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“Sure. My favorite band is The Beatles. I love eating wasabi on chocolate cake, and I once kissed my high school teacher.”
“Adrian,” I gasp, trying not to laugh. The second and third are both atrocious. “You love eating wasabi on chocolate cake. That has to be the lie.”
“Nope,” he laughs. “I never kissed my teacher.”
“Eww,” I say, “You like wasabi on chocolate cake?”
“It’s pretty damn good,” he defends himself. “Okay, your turn.”
“Fine, but I refuse to play this PG version of two truths, one lie. Come on, we’re adults.”
“I like where this is going,” he says, looking into my eyes with twinkling mischief in his own.
“Alright then. I almost got arrested for skinny dipping, I once posed as a bikini model for extra cash, and I told all the girls in junior high that my ex had herpes because I was so mad when he broke up with me.”
“You once posed as a bikini model is the lie,” he says.
“Uh,” I groan. “You’re right.”
“You almost got arrested for skinny dipping?” he laughs, clutching his stomach.
“Hey,” I protest. “We were all young and dumb once.”
“True that,” he says.
“Your turn,” I admonish him, trying to change the topic.
“I once bought a jet plane when I was drunk. I bought Emily a pony called Skittle” – I giggle at these two, something tells me they’re both true, and I’m now prepared to call out the next one as a lie, no matter what it is, he continues –“and I no longer wish for the day you would initiate something between us …”
My heart skips a beat. I am right. This is the lie. We are now looking into each other’s eyes. His are dazzling under the moonlight streaming in through the curtains behind me. He waited. He waited and is still waiting for me to initiate moving beyond just paperwork and good mornings. That patience, along with everything I learned about him today has stirred a change of mind within me. If there’s one thing I know to be true about life – it is that to live a life well-lived, one must be open to change, and would it be so bad to admit that maybe I was wrong? That maybe being with Adrian won’t be the worst possible thing in the world?
“Liar,” I whisper. “How long have you been waiting for?”
“Ever since you said those words – not until you initiate.”
“How long will you wait for?” I whisper.
He takes a deep breath and whispers back, “However long you want me to. I’m not going anywhere, Olivia.”
Those words melt my heart, and in that moment, I need him more than ever. All of a sudden, I throw aside the pillow and climb on top of him, straddling his body as he lies below me. His hands slowly creep up to my waist, and he pulls me closer to him until there is barely any space between us left. With a sense of urgency, I ask, "What if ... that happens tonight?"
His eyes sparkle with anticipation as he answers, “That won’t be the worst thing now, would it?” I lean my head down towards him, and he kisses me softly before pulling away to look into my eyes again, sending shivers down my spine from the intensity radiating off his gaze alone. We are lost in each other for what feels like an eternity until finally realize I’m no longer scared. Even if I am, I now know this man who has me in his grip, and with him by my side, I can trust that I won’t be left alone to pick up the pieces and so, with desire seeping through my bones and courage drowning out my protests, I take initiative, not knowing where this will lead but sure enough excited by the possibilities ahead.
My hands reach down for my shirt, almost of their own accord, as I slowly peel it off my body, allowing his eyes to linger on every inch of my naked skin, making him pray for more. His breath catches, and goosebumps spread across his body; a sign that he’s enjoying the moment just as much as I am. His grip tightens across my hips in response, and when he tries to touch the swell of my naked breasts, I slap his hand away. “What?” I ask, sultrily. “You can’t wait a little longer?”
“Oh hon,” he says. “I can wait forever.”
And I want him to.
I slowly put my hands on either side of his body and adjust my legs so that I can feel his dick under me. I start grinding against him, in slow, gentle motions. He tries to touch me again, but I hold his hands down. My breasts dance in response to my movements, and I know he likes how they look with me up here and him down there. I can feel him harden under me, and I release his hands, now allowing him to follow his desires. My fingertips lightly trace the lines of his abs along his chest as I bend my face closer to his, and his hands find my waist. His grip tightens in response, and with each passing second, desire builds in us both until finally, we can resist no more, our lips locking together hungrily to savor this intimate moment between us.
His strong hands are now roaming freely over my naked skin, hungry for exploration, teasingly grazing my nipples which harden at even the slightest touch, sending gentle waves fueling fire deep inside me.
CHAPTER 12
ADRIAN
God,itishardallowing her to tease me so. I want to take charge. I need to ravish her just as much as I need to breathe air. She’s grinding me, and the way those tits fall in my line of sight is just too much to bear. I know that if I wanted, I could easily overpower her and those little fists she’s using to hold my hands in place to prevent me from touching her, but the truth is, I’ll let her play this game her way until I can’t take it no more.
