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My mouth parts, a needy whimper escaping as he continues to push more and more of his orgasm where he wants it.
It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever done and I realize I only want more. I want everything. The passion, the euphoria, the feel of him coming so deep in my cunt, not even my IUD could prevent his cum from slipping past.
Luckily, my post-orgasmic high isn’t able to say any of those words because a heavy knock sounds from the front door.
“Room service.”
Just when I think I can’t get more addicted to Olivia, I do.
Whether it’s the words that flow from her pretty lips, the way her body reciprocates everything I do, or the taste of her orgasm still fresh in the air.
I’m lost in her, and in no way do I ever want to find my way out.
After delaying my sister’s untimely entrance with a quick, “One moment,” I help Olivia up and back into the bathroom. I run hot water over a hand towel and thoroughly but gingerly clean between her thighs, kissing her shoulders softly any time she winces from the warm temperature over her still-sensitive slit.
“I’ll be right back.” After righting my pants and partly wet shirt, I disappear into the room and unlock the door.
My baby sister beams at me from the other side of her serving cart, a knowing look written over her face. She gestures to my less-than-obvious appearance. “Didn’t interrupt anything, did I?”
“Only everything,” I half-heartedly joke, gripping the edge of the cart and pulling it inside the room.
She shrugs, pushing it the rest of the way in. “Guess I wouldn’t be a good little sister if I didn’t. But on a serious note, she’s freaking gorgeous. And polite too.”
I nod, checking the cart to make sure everything is there. “Unimaginably so.”
“Was it worth it?”
My brows tic together. “The wait?”
“And all this planning.”
I answer with no hesitation. “Without a doubt.”
I knew I wanted Olivia the first time I saw her, but I’m also not a selfish prick. She was a freshly divorced mom, and from the conversations I overheard between her and her friends, she needed time. So, I waited.
Last year, during Lyn’s final lesson, I knew it’d pretty much be the last chance I got. My plan then was to ask her out for dinner. Use the day as an excuse for celebrating Lyn completing all her lessons.
But then I saw the bee. The one fucking insect Olivia is allergic to.
It felt like an omen, like a warning that if I made the move right then, it wouldn’t work in my favor. Still, I chalked it up to a coincidence.
That lasted about all of two seconds because the damn thing flew right on her knee and ended us up in urgent care.
Three or four times in the car ride back, I thought of going through with it, but the timing just never seemed right, and with how objective I knew Olivia was with younger men, I couldn’t force it.
So when my mom mentioned needing to do something special to combat the spring downtime from people traveling over spring break, the idea bloomed. A Mother’s Day special.
One I could advertise all over town. One I could mail out pamphlets for. One I could tell her neighbors and friends about to make sure she heard about it.
And she did. Not a week after it was announced, she booked.
It was as though our stars were finally aligning.
Wanda was the one who told her about Carnations.
Molly made sure to tell Olivia to bring Lyn to the opening of the pool.
Gennie reminded her about the laptop needing work and knew to ask me to do it once I showed up.
