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“How did you figure out that she was my mom?” I ask, curious how she put two and two together.
Lorelei chuckles. “Well, when I learned your real last name was Stone, and that you grew up in Tacoma, it reminded me of your mom, since she was also a Stone from Tacoma. After that, I just had a feeling it was her.”
“Wow.” My voice breaks as I get choked up.
Olivia squeezes my hand. “I can’t believe it,” she says.
Lorelei stands and walks over to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Your mom was a lovely woman, and she was lucky to have you as her son. She was proud of you and your sister.”
I smile, and a tear falls down my cheek. “She was a great mom.”
“Her spirit is still with you, and she loves you very much,” Lorelei says.
Another tear falls, and I wipe it with my free hand. I don’t remember the last time I cried, and although in most circumstances I would feel self-conscious about exposing my feelings like this in front of others, I don’t feel that way at all with Olivia. Instead, I feel comforted with her hand in mine.
Lorelei squeezes my shoulder, then drops her hand. “I’m going to head upstairs now,” she says. “We can talk more tomorrow. Good night.”
“Good night,” Olivia tells her aunt.
Still in shock and trying to manage my emotions, it doesn’t occur to me that I didn’t say good night to Lorelei until she’s already out of the room and probably halfway upstairs.
I wipe my eyes, then turn to Olivia. “I’m sorry for crying. That was just surprising to hear.”
“Yeah, it was,” Olivia replies. She takes her hand from mine and rubs my back instead.
I wipe my face with both hands, then take a deep breath. “Wow. So, my mom stayed here once.”
“It’s pretty incredible. I can’t believe it myself.”
It takes me a few minutes to recover from this news. This place is even more special to me now. The fact that my mom came here during the darkest time of her life and knowing that Lorelei spent time with her––probably helping her through that dark time––is surreal. This place has become special to me over the past couple of weeks, simply because of Olivia. But now I know there must be some sort of magic here at the Sandy Shore Inn.
“Do you want to go upstairs?” Olivia asks.
I nod. “Yeah. Let’s go to bed.”
Olivia and I go upstairs to her room. We both get ready for bed, then lie together, her back to my front. The room is dark, but the moonlight comes through the window, leaving just enough light for me to make out her body. My arm is draped around her, my hand resting on her chest. She’s wearing a silky black tank top. Now that the shock of the news about my mom is wearing off, I want to do what I’ve dreamt about doing with Olivia for the past several days. I want her. I want to make love to her and make her come over and over again.
I slip my hand inside her shirt and find her bare breasts. Olivia lets out a quiet moan as I caress her, lightly tugging on her nipples.
Needing more of her, I shift my position so she can lie on her back. I pull the tank top over her head and toss it to the floor, then I pull the covers back and remove her shorts and underwear. She lies naked in front of me, and I admire her beauty in the moonlight streaming through the window. Not wasting any time, I spread her legs and lower myself, settling between them. I lazily drag my finger over the folds of her wet pussy before inserting two fingers. She gasps. I bring my mouth to her center and lick her, and she moans.
“Yes,” she whispers. “Just like that.”
I pump my fingers in and out as I lick and suck her clit. She writhes beneath me, and I know it won’t be long before she comes. She tastes sweet, and I want more of her. I want her to soak me in her juices from coming so hard as she calls out my name, so I increase my pace. I move my tongue vigorously up and down, around the little bundle of nerves until her legs shake.
“Don’t stop,” she says, so I don’t. Before long, her muscles clench around my fingers, and she moans in pleasure as her body comes undone.
Olivia’s hands fly to my head, and she tugs on my hair.God, that’s sexy.I need to be inside her, though, so I ease up on my ministrations before I stop what I’m doing and sit up to remove the only clothing I’m wearing––my boxer briefs.
“Did that feel good?” I ask as I undress.
“Yes,” she says between heavy breaths. “I want you.”
“Ineedyou, Olivia,” I tell her. “You’re all I thought about while I was in New York. I’ve wanted you like this for days.” I drag my hand over her wet pussy, then smear her cum all over my dick.
“You’re all I’ve thought about, too,” she says. “I need you inside me.”
Aligning my cock at her entrance, I slide inside, savoring the feeling of every exquisite inch of her. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down to kiss her.
