*Olivia*
My heart pounded in my chest wildly, and my throat went dry. He was standing there in front of , jaw slack, and I was in the bathtub, completely naked, covered only by a few bubbles. He said nothing, and I said nothing, unable to form a coherent sentence.
His eyes raked over my body, and I felt a heat that had nothing to do with the water. His lips turned into a small smile before he quickly turned away, apologizing profusely.
“I’m so sorry, Olivia,” he said to the wall. “I was coming to check on you when I ran into Sarafina and saw she’d brought you food. I tried to knock, but you didn’t answer. I thought sothing had happened.”
I sprang into action, grabbing the towel I’d hung up by the tub and standing up, trying for a little decency at least. I was dripping wet, water droplets falling on the floor as I quickly wrapped the towel around myself, but I didn’t miss the sideways glance Giovani shot before I could fully cover myself.
He turned around, tray in hand, and I watched as he carefully placed the tray on a small table set up for toiletries. I carefully stepped out of the tub, but not carefully enough apparently because my foot slipped, and I dropped my towel in an effort to catch my balance.
Before I realized what was happening, Giovani had co to , grabbing by the bare waist. His eyes were wide, like he was worried I’d break. Under his touch, I probably would. I was so conscious of his hands on my hips and the fact that I was standing re inches from him, completely nude.
The place where his skin t mine felt like electricity shooting through my whole body. It reminded of my dream, and my breath beca shallow, rembering the way he’d touched in my dreams. The reality was better, but this was completely innocent. He’d just been trying to keep from falling.
“Uhm,” I stuttered out. “Thank you for helping . I’m okay, really.”
He stared down at , not letting go of my waist. I looked into his eyes and realized it wasn’t just concern for my safety. There was a fire in his eyes that told he wanted to do much more than keep upright.
I licked my lips slowly, and watched his eyes dart down to watch. He swallowed hard before leaning down and covering my lips with his own. His hands let go of my waist, only so they could wrap around it and pull closer to him.
Was this really happening? I wanted to pinch myself to make sure it wasn’t another really good dream, but the heat of his body and the hardness I felt against was enough to convince . As real as my dream had felt, it didn’t compare to the way his skin felt against mine, his arms cradled around my waist.
And I couldn’t have imagined the pressure I felt as our bodies intertwined. My hands reached around his neck, my hands traveling into his hair. It was soft to the touch, like silk. His curls gave sothing to hold onto, and I grabbed tightly, eliciting a groan from him.
His tongue slid along my bottom lip, expertly tracing its curve. My mouth opened for him in a sigh, ready to know his exquisite taste. He didn’t taste like honey like he had in my dream. His mouth was smokey, like he’s just finished an expensive cigar. I wanted to inhale him, for our breath to intertwine and beco one.
We stood there for a long ti, exploring one another, testing each other. It was like a ga of cat and mouse, where his tongue was the cat, and mine was the mouse, chasing, teasing, twisting up in all sorts of trouble. I wanted all his trouble. I wanted him to show everything, to corrupt thoroughly.
Like my dream, I could feel wetness growing between my legs, and I needed the friction of him. As much as I pressed my hips against his, it wasn’t enough to satisfy the craving that had been building inside of since the mont he’d touched . A strange thought occurred, and I carefully maneuvered one of my legs to wrap around his waist, the other straining on the ground on tiptoes.
The position was better, the friction where I needed it, but it was not enough. I gasped against him, and felt his hands move down my ass and cup the other leg, pulling it up against him so that I was fully wrapped around him, and he was supporting all my weight.
Underneath , I could feel his hardness rubbing up against my bare flesh through his pants, and I ground into him, the feeling magical, releasing so primal need in . He moaned into my mouth, holding tightly as he began moving, carrying into the bedroom. With my entire front pressed against him, I felt alive, set on fire by his touch in the best possible way.
I could feel him against every inch of , and I could feel every inch of his manhood, and I wanted him more than I could ever possibly imagine. I wanted him to strip down to nothing and enter .
But as good as my dream had been, reality ca crashing down on , reminding I had no fucking clue what I was doing. All I knew was that it would hurt my first ti, and I would feel vulnerable and emotional afterward.
I wasn’t sure that was sothing I wanted to experience with him right this mont. I’d known him for the entirety of seventy-two hours, and I couldn’t say for sure that I was ready to give myself away so easily. It killed to think that, but as much as I wanted this, I had to press pause before it went too far.
And it was going too far at breakneck speed. We were in the bedroom, just inches from the bed, and then he was setting down, hovering over . He pulled away briefly, perhaps to get a condom from his wallet, or maybe just to readjust himself, but it was the mont I needed to get my head on straight and rember where I was.
Dahlia’s room was just a few feet away. This was her family’s ho. Besides my fears about sex, this could potentially ruin our friendship forever. She ant too much to for that to happen, especially if this was just a lust-filled fling, a one-night stand.
“We can’t do this,” I breathed out quickly, letting the words fall off my tongue before I could second-guess myself.
His guard went up imdiately, the lust in his eyes replaced by a dead, cold look. He wasn’t angry, exactly. He looked more cautious than anything. He took a step back from , and I quickly pulled the sheets around , covering myself against his scrutiny. How ironic that just an hour ago I’d been tangled up in these sheets, imagining a similar mont.
“I’m so sorry, beautiful Olivia,” he said sadly. “I forget myself around you. I shouldn’t have done that.”
He took all the bla for this as if I hadn’t been a willing participant. I shouldn’t have done it either, as much as I desperately had wanted to. But this was much worse. He looked at as if he were sorry he’d ever touched , which hadn’t been my intention at all. I didn’t want him to regret it.
“Please let know if there’s anything I can get for you,” he told , making for the door. When he reached the fra, he turned back to look over your shoulder. “This is your ho now. I want you to feel comfortable.”
His voice was sweet and sorrowful, and I understood what he ant. He thought he’d made uncomfortable, which was so not the case. Well, I was a little uncomfortable, but that had more to do with my unquenched need for him. Why couldn’t I have said sothing wiser or more mature, to make him see that I wasn’t ready?
Part of knew it was because I was afraid he wouldn’t want if he knew how inexperienced I was. Another part of felt guilty for betraying my best friend. She would be so mad if she knew what had taken place. After everything we’d been through together, I wasn’t willing to give her up for so guy, so man–a very attractive man who kissed like a professional.
I shook my head and pulled my knees to my chest. I dropped my head and groaned in frustration. Now that Giovani was gone, I felt the loss of him. If I hadn’t made him stop, he’d probably be inside of , possessing physically and ntally. Afterward, I’d eat the food he brought , and we would talk more about our lives.
I felt like a fucking idiot. Everything was ruined.
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