red Mercedes is already there, but she’s nowhere in sight. Driving into the garage I park, before calling Olivia. She answers on the second ring.
“I won,” she says, and I can hear the smile in her voice.
“Congratulations, Sunshine. I see your car, but I don’t see you.”
Olivia doesn’t have a key or the security codes, so I assume she would be sitting in her car waiting for me.
“I’m at the guest house with your grandparents waiting for you.”
“I’m parking now. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
“Okay.” She says before ending the call.
Hurrying down the path beyond the pool and past the tennis court, I reach the guest house. Music and laughter fill the air, and it feels like I’ve come to the wrong place. Opening the door, I step inside. My grandfather is the first to see me.
“Now we can eat,” he says by way of greeting.
Olivia’s eyes meet mine and I want to fucking run to her, scoop her up in my arms and tell her how much I...
“Wash your hands, kleiner wolf.” My grandmother breaks the spell Olivia’s gaze seem to cast on me.
“Yes Oma.”
I head to the kitchen sink to wash my hands, and Olivia follows me.
“Your grandmother has been teaching me German.”
“Has she now, and what have you learned?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know, little wolf.”
“Oma!”
“Grandma.” Olivia interjects with the translation.
“Dinner is served,” Oma calls from the dining room.”
Olivia takes a step away from me, and of their own volition my arms wrap around her waist. I didn’t intend to stop her, and I certainly didn’t plan to pin her against the center island just barely out of view from Oma and Opa. But what I’m craving can’t wait. I need to taste her, feel her lips yield under the pressure of mine.
“What are you waiting for little...”
My mouth covers hers and I wait to hear the deep sigh that signals her submission. The sigh that tells me she’s all mine. Her tongue circles mine, and the dance of a thousand kisses begins. And even if we share a thousand more, it will never be enough.
Reluctantly, I pull my mouth away from hers, breaking our kiss. But her pouty kiss swollen lips beg for one more.
“We should go,” Olivia whispers against my lips. One quick peck and I agree.
Oma has out done herself. Preparing all my favorite dishes from my childhood. And my favorite German beer.
After dinner Opa plays music and invites Oma to dance with him. Unbidden, the memory of my parents doing the same thing brings a welcome smile to my face. I can only assume my father carried on the tradition he learned from his father.
I offer Olivia my hand and we join my grandparents. We sway to music I haven’t heard since visiting my grandparents in Germany with my mom and dad.
It’s nearly ten when Olivia and I say goodnight to Oma and Opa. We make our way back to the main house, taking the route along the beach. The moonlight seems to dance with the ocean, exciting the waves. But that’s nothing compare to how it feels to dance with my sunshine.
She makes me want to howl at the moon, beat my chest and plant my fucking flag on the highest mountain top. It’s euphoric and terrifying at the same time.
“I should get going,” Olivia announces.
Reality opens my eyes, giving me a glimpse at how empty my life and home has always been until this moment and that scares me shitless.
“Do you have to?” I hear the words in my head, but it’s my heart that breathes life into them.
Olivia stares at me, shock keeping her silent for long seconds.
“I...” She pauses, shaking her head as if to unscramble her thoughts. “Are you sure you want me to stay?” She queries.
Wi
thout hesitation, I lift her up into my arms, carrying her to my bedroom.
Entering my bedroom for the first time with a woman, with Olivia, is overwhelming. But I know without a doubt it’s where she belongs.
Sitting her on the edge of the bed, I kneel at her feet.
“I want you like I’ve never wanted any other woman. I want you in my bed and I want you in my life.”
She strokes my cheek before tucking my wayward strands behind my ear. Her touch distracts me, shattering my concentration. Ceasing her hands, I hold them in mine.
“Let me say this, Sunshine.”
She nods, but it’s her smile that emboldens me.
“I want to be worthy of every gift you give me.” I continue, repeating the words I said to her weeks ago. “But nothing will happen that you don’t consent to. You have my word.”
“I trust you Dorian.” Her words set me free from a burden I didn’t know I was carrying.
Earning her trust is a gift I will always treasure.
Standing, I pull Olivia up with me, leading her to the master bath. I release her hand to turn on the shower, adjusting the temperature from cold to warm. A few well-paced strides bring me back to her and eager fingers unbutton her blouse, exposing her lace bra. Bowing my head, I kiss the fullness of each breast. This time when her fingers glide through my hair, I welcome the tug she gives it. Lifting my head, I find her lips parted, an invitation I can’t refuse. My mouth crashes against hers, in a possessively passionate kiss. Olivia’s deep moans vibrate against my lips, causing my cock to twitch impatiently.
I manage to finish undressing Olivia and she returns the favor. Taking her time, she removes my clothing, and I can’t hide the smile that curls my lips, observing the way she admires my body.
“You like what you see, Sunshine?”
Her lashes flutter rapidly, and her entire body blushes with embarrassment at being caught staring.
“You’re beautiful.” She recovers.
The sincerity of her words catches me off guard. And I don’t have the words to express how that makes me feel. Thank you seems so inadequate, but I say it anyway.
“Thank you.”
She takes my hand and I follow her to the shower.
The warm water rains down our bodies, and for a few minutes I just hold Olivia in my arms. Breathing her in before her fragrance is replaced with the scent of my body wash.
“I want you inside me.” Olivia words are a whisper, muffled against my chest. But heaven help me, I hear them loud and clear, and so does my cock.
“You’re not ready yet,” I groan. “But you’ll know when the time is right.”
“How will I know?”
Her hand wraps around my throbbing cock, thumbing the head, she wipes away the pre-cum.
“My cock will be filling you.”
I slowly insert one finger in her too tight center. Teasing her, I gently stretch her, testing her readiness. But after a few strokes that's not enough for her. Adding another finger, she moans, tightening around my digits, bucking wildly against my hand. I’m desperate to know if she can handle more. So, I add one more finger. It's too much for her to take for now. My perverted goldilocks prefer my middle finger for a deeper reach. It's just right, she chants through an orgasm.
I dry us off in a rush, before carrying Olivia to my bed. Her thighs are spread slightly, enough to display the plump folds of her sweet slick pussy. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. The sight of her has my cock throbbing painfully with anticipation.
I feast on the delectable appetizer between her thighs. She’s so fucking wet; I want to drown in her essence.
“You taste amazing.”
“Dorian, please.”
“Say it Olivia. Tell me what you want.”
“I want...” She falters.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” I provide. “Do you want to fuck me?”
“Yes; but I don’t know how.”
“You will.” I assure her. I take a deep breath and remind myself that this is her first time. It should be special. I want it to be special for her. “I’ve never made love, Olivia, but I know how to fuck, and I know how to make you feel good. Let me.”
“Show me how to fuck, Dorian. I trust you to guide me.”
“It's going to hurt Sunshine. But I promise it will be worth it.” I vow to give her a night to remember.
“I’m ready. I want it to be you.”
I close my eyes, shutting out everything except her.
Invading unexplored territory, I enter Olivia slowly, and immediately I feel her body resisting the intrusion. My cock aches with need, but I maintain a gentle steady pace, letting her adjust to the size of my cock.
“Move with me,” I urge.
Guided by desire and instinct, Olivia allows her body to take over, and stroke after stroke she opens for me, allowing me deeper penetration.
“You feel so good.” I groan against her ear. “So, fucking good.”
Her sweet pussy must be made of pixie dust, because fuck if she doesn’t have me flying. And when she submits to my demanding possession, her words ring true.
What’s the point in having wings if you're not going to fly?
I pound relentlessly into Olivia’s body, chasing the orgasm that has eluded me since meeting her. No amount of time at the Asylum will ever give me what she has. Her center tightens around my cock and I almost lose it. And when she does it again, I hear myself growling her name.
“Dorian.” She goes through all the vowels, chanting my name. ‘O’ is my favorite.
“Your orgasms belong to me now and always,” I say through gritted teeth
Her lips part desperate for me to kiss her. I oblige, nipping and sucking her pouty lips. The kiss is messy and fucking delicious, filled with everything we’re feeling. Passion, lust, desperation and hope. Passion and lust create a vortex of indescribable pleasure. When desperation gives way to hope, it gives life to something new. Something you only read about in fairytales. Something I witness long ago and something I witness again tonight. The thought of it gives me a sense of peace I never want to lose.
Our moans and groans intermingling create a rhythmic tune, and my heart hammers to the beat as fiercely as my cock hammers into Olivia. Her body wraps around mine, legs and arms holding me tight. Nothing will ever feel as good as this. As good as her. As good as my sunshine covering me completely.
Olivia’s body quakes beneath mine and my body clamors for release. Thrust after relenting thrust, waves of pleasure crash into me like a tsunami, drowning me in ecstasy. When she cries out my name, I erupt, flooding her with my seed.
Sated, I relax against her body, supporting most of my weight with my elbows, to keep from crushing her. When my breathing returns to normal, I roll onto my back, pulling Olivia into my arms. Stroking her back and gliding my fingers through her damp hair, we lie together in post-orgasmic bliss. I relish the feel of her skin against mine. Who fucking knew cuddling was an actual thing to be enjoyed?
“Did I hurt you?” I finally ask.
“A little at first, but then the pain went away.” She covers her mouth, suppressing a yawn, then adds. “And it felt really good.”
I try to hide my shit eating grin from Olivia, by covering my mouth with hers.
“You felt really good.” I murmur against her lips.
She draws my bottom lip into her mouth, sucking hard before releasing it. More effective than any drug, and just as addictive, she gets me hard again in seconds.
I lose track of how many orgasms I give her, or how many times we collapse in exhaustion only to start again. I only know when sleep finally claims us, there are no dark shadows waiting to haunt me.
When I awake my bed is empty. But the rumpled blood stain sheet provide evidence that Olivia was here. Pride swells in me and I savor my conquest for a moment. Recalling how good her tight pussy felt sheath around my cock has it twitching. Stretching and filling Olivia was almost too much pleasure to bear. The sli
p and slide of her wet pussy almost made me lose it too soon more than once.
Climbing out of bed, I make my way to the master bath. I take a much-needed piss, before washing my face and brushing my teeth.
I find Olivia in the kitchen, sitting at the center island with a cup of coffee. Walking over to her, I take the coffee mug from her hand.
“Good morning, Sunshine.” I say, greeting her with a kiss.
“Good morning,” she repeats, smiling against my lips. “I made a pot of coffee; I hope you don’t mind.”
“Why would I?” I question.
“I’m not usually here in the mornings and I’ve already raided your closet and your pantry.” She says tugging at the over-sized T-shirt she’s wearing.
I nod, understanding.
“Let’s make breakfast,” Olivia suggests, changing the subject. “I can teach you how to make a new dish.”
She hops off the barstool and that’s when I notice it.
“You smell different.” I blurt out.
I sniff her like an animal, seeking the source of the scent. It’s primal, something new. She smells like sex but it’s different and unlike anything I’ve ever smelled. It’s her, but it’s also me. A fusion of lost innocence and newly discovered yearning. The scent is addictive, like a pheromone it draws me to her.
“Dorian,” she hisses, when my tongue darts out the lick her collarbone.
“You’re oozing sex and you taste fucking amazing.”
She nibbles on her bottom lip, no doubt remembering the way I nibble on her bottom lips.
“Why did you wait so long?”
“I have my reasons,” She says vaguely.
I don’t pressure her to elaborate, knowing there’s shit in my past I never want to share with anyone. When she steps away, I know she wants my undivided attention. So, I give it to her.
“In high school I dated a boy for three months and when I refused to go all the way with him, he spread a nasty rumor about me. I was sexually harassed by other male students because of it.”
Guilt punches me in the gut, remembering my behavior towards her. And I say what I should have said weeks ago.
“I’m sorry.” My head bow with the weight of the shame I feel. “Please accept my apology, for anything I may have done or said to make you feel violated in any way.”
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