Inspired by Night: - a sexy new age romance (32 page)

Suddenly I felt a bubble of laughter rise inside me and my shoulders started shaking as I tried to suppress it but the giggle burst forth loudly. I sensed him rise up and sit back on his feet.

‘What are you laughing at?’

I collapsed onto my stomach and rolled over to look at him, ‘Nothing, I’m sorry, please carry on.’ I placed my legs either side of him.

‘Are you laughing at me? Am I doing something wrong?’ He looked uncertain, I’d never seen Steven look unsure of himself.

‘No, it was just something popped into my head, it was silly, please forget it.’

He leant over me again his lips pressing against me, his tongue flickering across my clitoris. A bubble of laughter threatened again and my stomach tensed.

‘Seriously, Ols, what’s so funny?’

‘It’s really juvenile,’ I protested.

‘Well you do like to remind me how young I am, so I’ll probably find it hilarious.’ He was getting irritated and I felt bad. This was not going as I had expected.

‘I’m sorry, OK? I just found myself picturing the look on your face if I’d farted while you were down there.’ I cringed as I said it, ‘I mean obviously I wouldn’t cos I don’t do that sort of thing,’ I smiled innocently.

Steven stared at me as he digested my words, I held my breath waiting for him to respond, when suddenly a laugh snorted out of his nose and he fell forward giggling, his shoulders heaving with mirth.

‘So you do find it funny?’ I giggled.

‘Yes, but only once I pictured your face if I did it to you.’

‘You wouldn’t dare do it to me.’ I said, my mouth wide in surprise.

‘Wouldn’t I?’

‘Not when I’ve got your most prized possession between my teeth, no!’ I smiled smugly.

We gazed at each other, little smiles betraying our effort to stop laughing.
Is there anything in the world funnier than farting?
Finally I nodded towards my lower body and raised my eyebrow. He smiled, shaking his head and slowly moved down my body, trailing kisses past my belly button, my stomach convulsed with laughter again and he sat up.

‘OK we’re done here.’ He lay down next to me and threw his arm across his face. I couldn’t tell if he was still amused or pissed off. Either way I wasn’t done yet. I climbed across him, straddling him and locking my lips to his, he moved his arm away from his eyes to look at me with interest, perhaps he hadn’t expected me to take the lead. I lifted my body up and positioned myself above him and sank onto him.
Fuck!
I held myself still allowing my body to accommodate him before I started moving. It was different, directing the pace, I lifted myself almost fully off him and lowered myself slowly down his full length, I experimented and tried it fast and full, he watched me with interest as my hands cupped my own breasts, my thumbs circling around my nipples, squeezing them as I built up a rhythm, my orgasm starting to build up. I could see him getting frustrated as his hands grabbed at my hips to try and set the pace.

He pushed me off him onto the bed and positioned himself behind me. I gasped as he slammed into me, stretching and filling me. He pulled slowly out of me until he was almost free then slammed into me once more. I cried out. Again he repeated his slow torture until gradually he picked up speed. His hands holding my hips, pulling me towards him as he thrust into me. He reached across me, his arm wrapping itself around to caress my breasts as his rhythm picked up pace. I felt his fingers pinching my nipples as ripples of electricity coursed through my body, the familiar pool of desire building up as he hammered away at his own orgasm, I felt the need to pee again and tensed my muscles, he slammed into me one last time holding himself deep inside me as he cried out, his orgasm rushing out of him. He pulled me backwards into a kneeling position sat on his knees and held me tight, kissing my shoulder and massaging my breasts. I let my head fall back onto his shoulder and laughed quietly.
Should I tell him I’m not done yet?
I listened to the sound of our panting breaths as they gradually returned to normal before I raised myself off him and rolled onto my side facing him. He smiled down at me tenderly.

‘Does it hurt?’

I nodded. He closed his eyes, guilt filling his face.

‘It’s been a while, it’s a good hurt.’ I explained, his face relaxed.

‘I asked Rose to run me a bath. I thought it might help, I wasn’t expecting us to do this again so soon.’ He smiled down at me.

‘Well, you will climb into my bed mostly naked.’ I shrugged. No matter how my body felt after my re-deflowering, there was no stopping arousal when it hit and the desire to satisfy that itch.

Steven handed me my cup of tea and pulled on his shorts. I felt a stab of disappointment that he was preparing to get up, I wanted to stay there all day, cocooned in this beautiful room. I sipped my tea as I watched him, admiring the view. His arms and back looked strong, though slim, his muscles were evident beneath his smooth skin. Seeing him in the office every day was distracting enough already, what would it be like now that I know what is under his clothes?

He found his jeans and pushed his arms through his shirt. He had retrieved a bathrobe from his room and swung it around my shoulders. I pushed my arms into the sleeves and took his hands as he pulled me off the bed. My legs wobbled. The muscles were trembling after the exertion. I took a step forward and stopped. Steven steadied me, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

‘Did I make you weak at the knees?’

I smacked him lightly on the arm, ‘No, it’s just my ageing limbs aren’t as flexible as they used to be.’ My muscles ached and my body felt stiff.

He lead me to the door, opening it and popped his head out, checking for signs of life before pulling me across the hall to his bedroom, ‘Perimeter’s clear,’ he whispered.

‘Copy that,’ I glanced around as we passed through the door. The room was the same size as mine but an additional door at the end revealed an en-suite bathroom. Steam from the freshly drawn bath filled the room. Steven held my hand as I stepped into the bath.

I felt my muscles relax and loosen as the warmth of the water spread through me. I closed my eyes and sighed. I heard the bathroom door close and the lock click and opened my eyes.

‘Scoot forward,’ he instructed as he climbed in behind me, squeezing his legs either side of me and pulling me back to lean against his chest.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of his arms around me. The warm water relaxed my muscles and soothed my aches. I felt tired but content.

‘Well I didn’t imagine Christmas with your family to turn out like this.’ I sighed happily.

Steven squeezed me, kissing my temple.

‘No, me neither. I wish I’d brought you here months ago,’ he teased. My mouth fell open in surprise.

‘You don’t really think that?’ I asked, concern evident on my face as I pushed myself away from him and turned to meet his gaze. He shook his head smiling.

‘I know you don’t care about any of that stuff, Olivia. Truth is, I realised on Friday night that you had moved on, the guy on the dance-floor, Chris calling you from America, I was jealous. I hoped bringing you here would make you think about me again, see me in a different way, not just as your employee. Then I was planning to start asking you out for dinner until you eventually gave in. Then I was going to woo the fuck out of you till you fell into my arms.’
Woo?

Steven leant forward and kissed me, his mouth covering mine as our tongues danced slowly, his hands held my face gently as he kissed the tip of my nose, his eyes meeting mine, full of love and passion.

I couldn’t wait to get home, suddenly, the thought of being alone with Steven with nobody watching us was everything I wanted. I was excited about us going out on a date and being able to hang out together, finally secure in our feelings for each other and our freedom to be together.

I threw my belongings into my case and carried it downstairs to the hall. Steven’s bag was already waiting by the side door and I stood mine next to it, smiling at the realisation he was as eager to get home as I was, I guessed for the same reason.

The whole family were sat around the table which, as before, was filled with hot plates of bacon, sausages, toast, scrambled egg, mushrooms, beans, jugs of orange juice, and pots of tea and coffee. Steven pulled out the chair next to him as I made my way around the table, brushing my fingers across his shoulder as I passed him. He grinned at me as I sat down, like we were sharing a secret. I noticed the family were a lot less formally dressed than they had been the previous two days. I finally felt like I fitted in.

‘Ah, finally on our last day I’ve got the right clothes with me.’ I laughed.

‘Olivia, did you sleep well?’ Mrs Teller asked. I glanced up at Steven who was smiling to himself but avoiding my eye.

‘Like a baby.’ I grinned, helping myself to some toast, ‘I had such a nice time yesterday, thank you for letting me gate crash your Christmas.’

Mrs Teller waved her hand dismissively.

‘Nonsense, it’s been a pleasure to have you here. What time are you heading off?’ She asked turning to Steven.

‘After breakfast, I think. I want to be back before it gets dark.’ I felt Steven’s hand on my thigh and smiled.

‘Well I hope you’ll visit us again soon, Olivia.’ Mr Teller smiled kindly at me, ‘and if not soon then at least the next formal occasion.’

I raised my eyebrows questioningly, waiting for an explanation.

‘I’ll email you our social diary.’ Steven promised.

I still had a lot to learn about his family and the expectations of the household. I found it exciting to think about formal parties and events though, having no family and no social life to speak of, I found the idea suddenly appealed to me.

The air was frosty and the ground was slippery with patches of ice. Steven held my arm to steady me as we crossed the courtyard to the car. The engine was already running and the heaters had warmed the car up. I shivered momentarily as the warmth hit me but quickly felt myself relax.

‘Where are you taking me for dinner?’ I asked, my mind quickly leaving the house and turning to home, ‘is there a dress code I should be aware of?’ I asked sternly.

‘I thought we could go to Callum’s,’ he replied, ‘should be able to get a table regardless of whether it’s booked up.’

I nodded. I had liked Callum and I wanted to thank him for our Christmas party.

‘We’ve done this in the wrong order, haven’t we?’ Steven glanced at me, waiting for my explanation, ‘first you take me home to meet your parents, then we have sex, and finally we’re going on our first date.’

He laughed.

‘Do you remember what you said to me before you fell asleep last night?’ He asked suddenly. I shook my head frowning. I barely remembered anything other than the strange second orgasm, ‘you said you’d realised I was The One.’ He smiled. My eyes widened and my face flushed with heat.

‘Oh, so we’re on the same page then?’ I asked. He nodded laughing.

‘So I guess it doesn’t matter what order we did it in. I mean dating just helps us work out if we want to have sex right? And I already knew that, I’ve been imagining it for months.’

‘Are you imagining it now?’ I asked quietly, I looked up at him, a hint of a smile on my lips as he glanced down at me. He slowed the car down and let it roll to a stop. We’d only been driving for five minutes and were still on the driveway of the manor, hidden from view of the house and the road by the orchard. Steven switched off the engine and turned to face me, reaching out to touch my face, he smiled.

‘You should know that, as a man, I think about sex on an hourly basis and while I intend to lose entire evenings, mornings, and afternoons making love to you, I also think a lot about just fucking you quick and hard, usually at work on your desk. So yes, I am imagining it now. I’m thinking about pulling you onto my knee and fucking you quickly so that I can concentrate on driving us home.’

I felt the familiar surge of desire rush through me and pool on the floor of my pelvis. I squirmed in my seat. Holding his gaze I saw the sparkle in his eye. Did he actually want me to fuck him in the car? Excitement and arousal coursed through me. Holding his gaze I braced myself against the back of the seat, lifting myself up, and quickly undid my jeans, pulling them down over my hips and right down to my knees. His eyes widened as he watched me, a smile starting to spread slowly across his face. He copied my movement, sighing with relief as his erection sprung free from his jeans. He unclipped our seat belts and reached across to me, his hand running up my thigh as we kissed, his fingers skimming my clitoris as he eased my legs apart. His finger found my opening and he smiled as he felt how ready I was for him.

He pushed his seat back as far as it would go and pulled me on to him. I heard the rip of the foil packet and the familiar sound of him rolling on the condom. I wondered if I should go on the pill, I’d have to discuss it with him at some point. I felt him lift me and then I was consumed by the fullness of him sinking himself into me. I cried out – I was still tender from earlier but I soon forgot about that as he started moving inside me. I held onto the steering wheel for support, my feet on the floor allowing me some freedom to move my body up and down his length. It felt different, me directing the pace. He pulled me back against his body, the change of angle forcing him deeper inside me. I gasped as I felt him hammering against my insides, the pressure building up as I felt the familiar wave of sensation rising ready to break and crash. He unzipped my coat and slipped his right hand inside, squeezing my left breast urgently, trying to apply pressure to my nipple, I was close. His left hand held my face, his tongue finding my mouth as he pounded into me faster, harder. The  need to pee returned but I ignored it, instead of trying to suppress it I rode it, relaxing my muscles until I was tipped over the edge, my orgasm exploded with a squeal of laughter and he allowed himself to reach his climax. We both moaned in unison, our breath gradually slowing at the same time. His arms wrapped around me as he kissed my neck, his arms and legs squeezing against me as if wringing out every drop of his juice.