by Zoe Norman
She smiles sweetly at me. “Well, I hate to leave you in suspense, Mr. Maxwell.” She reaches for the hem of her dress, but I, being impatient, take the material in my hands and lift her dress up to her breasts so I have an unfettered view. I’m such a gentleman, I know.
I suck in a ragged breath when I see that she is wearing a sheer, nude, lace thong that leaves nothing to my imagination. “Sweet baby Jesus” I exhale in a puff of air.
Olivia watches my expression as my gaze is fixed between her legs. “You like?” she asks.
“Like? I’m in love,” I confirm. I run a finger over the elastic at the top of her panties and then trace the seam along her leg. My finger slips inside the fabric and makes contact with her sensitive skin. The backside of my finger glides over the lips of her pussy and I feel her heat, her wetness.
“Owen,” she breathes out in a huff.
“Give me a minute, baby. You’re so fucking sexy and I’m so fucking addicted to you that I’m about to lose it before even getting my dick out of my pants.” I burrow into her neck. “I want to fuck you into next Sunday, but if I don’t calm myself down, this is going to be a very short ride to the mile high club.”
Olivia opens up her mouth to say something but closes it quickly. I may have shocked her speechless.
Regaining my composure, I kiss along her jawline and up toward her mouth while I slip two fingers inside her panties. With the lightest of touches, I slide them inside her folds. Olivia exhales with a shiver, and I smile against her skin. I want to commemorate this moment for the both of us. I want to make this fucking unbelievable for her and make another memory for only us to share. I place my palm at the base of Olivia’s neck and hold her mouth to mine. My lips brush over hers and my tongue coaxes her lips apart. She opens to me willingly and our kiss intensifies, becoming more urgent.
Olivia moans softly into my mouth as my fingers glide along her folds, teasing her, exploring her. I glide a finger inside her as my tongue probes her mouth with the same rhythm. I remove my fingers from her panties and skid a wet finger over her bottom lip before I suck on it, tasting her.
“I love you, Olivia,” I whisper as I claim her mouth again.
“Mmm…I love you too, Owen,” she breathes into my mouth.
I feed two fingers into Olivia’s mouth and she licks them hungrily before I move them down and roughly grab her sex. My middle finger slips past the thin strip of material of her thong as my finger dips in and out of her entrance.
“You’re so fucking wet for me. God! I can’t tell you how much that turns me on.” I dive my tongue deep into her mouth and ravenously devour her. “I need you… Need to be inside you.”
Olivia reaches for the belt on my jeans and quickly unfastens the buckle and buttons. She eagerly pushes them down past my hips and does the same with my boxer briefs, shoving them all down to my knees. My rigid erection bounces up and lodges itself against her inner thigh. I groan as the already moist tip makes contact with her soft, perfect flesh.
As I kiss down Olivia’s neck, I intermittently give her directions. “Lift your leg baby... Yeah, that’s it... Let me hold your leg up… Yes, yes… I’m going to put you on the counter... Fuck, baby, don’t touch it yet. I’m going to explode.”
I hoist Olivia onto the counter and, with my hand under one knee, pull her leg up and out, opening her up to me without having to take up too much space.
“You need to keep quiet, baby. The flight crew will hear us. Bite my shoulder if you need to.”
“Bite your shoulder?” she asks breathlessly. “Why would I need to—oh fuck!” she yelps.
I quickly clamp a hand over her mouth as I impale her with one long stroke. Holy shit, that’s deep. After taking a few deep breaths, trying to regain my composure, I groan into her neck and then whisper, “You okay? Can I move?”
She nods, so I slowly remove my hand from her mouth and place it on her hip. I look into Olivia’s eyes as I begin to move. Olivia’s eyes flutter closed as she feels me—all of me. I take the opportunity to watch myself slide in and out of her. I watch my thick length drag along her opening, awed at the sight.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I grunt out as I work myself in and out of her. “You feel so good, Olivia. You’re perfect.” I murmur as I grip her hip tighter and lift her leg a little higher.
Olivia wraps her hands around my neck and holds on tight as I thrust fast and deep. I lick my thumb and bring it down between our bodies as I start to make small, firm circles on her clit.
“Oh God, Owen!” she yells when I touch her.
“Shhh, baby… Quiet.” I lean down and kiss her, helping to muffle her cries.
Olivia begins to whine, the sensations from my hands and cock proving to be too much for her. I bend my knees and start to thrust hard into her.
“Olivia. I don’t mean to pressure you—fuck, you feel good… We need to hurry, baby. You close?” I grunt. I’m doing everything I can to hold back for her.
“Yes…yesss.” she hisses. “So close. Don’t…stop…fucking…me,” she mewls through each penetrating stroke. “Oh God…”
Her words ignite me and I begin to pound into her harder than before. The slap of our skin echoes off the close walls and I don’t give a fuck who can hear us at this point.
“In my mouth… You need to come in my mouth,” she cries out.
“What?” I ask, completely perplexed. “What did you say?” I ask again, the rhythm of my thrusts faltering.
“My mouth. I need you to come in my mouth. If you come in me—oh Jesus, that feels good—I’ll be sitting in it the whole flight. We just took off!”
I scowl at her. “Fine…just let me go a few more, baby… Shit, it feels too good. I don’t want to stop.” I pull Olivia closer to the edge of the sink and regain my momentum.
Sweat is beading on my brow and starts to run down the side of my face. Olivia leans forward and licks it off.
“Dirty girl,” I growl as I continue to thrust into her harder and harder.
“God, Owen, I can’t last much longer... Please…make me come.”
I grunt and grab hold of her other leg, moving both legs in front of my chest and grasping her ankles over my shoulder. Olivia supports herself with one hand on the counter and the other pressed against the mirror.
“Oh God!” Olivia yelps. In seconds, Olivia is biting down on my arm as she tips over the edge into oblivion. “Owen! Baby! Owen!” she whisper-yells repeatedly as her orgasm consumes her.
As her release squeezes my dick like a vise, I bite the inside of my cheek, doing everything I can to prolong this, but it’s no use. I’m done. “I’m… Liv... Can’t wait much longer... Fuck...I’m going to come.”
“Oh no you don’t!” she says as she pushes me back, causing me to slip out of her warmth and stagger with a thud into the opposite wall.
She mewls at the empty feeling and hops off the sink, dropping to her haunches. I take my cock, purple and swollen from our lovemaking, in my fist, gripping it firmly at the base. I begin to stroke myself, needing desperately to come. Olivia pushes my hand aside and takes me into her mouth as far back as she can. I rest a hand on the top of her head and slide my length in and out of her mouth. Once…twice…I’m finished. I let out a low, guttural roar that sounds like something you would hear in the Serengeti. It’s masculine, possessive, primal.
I come for what feels like minutes as I shoot my hot liquid against the back of her throat, triggering her to swallow rapidly. I grab her head between my hands, whispering her name over and over again as I shudder and continue to ride out my orgasm.
When I’m finished, Olivia continues to keep me lodged in her mouth. I attempt to pull back, but she grabs my hips to keep me in place. She finally pulls back but bathes me with her tongue, making sure no precious drop is wasted. When she’s satisfied with her cleanup, she releases me and I fall back against the wall, winded.
“How was that?” she asks, grinning.
Through hooded eyes, I smile a
t her with a wide, toothy grin. “Now that was a mile high happy ending.”
Six hours later, we arrive at The Fairmont Olympic Hotel in downtown Seattle. I thought I would score me some major points with Olivia by staying at the hotel that started it all for us nearly one year ago. By the look on her face, I know I’m right. But another surprise awaits her.
“Mr. Maxwell, we have reserved room 1121 for you as requested.” The man behind the reception desk smiles and slips three room keys to me from across the counter.
Olivia approaches the desk and takes my hand, entwining her fingers with mine. I glance down at her and see that she’s beaming from ear to ear. Room 1121 is the same room Olivia had when we got to know each other in Seattle. The room we made love in for the first time. The room I started to fall for her and, if I’m being honest, started to fall in love with her.
“Owen!” she sings. “What did you do?”
“I thought I’d surprise you,” I say, leaning down and kissing the top of her head. “The room holds special memories for us. So…surprise!” I smile wide, quite pleased with myself that I’ve been able to pull off this little shocker.
Olivia stands on her tiptoes and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down for a kiss. She brushes her lips against mine and darts her tongue across my lips and into my open mouth, causing me to groan.
“I think that was a very, very sweet thing to do, baby. Something for which you should be greatly rewarded.”
Well, that got my penis’s attention. I let out a huff of a breath across Olivia’s face, my excitement growing by the second.
“Um…excuse me?” my mom interjects, clearing her throat. “I hate to interrupt you two, but if I could just get my room key…”
My mom.
Shit.
Hello, mood killer.
“Sorry about that,” I say, forcing a smile. I turn back to the gentleman checking us in. “Just reminiscing. We met at this hotel...sort of.”
The man at the front desk purses his lips and nods his head, seemingly giving us his best fake smile and failing miserably. “Here are your keys,” he says, tapping the three keys that lie on the countertop. “I’ll call the bellman to have him deliver your bags to your room.”
“Yes, thank you for that, but we also need my mother’s room key. The reservations were made at the same time under the same confirmation code and same last name.”
“My apologies, Mr. Maxwell. Let me get that taken care of for you right away.” The front desk attendant types frantically at his keyboard and looks up at me on occasion, flashing me his tight smile.
Meanwhile, Olivia hasn’t left my side and nuzzles into me. She runs her hand down the front of my pants and lingers over my growing erection, startling me. My girl is feeling daring. What did I unleash in her on the plane? The front desk blocks the view from the frantically typing attendant and my back is to my mom, shielding her from witnessing her only son getting sexually assaulted by his horny girlfriend.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Maxwell. There doesn’t seem to be a second reservation under your name. Would it be under your mother’s name, perhaps?”
I furrow my brow, knowing that this is a mistake. I made the reservations myself. “Maybe. Try Michelle Maxwell—”I lean forward to read his nametag—“Scott.”
Scott gives me a weak smile and begins typing again. “Michelle Maxwell…Michelle Maxwell… No. I’m sorry. There is no reservation under that name either.”
Olivia stops fondling me and looks up at my face, which is now growing angry. She grabs my hand again and gives it a reassuring squeeze. “I’m sure it’s just a small mix-up, Owen.”
I address my new friend, Scott. There’s no sense in getting out of control. “Kill ‘em with kindness,” my dad always said.
“Scott, there’s been a mistake. I made the reservations months ago. Will you please check again?”
“I’ve checked three times, Mr. Maxwell. There is no second reservation.”
“All right. We can just get her a room now then,” I surmise. Problem solved.
“We are booked to capacity through the entire weekend, I’m afraid.”
“I could stay with you and Olivia, Owen,” my mom chimes in.
“No,” Olivia and I say in unison. We look at each other and laugh, knowing that three is a crowd, especially when the extra is my mother. Yeah. No, thank you.
“We want you to be comfortable, Mimi,” Olivia coos in her saccharin-sweet voice. She goes to my mom’s side to reassure her and talk her out of the crazy idea of staying in our room. “It’s been a long day for all of us and I’m sure a hot shower and a big, comfy bed and a nap would feel amazing.”
“Ah!” exclaims Scott, startling all of us. “Found it. The reservation was under Mimi, not Michelle.”
Olivia, Scott, and I breathe a sigh of relief as he hurriedly checks my mom in. After I give Mom her key, we make our way to the elevator banks.
After settling my mom in her massive suite and helping her figure out how to turn on the elaborate shower, Olivia and I make our way up to the eleventh floor to our room. I open the door and usher Olivia in. It’s exactly as it was a year ago, and Olivia’s eyes tear up. We got to know each other in this room, made love in this room, connected in this room. It’s like an energy that is still palpable exists here.
I drop my carry-on bag by the door, walk up behind Olivia, and wrap an arm around her middle while my other hand pushes her hair to the side. Then I press my mouth to her neck and whisper into her ear, “Penny for your thoughts?”
“I’m just thinking about the last time we were here. All the memories this room holds. Maybe we should visit Seattle every year to remind us why we’re still together, how we connected in the first place.”
I kiss the spot underneath her ear and whisper, “I think that’s an amazing idea. Maybe we can even reenact that first night. Without the zipper drama of course.” I chuckle.
I give Olivia a tight hug and place a kiss on her temple. I suggest we take a quick shower and try and get a nap in since we’ll likely have a long night. Olivia heartily agrees. We strip, occasionally helping each other out of our clothes. The awkwardness that existed the first time we were here is replaced by a comfort that can only be shared by two people who know each other well. We work as a team, handing each other toothbrushes and toothpaste. Kisses and touches are given as we move about the bathroom. We make love as we share a shower. It’s easy and unscripted, slow and methodical, meant to connect rather than titillate.
Afterward, Olivia slips one of my FDNY T-shirts on and climbs into bed beside me. We watch some TV for a few minutes, but it’s not long before I fall asleep recounting the great day so far and looking forward to more fun tonight.
OWEN AND I HAVE spent the afternoon relaxing. After a long flight, it was nice to take a nap and a good shower before tonight’s festivities. We have the rehearsal dinner, so I know it’s going to be a long night. Travis has already told Owen that we’re going out after the dinner, and since it’s been so long since he’s seen his friends, I am sure he’s going to drain every last minute out of this night.
Owen is still snoozing in bed, but as I look at the clock, I realize that, if I want to look halfway decent tonight, I better start getting ready. I quietly get up from the bed and make my way toward the closet. I brought a really cute dress for tonight with me. It’s very short and all black, giving me a smooth silhouette. I also brought Owen’s favorite black thong. Why it’s his favorite I’ll never know. I have about twenty of them that all look the same, but he seems to think this is the one, so I let him. When I pair it all with a super-high, super-sexy pair of heels, I should drop him dead tonight.
I move into the bathroom and take Owen’s T-shirt off before slipping on my panties and bra. I brush my teeth, apply some simple but elegant makeup…and after adding some curls, pin my hair up loosely on top of my head, letting some tendrils fall free. Then I slide on my thigh-high stockings. I haven’t broken out the whole garter set,
but thigh-highs will make my man happy, and I am nothing if not interested in making him happy.
I glide into my heels and decide that it’s time to make sure Owen is awake. He takes less time to get ready, but it’s getting late and the dinner is at a restaurant a few blocks away. I step out of the bathroom, ready to grab my perfume, when I look up and find Owen sitting on the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees, his face propped on his steepled fingers. Yummy—he looks sexy just waking up.
He runs his fingers through his hair. His hair is shorter than usual because I asked him to cut it before the wedding. He didn’t love it at first, but he’s gotten used to it, and I think he looks hot as hell with it, so...that’s most important, right?
I know he’s watching me as I move around the room and finish getting ready. I can feel his eyes on me.
“I could watch you all night,” he says, standing up from the bed. “In fact, I would rather watch you all night. Sometimes I enjoy watching you get dressed almost as much as I like watching you undress.” He walks to stand behind me as I put my diamond studs in my ears.
“But alas, you cannot watch me all night,” I say with a smile. “People are expecting us and I know you’re excited to see everyone. Speaking of which, you better get moving, mister. We need to get going.”
“Yeah, yeah… I know,” he pouts as he makes his way to the bathroom. I can hear him running water. “Should I shave? I’m not gonna shave.” It’s a typical Owen question/statement.
I smile. “I like you scruffy. Don’t shave.”
I lean against the TV console and watch as he walks out of the bathroom and toward the closet, running his hand over his stubble. He begins to pull out clothes. “What do you think? This blue button-down with the dark jeans? Or do you think I should wear dress pants?”
I give him a grimace. “Jeans, Owen? To a rehearsal dinner? I’m wearing a cocktail dress.” I see him grin.
“Hehe... Cocktail dress.” He chuckles.
My God—men never grow up. I can’t help but smile back. He’s such an adolescent sometimes.
