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His pupils dilate and when he’s silent for a moment, I think I’ve spooked him and ruined everything. He gives me a smile that knocks the air out of my lungs. He looks so fucking sexy that I look around, wondering if he’s looking at and talking to me. “I like that you called it home.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Olivia
“Goteverything?”Tomasbringsthe last of our bags out of the house and loads them into the back of my SUV. It’s been two weeks since I returned to the apartment. Things are settling into a routine. I’ve always been excited to see Tomas, but the days that I know I’m spending the night with him make me feel like I’m in class pining for him all over again. I nod, squeezing his ass as he walks back to get his own bags. He looks back, giving me a cocky smile that goes right to my core.
I’m officially twenty. Just as Tomas promised, he rented the cabin to celebrate. I am surprised that none of our friends could make it when Tomas gave ample notice, but it won’t stop me from enjoying him. I’m greedy anyway. I love having all of his attention to myself.
"All week? We’re getting the cabin for a week?" I squeal.
"We sure are, Olivia. Did I mention I love playing house with you?"
I pick a playlist that we sing along with besides intermittent conversation. By the time we pull in, it’s almost five-thirty pm and I’m fucking starving. My stomach embarrassingly groans as a reminder.
“I take it you’re hungry.” He gives me a wry smile.
“Yes, for food. For your cock, too, but I need to eat something or I may actually die. Not to be dramatic or anything.” Tomas laughs as he picks up our bags, ushering me inside. The lit candles on the dining room table immediately catch my eye, and I turn to the kitchen. I turn towards the kitchen where dinner is laid out waiting for us. A filet that looks to die for, complete with all the sides I could possibly imagine.
"Shut the fuck up! You got me a baked potato bar?" I embarrassedly wipe tears from my eyes, knowing he's not going to let me live down the fact I’m crying over a baked potato bar.
He laughs. "You're so easy to please sometimes."
"We're going to eat, then you and I are getting a bath, followed by some extra-curricular activities."
I can't help the blush spreading over me from head to toe. Never in my wildest dreams would I believe that this is how I would spend my twentieth birthday. I let my guard down, and Tomas treats me like royalty for just being myself. That’s the greatest aphrodisiac in existence. I kiss him deeply and feel his cock coming to life against my thighs.
“I changed my mind. The food can wait.” I can never get enough of this man.
"You need to wait," he says, kissing my forehead.
We eat in comfortable conversation just in time for the sun to set on the west side of the mountain. I'm in awe of it. I look over as I feel him gazing at me.
"What?" I ask self-consciously.
"There isn't a sunset in the world that could turn out to be as beautiful as the blush that overtakes your face."
I blush harder at his words. After dinner, Tomas loads the dishwasher and pulls out a bottle of champagne. He toasts to us, to my birthday, before leading me to a huge clawfoot tub with steam rising from the surface of the water. The view is panoramic here too, the waning light draping the bathroom in golden light. Tomas lights a few candles, then undresses us both. He helps me in the tub and we revel in the hot water together.
Pulling me across his lap, he kisses me deeply and we groan simultaneously. He brings me flush, our noses touching. My heart thumps steadily in my chest as Tomas worships me with his hands, mouth, lips, and tongue. His cock hardens underneath me. I selfishly grind against him as he coaxes the first orgasm out of me.
I waste no time and position him at my entrance. I sink down onto him, hissing as he stretches me to a fullness that burns and soothes all at once. He lets me choose the rhythm, then grabs my waist, nails digging in, as I experiment freely with what feels good for me. There's no question he's enjoying every second of it as his eyes are alight with unbridled lust. My grinds and movements become more frantic the more I lose myself in the delirious pleasure Tomas is giving me. His hands explore me freely, confident and sure, knowing every spot, every touch that drives me to madness. Two orgasms later, I collapse on Tomas.
"I can't go on. Go on without me.” I nuzzle into his shoulder, savoring his warmth and the intimacy.
"You can and you will,” he says, chuckling softly.
"You're going to need to do the work, then."
"With pleasure."
He lifts me up with ease and positions me over the side of the tub.
"Tell me if I'm being too rough," he says, kissing my shoulder, before sinking in to the hilt.
The sensation, impossibly tight, causes me to clamp around him as an orgasm appears on the horizon. I let him set the pace, and he alternates between sensual and punishing. I push back on him when I need more, our bodies communicating silently and harmoniously. He tenses behind me, our orgasms in a race to appear first. He wins and I feel him within my core, warmth pooling deep within. It urges me to my own orgasm and I shatter around his cock. He grabs the back of my hair and neck, kissing me so fervently that I nearly come again.
"I think it’s obvious that I’m falling for you, Tomas." I nuzzle against him in unbelievable bliss, stunned that I get this man and everything else I want, too.
