After work, she drove over to Luke's house for dinner. She enjoyed spending time at his home, as it allowed her to see him in his surroundings. She liked the way he moved easily around the kitchen, preparing dinner for them. She sat at the table and sipped on her glass of wine, feeling content and happy.
Later, they curled up on the couch to watch a mindless sitcom. Lying out on the couch, her head resting in Luke's lap, she laughed at the antics on the show. Luke was playing with her hair and caressing her in a distracting way, but she managed to ignore it for the most part.
"Hey!" he said, looking down at her.
"Yes?" she asked, taking her eyes off the tv and looking at him.
"Kiss me," he said.
She smiled and reached up and kissed him. Not a peck on the cheek - just a sweet, comfortable kiss that lingered.
"Is that the best you can do?" he asked.
"Excuse me?" she responded with a smile.
"Give me a real kiss," he instructed.
"You're the boss!" she laughed.
He used his hands to help raise her head closer to his, and they exchanged a deep and passionate kiss. The memories of how intensely erotic he had made her feel when she was in the bathtub were not far from her mind. As a result, it seemed to take very little for her breath to increase to a rapid rate. He effortlessly lifted her and set her on the rug. With the sound of the TV playing in the background, he began kissing her neck.
Pressing her into the floor, he shifted his weight half onto her. Looking into her eyes, he moved her hair off her forehead.
"You are so damned sexy," he whispered. "I want you!"
She placed her hand at the back of his neck and drew him down to her. His free hand wandered over her body, stopping first at her hip and sliding his hand under the waistband of her jeans, before moving around to her back, to caress her back, and ass. Pulling her closer to him, she could feel his hardness press against her leg. The smell of his cologne, mixed with his own body's scent, wafted toward her, and she felt her self-control slipping. Not slipping by mere inches, but by feet, and rapidly.
"God, I want you!" he repeated.
His hand had now moved towards the front of her body and was working its way under her shirt, along her stomach and up and under her bra. Her nipples were firm and pointing as his fingers teased them. Lifting her shirt, he moved to suck on her nipples, causing a shot of desire to go from the middle of her out to her fingertips.
"Oooooh," she moaned.
Undoing the buckle of her jeans, he slowly unzipped them and slid his hand down her stomach. She arched her back as he sunk his fingers into her. Time stood still, and all the promises of no sex and keeping a clear head were gone. She craved more of him, more of his smell, more of his touch. She wanted to get closer to him, as close as she could get. She wanted to melt into him like one candle melting into another. She wanted to be consumed and engulfed by him.
Their kissing intensified, becoming more aggressive and intimate with each passing second. Suddenly, he stood up. Reaching his hand in her direction, he said gruffly.
"Come with me."
She grabbed his hand, stood up, and walked with him to his bedroom. There, he quickly removed his shirt and reached over to remove hers. She began undoing his jeans, all the while raining kisses along his chest and flicking her tongue across his nipples. She knew he had a nice physique, but she was in awe of the sight of him without his shirt. Large, firm biceps and defined pecs on a chest that tapered down to his waist in a perfectly proportioned 'V' took her breath away.
Suddenly, she felt a wave of insecurity wash over her. What if she wasn’t what he'd thought she would be like? What if she paled in comparison to his previous lovers? She'd had two children, what if she wasn't as tight as he expected? And she had cellulite; she wasn't a young woman.
Then, she looked up at him. The desire she saw reflected at her put all her concerns to rest. Whatever she looked like, she was enough. For the first time in her life, she was certain she was enough.
Slipping out of her jeans and panties, she stood before him. The look on his face was all she needed to know that tonight they would-be lovers. There was no turning back for either of them.
He pushed her back on the bed, her legs dangling over the side and stood over her as he took off his jeans and underwear. She gasped a bit when she saw him. Up to now, she had felt him pressing up against her - his hardness was felt only through his jeans. Tonight, for the first time, she was able to see what she had previously only felt and it took her breath away. She had never been one that believed that size mattered but seeing him standing in front of her with an erect nine inches, she knew she was going to put that theory to the test.
Moving her legs apart, he sunk to his knees and buried his head between them. She felt his tongue lapping up the wetness that was coming from inside her. She felt him slip his finger inside her at the same time and she wiggled with pleasure.
"Oh, that is going to be a tight fit for sure," he said, partly to her and partly to himself. That comment was too much for her, and she knew she needed him inside her, quickly!
"Come here," she demanded as she put both hands on his head to guide him up to her. She plunged her tongue deep into his mouth.
"Can you taste yourself?" he asked when she had finished kissing him.
"Oh God, yes!" she answered.
He pushed her further up the bed, so her feet were no longer over the edge. He rested with his elbows on either side of her. She felt the tip of him as he began to enter her, and she took a sharp breath. He was right, it was going to be a tight fit! It had been years since she'd had sex. The last time had been with the boy's father. But tight fit or not, it felt incredible.
Just then, he moved and placed his arms behind her knees, bringing her legs to rest on his shoulders. He plunged into her in one fluid motion, and she felt like her world stood still. He began to move rhythmically, pushing the full length of himself into her. She could feel as he went as far as her body was able to accept him.
She was soon distracted from her amazement at how their bodies fit together by the sounds that were coming from Luke. He was making guttural noises deep in his throat and crying out with each thrust. The noises were turning her on even more, and she felt an orgasm rise within her body. Just then, he reached out and slid his hand between them, touching the center of her.
Together, they reached a climax that left then breathing raggedly. Luke collapsed on her and lay there, inert. Olivia struggled to catch her breath under the effects of her orgasm and his weight.
Eventually, he raised himself on his elbows and looked down on her with a smile.
"Oh wow!" he said.
She laughed at the simplicity with which he stated his satisfaction. She couldn't have described it any better herself.
"You are amazing," he raised himself a bit more and sucked on her nipple.
"You aren't so bad yourself," she laughed.
He was still inside her, and they laid there for a while, enjoying the after-effects before she began to notice that he seemed to be hard again. She wasn't sure until he started moving slowly in and out of her.
"What the-" she asked incredulously.
"That is what you do to me," he said, huskily.
She laughed in delight as she threw her arms around his neck, prepared for a very long night.