He lowered his head and grabbed my lip between his while his hands grazed up my neck and cupped my head. His touch, his lips, his mint taste—it all sedated and quenched me at once. The room spun as he pulled away and rested his forehead to mine to keep us in place.
And suddenly I was picked up at the thighs and walked over to the base of the piano, and left standing there. Ollie jogged across the room and locked the door, and on his way back, he took long strides as his erection strained against his joggers. He gripped his eager hard-on and stopped in his tracks. Taking a step back, he studied me as I grew needy.
“Ollie, come here.” I took a step forward.
He shook his head. “Just stand right there, love. I just want to look at you.”
With his eyes on me, my skin heated.
He let out a long exhale and took the few steps toward me and lifted me over the piano.
The amount of restraint he contained remained a mystery when all I needed was to be connected with him again. It was no secret we both remembered the way he’d fucked me, and the regret coursed through his actions and stained his soul.
“I’m afraid,” he confessed in my ear while his hips leaned between my legs. “I’m going to fall apart.”
Ollie had explained once before how our sex made him feel. When we collide, the moment shakes him to the core, licks his wounds, and the wave of emotions he experienced was colossal—my Ollie.
The first time we’d ever made love, after going through all of that, I’d closed him off in his most vulnerable state. The second time, he’d broken down in the bathroom in the shower stall. It took time for Ollie to build up enough trust with me to know I wasn’t going anywhere. And then he had slipped, and we had to start over. When we made love in the library, he’d cried in my arms. Then after that, fucked me in my dorm. Ollie had every right to feel afraid.
“Fall apart so we can fall in place, together,” I reassured him.
His eyes snatched mine as he ran his hands up my thighs. I kicked off my shoes. He yanked off my jeans. I tugged down his pants. He removed his shirt before my own. I unlatched my bra, and It had all happened so fast until our bodies crashed.
Then we slowed.
Lips made with precision traced my jawline as my center ached, but Ollie took his time while his arousal pressed against me. His hands grabbed my bottom, pulling me to the edge. Every touch and kiss remained gentle, slow, and long-lasting, drifting down my neck and to my breasts.
My back curved into him as he blessed both of my nipples before moving down. Though I was ready, he’d always took his time and tasted every surface. His hand pushed me backward until my back met the cold piano. My breath hitched when his warm lips kissed over my pelvis, sensual and heavy. My heart lost control when his hands wrapped around my sex and massaged me apart. My hips curled into his mouth when deep full strokes of his tongue trudged through my center before his lips covered my clit.
Gentle thrusts of his tongue drove me mad and closer, and my breath held as he pulled away. His arm snaked around my back as he lifted me until I was against him, needing the closeness as his thick head pressed against my entrance. I wrapped my arm around his neck, and his fingertips crept along the sensitive skin, down my arm and side, before gripping my thigh.
Our eyes latched onto one another, and then he drove himself inside me.
It wasn’t until we were connected entirely did our mouths fall in line. Ollie’s tongue slipped inside as he kissed me unhurriedly, grinding so slow and torturously while his thumb pressed firmly over my clit.
Ollie fell apart. I fell apart.
But we fell together.
Hard.
“I love you,” his voice shook through our kiss and his hand wrapped around the back of my head to keep me together from turning into liquid. “Consuming, timeless, unselfish, love. I’d loved you in my darkest hour when I wasn’t myself, and I’ll love you in every lifetime after this.” My body shook under his utter honesty—never holding back, leaving himself exposed in such a raw state.
“Ollie … ” I started to say.
“I know, Mia,” he stopped me, unable to contain my response. “I know.”
And our mouths slammed once more, and his cock throbbed against my walls. His palms landed over my thighs, and his fingers dragged across my skin as he came closer. I wrapped my legs around him as he stroked deeply inside me and my sex clenched around him on edge, ready to break—a perfect rapture bursting at the seams.
It wasn’t until I let go when he chased my climax and held our kiss. Our bodies slick against one another and are hearts on fire, Ollie reached that holy feeling, and a single tear rolled down his cheek.
“Marry me, Mia,” he said breathlessly. “I had it all planned out, but what better time than right now? Look at us. Stripped down as one. Bare and bound to one another, just made sweet love. Bloody hell, I’m still going, and I can’t believe I’m able to speak right now … fuck … marry me.”
“Yes.”
“I’d been certain since my heart found yours, and I thought the moment had to be perfect. But this is so perfect—
“Ollie,” I let out a small laugh, “I said yes.”
“Yeah?”
I nodded.
He grabbed my head and pulled me toward him for another kiss, smiles never leaving either one of us.
“Mia, I’m literally shaking,” Ollie said through a laugh and pulled my hand to his heart. “Fuck. I can’t imagine anyone as happy as you just made me right now.” He let out a heavy and shaky exhale.
Sunday morning, I awoke with a smile and Ollie by my side. Ollie had convinced Ethan to let him sleep in my dorm, and relief set in knowing I’d never have to sleep through a night terror alone again.
Hopefully.
I shouldn’t speak too soon, because if there was one thing I’d learned, anything could change like a flip of a switch … No pun intended.
“You don’t need a shower,” Ollie groaned, voice thick and husky and eyes still closed. “You smell amazing.”
A light laugh left me. “You don’t have to come. I’ll be fine. Just go back to sleep, and I’ll be right back.” The sun hadn’t come out yet—the dorm in complete darkness—and I gathered my things into my arms. He knew I preferred morning showers, and on most days, he’d join me. But we had been celebrating through the night, and he was exhausted from not getting any sleep the night before.
The hallway was empty. Ethan must have had the night off at home. I padded down the dark hall and toward the bathroom. Mindlessly, I went through my morning routine, flipped the light switch, turned on the shower, and stared at my own reflection, looking for changes.
I was someone’s fiancé, and not just anyone’s. I was Ollie’s. My face smiled back at me, and I dropped my chin before pushing off the counter, remembering the days I’d never imagined getting married to anyone and how the most significant changes were happening inside of me.
After two minutes of being under the shower, the entire bathroom went into complete darkness.
“Hello?” I called out.
The only sound in return was the shower pouring overhead.
I reached my hand out in front of me, unable to see anything.
Then a loud smash pierced the room as the sound of glass falling to the floor followed close behind.