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I groan softly. “I feel fine. I’m not tipsy. It’s not like I’ve never had wine before.”
“Olivia.” He says my name softly, almost reverently. “Just relax. I’ll make it good for you. I promise. There’s no rush. We’ve got an indeterminate amount of time stuck in hotels together for the foreseeable future. If you still want me to touch you when you wake up tomorrow morning, all you have to do is knock on the door. Trust me, I’ll be up for it anytime, but not tonight.”
Realizing that he’s not going to give in, I sigh and nod. “What about you, then? You said you’d make it good for me, and I know you will, but you… I don’t know how to… You know… Especially if we’re not touching each other.”
“You can touch me anytime you like.” The corners of his eyes crinkle as he smiles and makes his eyebrows dance at me. “You ever want to do any exploring, you can just let me know, and I’ll lie down and take it. But don’t worry about me. I know how to take care of myself if I need to.”
He winks, and even though I flush at what he’s insinuating, it also reminds me of something he said the other day.
“Back in London, you told me that just because you hadn’t hooked up with anyone didn’t mean you hadn’t gotten off that day. Do you do that a lot?”
“What? Jerk off?” He drags his gaze over my face, his hand closing over my thigh as he squeezes. “Yes. A lot more recently than I used to.”
“Because we’ve been stuck in here,” I say as I come to the conclusion, but he shakes his head.
“Nope. It’s not that.” He plants a kiss on my jaw and brushes his lips closer to my mouth as he speaks. “Because of you, Olivia. All because of you.”
My eyes fly wide open, but then he carries on. “Now, would you just shut up and lie back so I can finally hear you scream my name for real and not just in my head?”
“Can I watch you sometime?” I rush out when his lips threaten to make me forget the question. “When you… do that. Will you let me watch?”
“Fuck yes,” he groans against my skin, and his eyelashes sweep across it when he glances up at me. “Why? Are you a bit of a voyeur? That’s hot, Liv. I wouldn’t have taken you for—”
I smack his arm. “I’m not. It’s just… I’d learn. I’d learn how to touch you if I watched you touching yourself.”
“Being locked in here just got a lot more fun.” He brings his mouth back to mine, kissing me hard and fast before he smirks and pushes me down by my shoulders. “Whatever you want, baby. Whenever you want it. Now lie the fuck down and let me make you come, please.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” I mumble, but then his lips start traveling down, and this time, I really do forget everything other than the sensations he’s coaxing from my body.
True to his word, he doesn’t touch me under my robe, but he does let it fall open, his gaze on me so intense that it almost feels like he is touching me. He uses the thick, towel-like fabric of the robe to his advantage too, carefully covering me with it before he brings his fingers or his mouth to any part of me, but the fibers add to the friction.
It turns out that not touching can be just as incredibly erotic as I imagine touching is, and when I feel the heat of his mouth over my most private part once he’s driven me sufficiently crazy, I grab his hair and seriously contemplate ripping the robe out from between us, but I know that if I do that, he’ll stop. And if he stops right now, I think I’ll cry.
Despite the thick fabric, his tongue is hard, hot, and firm on my clit, his hand rubbing me and bringing me ever closer to an edge that feels dangerous to fall over. I don’t have much of a choice, though. With my entire body shaking, my eyes screwed shut, and my feet practically curled into fists, I finally break through that final barrier between me and my orgasm, and when I do, it’s like my brain shatters and my world is reduced to pleasure. I had no idea it could be like this, and when I tell him so after I catch my breath, his pupils are so dilated that his eyes are almost pure black.
“Jesus, Olivia. That was…” He lets out a string of whispered curses, his breathing ragged and his cheeks flushed. He clears his throat, glancing away from me. “So, uh, I thought I’d be okay, but I’m going to need a minute. Just, uh, don’t move for a minute. If you can stop breathing, that’d be great.”
I giggle, my whole being seeming strangely light and giddy. “Why? I’m glad you’re not okay, Vince.”
“That’s just mean,” he grumbles, but I reach out and take his hand, stroking my thumb over his knuckles before I start moving it slowly to the bulge in his pants.
“No, that’s not how I meant it. I’m glad you’re not okay because that means it’s not just me.”
When he realizes where I’m about to put his hand, his gaze flies back to mine.
“Don’t take a minute. Show me that I did the same to you that you did to me. I told you I wanted to watch you, and I do. So no, I won’t not move or breathe. In fact, I might even be able to help you out a bit.”
“I’m not going to need much help,” he mutters, but he watches me curiously as I scoot up the bed once I’ve put his hand on his crotch, careful not to have touched him with my own hand.
When I open the robe a little over one of my breasts and spread my legs just slightly, leaving the sliver of robe open right between them, his nostrils flare and his jaw ticks. “Fuck. Fuck, Olivia. You can’t… I don’t want to.”
“Show me,” I whisper again, and he seems almost wild, his eyes wide, his hair a mess from the way I gripped it, but then his hands are on his button and he’s undoing it, shoving down his zipper before he lifts his pants and underwear over his erection, groaning with relief when it springs free.
His shirt is over it at first, so I can’t see much other than it’s really long, really thick, and pretty veiny, but then my eyes are dragged upward by his shuddering chest and the rippling of the muscles in his forearm when he takes himself in his fist and starts stroking. Almost immediately, noises are falling out of him. His eyes don’t leave me once, but it looks as though he’s in a trance. Like he can’t believe that what he’s looking at is real.
My body reacts, and despite my massive orgasm, I feel my nerve endings flicker back to life as I watch him.
When my hand twitches toward myself, he curses again. “Do it, Liv. If you want to do it, do it.”
