Present

"Any questions, Muriel?" Denise asks me as I adjust my glasses on the bridge of my nose. I lift my eyes from the fifteen-page document before me and shake my head, 'no'.

"Honestly, you don't have to sign it if you don't want to," Ollie grumbles from the pearl-colored armchair as an extremely beautiful black woman cuts his hair. Yes, he's getting a haircut...In his hotel suite. And I'm signing a Non-Disclosure Agreement sitting cross-legged on the fluffy King size bed. Since the plane landed a few hours ago it's been a whirlwind, to say the least.

"Ollie, jeez. It's not even that big of a deal." I say returning my eyes back to where I had left off on the document. Of course, I'm reading the entire thing, multiple times. It's not that I don't trust Ollie or Denise but I don't like signing official documents, it gives me anxiety. However, reading the Agreement through once already, it seems fairly straight forward. 

Numer One: I can not share any details about Ollie with any third parties. His address, phone number, personal information, etc. That one is a no-brainer to me. Number Two: I can not reference Ollie or any details of his professional and personal life. Again, another easy stipulation. Number Three: I can not use Ollie in any way to promote myself. Number Four: I can not sell or make a profit on anything Ollie gifts, donates, or lends to me. And Number Five: I can not share any information about Ollie or the relationship on social media or to any third party.

Denise buzzes around in the hotel suite, checking on my progress and inquiring if I have any questions about the agreement and also attends to Ollie and keeps a constant check on the strict schedule he has for tonight at the Leonardo Christie Fashion Show.

"It is a big deal. Muriel would never say anything even without the agreement." He argues from his place on the chair across the room. My lips twitch wanting to smile, but I force them into a line trying to keep my focus on the important words in front of me. 

"Oliver, you pay me to take care of you. For the love of God, do not make this job harder than it needs to be. As for Muriel, once she signs it I will be happy to offer her any advice or assistance I can. Honestly, you lot should have included me in this relationship from the beginning."

Chewing on the inside of my cheek I remain quiet and tuck the following hair behind my ear as I finish dissecting the document for a second time and flick the little sticky tab she has highlighting the section I need to initial and sign. 

We haven't spoke about what type of relationship this is. We haven't kissed even since before I took off for Cornwall.

"Yeah, yeah." Ollie grumbles and the woman cutting his hair begins to clean up his shoulders and her work area.

"The more yapping of your gob the more late you'll be. Now go. Quickly, please." She demands pointing to the open door of the large en suite bathroom nearby. 

"Christ. Are you my boss? Or am I your boss? You make it hard to remember sometimes." He adds with a devilish smile, that does certain things to my certain areas.

Folding my lips together I intently gaze back to the document and quickly initial, sign, and date.

Ollie slips into the bathroom and shuts the door while I hand over the document and fiddle nervously with my fingers.

"Any questions, Muriel?" Denise asks flipping through the pages and checks the last where I've signed.

"No, I don't think so." 

"Brilliant, now. Would you like me to order you some food? I'm sure you're hungry after these last eventful twenty-four hours?" I see the hidden connotation behind her eyes, so I quickly shake my 'no'. Although, I am hungry. I don't want to cause anyone any more trouble, so I intend on staying in this hotel room and being good and quiet until I get back on her good graces. I'm sure she regards me as a big inconvenience and a trouble maker for Ollie.

Which is slightly ironic considering Ollie is the trouble maker, not me.

"If you change your mind, you have my cell number. You can call or text any time twenty-four seven. If you decide to leave tonight, which I don't see the reason you would, let me know and I can help you with a driver." The beautiful woman excuses herself and leaves the hotel room after a quick thanks from Denise. 

"I'm good, thank you. I'm tired so I'll be staying in."

"You're permitted to go out, Muriel. I don't want you to think you have to stay here while Ollie works tonight."

"It's fine, really. I'm exhausted after yesterday. Thank you." I say, glancing over to the bathroom door as Ollie comes out in only his boxers. Oh, don't stare.

My eyes immediately take a dive and within a millisecond I've noted all the toned abs, defined chest, and the breath-stealing V slightly hidden by the waistband of his boxers. 

"I'm hungry-." Ollie says taking the offer he must have heard moments earlier.

"You are to starve, Mr. Thomas. They are serving food there and I will not allow your stomach to be the cause of you being late."

Ollie groans dramatically and flops next to me on the bed, giving me a little wink out of the corner of his eye, and now a full view of his back and boxer-clad rear end.

"You being late to every event doesn't only reflect poorly on you, Laddie. It is my job to keep you on schedule and it's though you enjoy making me work my arse off for you." Denise jabbers unzipping the garment bag hung in the closet and badgers Ollie. Ollie on the other hand chuckles and gives my thigh a playful squeeze. "And not to mention your hand looks like absolute shite."

"Ollie." I scold him quietly and shove his hand away while Denise continues.

"I want to play." He grins running his knuckles up my thigh. I jump up from the bed and take a seat in the chair he had been in for his hair cut and give him a glare. He sighs loudly, interrupting Denise's motherly rant, and rolls onto his back. Again my eyes get the better of me and glance to the exposed parts of him.

"My hand is fine." He says holding it in the air and turning it back and forth to study the bruised and swollen knuckles. 

"If Mr. Reynolds does move forward with charges the press will have a field day-."

"Let him, he knows I'd drag his name through the dirt. He's smart and knows how badly it'll look when the media finds out he spoke to his ex with complete disrespect. I merely, was defending a lady's honor." He grins to himself, obviously still pleased with his decision to throw the two punches.

I hate altercations and I hate physical altercations even more. They make me feel nausceaus and freak me out. I hated seeing the short scuffle between Ollie and Jeremy and although Jeremy probably deserved it, I still hated seeing it.

"Just keep your hand in your pocket as much as possible. If anyone asks, for God's sake, do not say you got in a fight." Denise practically begs him to which he chuckles thoroughly humored by all of this.

"Ollie, just listen to her." I interject.

"Thank you, Muriel. Now, up we get!" She claps her hands loudly and begins to hand over the white dress shirt so Ollie can get dressed. "I will get you to the event on time, even if it kills me."

Ollie: I'll bring you some take-away once the show is over.

Me: Okay, thank you.

O: You're welcome, as long as you don't run off on me again, that is.

M: I won't. Promise.

I wander around the large hotel suite unable to sit still and wait patiently for ten o'clock to arrive. The show ends at ten tonight, and Ollie is skipping the after-party and coming straight back to the hotel after he picks up some take-out for me. 

I have four and half hours to try to not go insane with my thoughts and to also avoid the urge to check what is going on on social media. Essentially, if I don't find something to do soon I'm afraid of what my overactive imagination will start to conjure up.

I am not a big television person, so I don't even bother with turning it on. For about five minutes I gaze out to the beautiful view from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the suite and watching the blinking lights of the darkening Italian streets below. Milan is gorgeous, so for a moment I'm mesmerized. 

However, my thoughts soon work against me.

"I'm going to go crazy in here." I sigh and run my hands through my tangled hair. I haven't brushed my hair in over twenty-four hours. And with a quick sniff of my shirt, I realize I'm bordering on gross.

At least a shower will take up some time.

Turning on my bare heel I pad over to the mirrored closet and open it, removing my suitcase Ollie placed inside and unzip it. I set my toiletry bag aside and begin digging through my clothes, slowly lifting a beige bra with straps that are severely stretched out.

"Uh oh..." I ponder twisting my favorite bra around, not realizing it was in such bad condition. 

I must have something better.

Digging with haste I move my clothes around and dig out another bra, this one plain and I know Ollie has already seen it. "Oh my gosh." My stomach plummets realizing I was going to be staying in a hotel room alone with Ollie tonight and the only underwear I have is an old worn grandma bra and one a prepubescent teen would own.

Am I seriously searching for sexy-time underwear? I totally am. Shit!

I fall to my rear and look at the two different bras in my lifted hands and start to freak out. 

For one, I'm coming to the realization of what I know will happen tonight when he gets back. Two, I want it to happen when he gets back. And three, I have nothing to freaking wear!

The bras drop back to the suitcase and I begin to chew on my thumbnail trying to think of another option. The bra I'm currently wearing needs to be washed, as do the clothes I'm in.

I've put this poor guy through some serious trouble and I will not try to jump his bones dressed in old worn-out underwear, no matter how comfortable I find them. Particularly, because he is currently at a fashion show.

My eyes widen when I haven't a clue what kind of fashion show it is... 

"No- nope. Stop it. Don't even go there." I tell myself and stand from my spot on the floor and go straight into the bathroom and start the shower with a hard flick of my hand. The multi-head marble and glass shower starts and I begin undressing.

This is Milan, Italy. I know for a fact there's plenty of lingerie boutiques all over the place here. I'll get something really cute- no not cute. Something sexy.

I know Denise had wished for me to tell her if and when I left the hotel, but I was only going to be gone for about an hour. However, once I gathered the courage to enter the brightly lit boutique on the main street I momentarily wished I had told someone where I was. Because this place is mortifying.

The small shop is decorated beautifully with large hanging clear spheres hanging from the ceilings for light while the furniture is decorated with tufted creme and white fabric. The walls are also a bright white leaving the garments the splashes of color and centerpieces of the shop.  

"Buona Sera signora, come posso aiutarla?" A woman around my age greets me as I tentatively step inside trying to hide the horror from my face.

"Umm, hi." My voice comes out as a peep and I can't help but stare at a black strappy matching set on a mannequin that doesn't cover any private parts. 

Maybe this isn't a good idea.

"Do not be frightened, my name is Pheobe. Is this perhaps your first time shopping for lingerie?" Pheobe is a fellow redhead, however, her's is a vibrant auburn color that looks beautiful with her olive skin tone. It's curled in large bouncy waves and her figure is amazing underneath the black pantsuit she's wearing. I can't help but think she's probably a professional at wearing this sort of thing.

"Am I that obvious?" I ask thankful her English is incredibly good. Because my Italian is awful. I am fluent in Spanish so some of the words I can easily pick up, but I chose French instead of Italian in school.

"The wide-eyed deer in headlights look really gave you away." She mimics a face of terror and I can't help but giggle, knowing I indeed probably looked exactly like that. "I am happy to be your first! I mean- not like that!" She gasps and covers her mouth, causing me to laugh again and my nerves slowly relax.

"I know what you mean," I say and let my eyes wander again. Noticing even more eye-popping pieces. Maybe, I took large of a step. "Everything is beautiful in here, but to be honest I'm rather intimidated by everything."

"What, may I ask, are you looking for?" She asks as my eyes start focusing on the less revealing pieces sprinkled throughout the shop.

"Uhh," I begin to clam up not really sure how to answer that.

"No, I mean, is this for only aesthetic or functionality?"

I suck on my lip and nod, coming to realize what she had meant. "My current underthings are in desperate need of an upgrade."

"Si. Do you know what you like?"

She notices my apprehension and gives me a pretty smile, "Do you prefer padded cups? No pads? Push-ups?" She turns and gestures for me to follow and grabs a tape measure from behind the white counter and unravels it.

"I'm not sure. I honestly would try something on based on if it looked comfortable. If it was, then I'd buy it."

"Gesu Cristo." She mutters as if I've actually done a sin in her eyes. "I'm going to take your measurements and pull you some beautiful pieces."

Ollie: Muriel, where are you?

My eyes widen as I quickly check my phone from insides the dressing room while wearing a pink lace bra. Uh oh.

O: Denise said you aren't in the hotel room.

O: I swear to God if you've run off again.

I frantically type out a quick message.

M: Hi Sorry!

M: Yes, I'm out. I'm....Shopping.

I look up from my screen and glance at the bra I'm wearing unsure if I should even explain what I was doing. If he knows I'm underwear shopping then he's going to know what I want to happen tonight. 

O: Shopping? What the bloody hell for?

"Crap." I whisper.

"What is it, Muriel?" Pheobe asks from outside the curtain. "Do you not like it?"

"Uhh," I chew on my lip and start pacing around the small changing room. "It's my...Friend? Guy friend? He's asking what I'm shopping for and I don't really know what to say."

Pheobe giggles on the other side of the curtain, "Snap him a sexy photo. I can do it for you if you want?"

"Oh my Gosh, no." I gasp and then for a split second consider it. "No! No, that is completely inappropriate." 

Pheobe laughs again then speaks, "Be flirtatious, Muriel. Men like to be teased."

"You saw my bra. I am anything but flirtatious."

"Are you decent? I'm coming in." 

"Yes."

Pheobe draws the curtain back and steps inside, studying the pink bra. "Well, Miss. I say less bows and polka-dots and more mesh and lace. Do you want to be naughty or nice tonight?"

"I'm awkward. I can't be sexy or naughty."

"Of course not, how do you expect to be anything in this- no offense." She lifts my bra from the beige tufted ottoman with a finger. "It's not about what your partner thinks of it, but whether or not if you feel sexy and confident in it. You keep favoring the pink sets or the ones that cover the most skin, which is fine but may I make a recommendation?"

"I'm afraid of your recommendations," I say recalling a bra she had showed me with cut-outs for the cups.

"I'll keep it rated 'Muriel'. Secrets and sexy with a bit of sass."

I chuckle and nod, then return my attention back to my phone.

M: Uh, well I can't tell you that. It's a surprise. 🥰

O: Emoji's are new for you. 🤯 Give me a clue what the surprise is.

Giggling again, I leave him on read just to make him squirm a little.

Pheobe returns with a top and bottom set on a soft velvet hanger and my first reaction in seeing the completely mesh fabric is to laugh. "I know, I know. It's see-through. But I promise when you put it on you'll feel sensuous."

"This isn't anything I'd ever wear-"

"Yes, I know. But you need to break out of your comfort zone. Bows and polka-dots are fine and you've got a couple of beautiful ones there, but sometimes if you stick to what makes you feel comfortable you miss out on all the better options that are out there." She points to the neat pile I've made on the ottoman for the ones I am going to purchase. "Buy this one. Let it sit in your wardrobe for a while, and give it a try. I promise you will love it."

"Fine, I'll buy it." I say and immediately begin plotting a plan on how to hide it in my suitcase without anyone ever finding it.

"Meravigliosa!" Pheobe claps and goes to the ottoman to gather up the others I've chosen.

I've never showered so quickly in my life. Somehow I even get through the shower without cutting myself with my shaver and jump out. Using the hairdryer I flip my head over and begin drying my frizzing hair doing my best to straighten it with only the blow dryer I found beneath the sink and my hairbrush. I have thirty minutes before Ollie is to return and currently I look like a damp dog.

I avoided the thoughts of what I wanted to happen tonight and instead focused only on my appearance knowing if I were to start to think about it I'd inevitably start to spiral. 

"We've done it already," I tell my reflection of frizzy hair and give myself a glare. "It's fine. The tip went in. The deed has been done."

The tip doesn't count you idiot!

"It does count. There is no reason to be a nervous wreck." I say knowing I'm buzzing with anxiety. 

The only thing that has changed in the last twenty-four hours is I've come to terms with being more than friends with Ollie. The more I fought it the more mess I was making and the more miserable I was, along with Ollie. Fighting what seems like the inevitable wasn't worth the stress I was causing.

Glancing at my phone on the marble counter before me I consider calling Gemma. In hindsight, she gave good advice when I'd called her at nineteen before Jeremy and I had sex, and now her honest insight and words of encouragement would make me feel so much better.

Although, the agreement I'd signed not five hours ago kept me from doing so.

I don't need my big sister. I'm twenty-five years old. Don't be a baby.

Finishing my hair, I've managed to get rid of the frizz and it's relatively straight. Looking through my toiletry bag I consider plastering the makeup on. The more of it, the less of a chance Ollie will see how red I turn when I inevitably get embarrassed. But, I don't want to look like someone I'm not.

I decide with just a light coat of mascara and place my glasses back to my face while I continue getting ready.

The matching sets are laid out on the bed for me to look over. The pink lace top and bottom, a light blue one with small details of multicolored flowers,  a white one with purple and pink polka dots, a plain black one, and the last mesh one with the ivory ribbing along the borders. 

Clutching the soft towel to my chest I scan over them trying to decide what to do. 

Which one would Ollie like?

"Just pick one," I grumble and tap my phone held tight in my hand and see I have fifteen minutes to figure it out. "Try it on, then move on and pick something else," I say to myself and quickly snatch the mesh one and drop the towel. 

Stepping into the panties, I shimmy them up to my hips by the ivory straps, then put the bra on and clip the back. Looking down at myself my nipples harden instantly both from the cool room and the sight of the see-through fabric chafing against my sensitive skin. "Oh, no, no, no." I laugh and quickly pad into the bathroom to see how ridiculous I look.

In the mirror, my cheeks are a bright rosy red and my neck is following suit. Nothing is hidden or covered but instead enhanced. I do feel...Sexy in this. But I don't know if I could ever wear this in front of someone. Let alone, someone I have feelings for-.

"'Ello! I'm ready for the surprise!" Ollie calls as the sound of the door opens.

Oh my fuck! It's only been a couple of minutes! How is he here early?!

"I'm having the food brought here, I wanted to rush back to be sure you didn't run away on me and to see this surprise." He answers. I hear the door close and lock so I quickly rush to the bathroom door and slam it shut.

"Murry you in here- What the hell are these?!" He gasps loudly.

Oh my God, all the underwear is sprawled out on the bed still.

My hands cover my face as the heat radiates off of it. "Bloody hell, now this is a surprise." He laughs to himself as I'm horrified behind the bathroom door. "Do I get to choose? Hmm." I hear him and the smile filling his deep voice. "I reckon I'm going to need to see you in each one before I decide. However, I am partial to the polka dots for some reason."

"Murry? You alright?" His voice is now on the other side of the door.

"Why are you here? You said ten-thirty. And it's not ten-thirty." I don't mean to come off angry, but my voice is clipped and shaky and I'm now afraid of him seeing me dressed- no, basically naked in this outfit.  I clear my throat and inhale a breath, "Sorry. I-I am, I mean... I thought I had more time." I say with my back pressed against the door.

"More time to what? OH! You're not dressed. Right, umm what do you want me to grab something for you?" His footsteps bring him away from the door. I hear him chuckling quietly so my head falls back against the door. This surprise is totally ruined the one time he's early to something.

"My pajamas. In the suitcase." I exhale a silent sigh and let my eyes close. I'm forever going to be a spinelss child.

"I've got them here." His voice says after a few slow minutes. I crack the door open and his hand pokes through the crack with some of my comfortable pajamas. I take them while he leaves me to the bathroom and his footsteps bring him back further into the bedroom. "I ordered Indian food, I wasn't sure what you'd be in the mood for so I went with what I wanted." 

My lips curve into a grin thinking about him and his neverending pit of a stomach and lean back against the door listening to him continue the onesided conversation with ease on the otherside of the door. "Bit selfish, yes. But I'm a spoiled arsehole and the food at the show was absolute shit."

Walking from the door I go to the sink again and look at my reflection again. My stomach warms and flutters and the space between joins in. I've been craving his attention since the second he left for Italy and I nearly messed it up because I was too afraid of what I actually wanted and the meaning of it.

I can't remember anytime in my life where I felt so afraid and excited all at once. The mix was devastatingly amazing.

Just go out there. He's not going to deny me. Right?

Before I start thinking of him rejecting me I set my pajamas down and fold my glasses on top of them and cross the bathroom then open the door.

"-If the food wasn't so shitty I might have actually fallen asleep. Honestly, I really don't see the entertainment in watching people walk in straight lines then turn around and come back-." When his eyes lift he stops frozen in place as he is removing his second dress shoe and mouth open.

I stand in the bathroom archway my heart beating a mile a minute watching him watch me. So, I speak in a confident voice that hardly comes across as bold, "I'm sorry you didn't have a good time."

Ollie drops the shoe with a loud thunk to the floor and his eyes roam everywhere all over me, then he leans back into the chair still silent. 

My throat is so dry it tickles and I feel my skin pebble and brush against the mesh fabric of the panties and bralette I'm wearing. The urge to cross my arms over myself is there and my hands clench wanting to fidget with something, so I fold my arms back behind my back and let my fingers squirm and tangle together out of sight.

"Sorry, what? A good time with what?" He asks finally blinking and bringing his dark eyes to meet mine.

My tongue curls inside my mouth seeing him for once nearly speechless. However, I can't help but smile and tease him a little more, "You said you didn't have a good time at the show." My reminder of what he only was talking about seconds ago causes him to smirk and give me one of his handsome crooked grins.

"Did I?" Again his eyes drop down the front of me lingering on my breasts, "Funny. I wonder why I suddenly forgot."

"I wonder?" I repeat and then walk over slowly knowing all my naughty bits are on display. Although, with my heart going a mile a minute I actually feel confident for the first time in the sexuality department. And based on his dilated eyes and flexing jaw, I feel the confidence inside begin to flower.

"Are you toying with me, Muriel?" He counters when I reach the chair he's siting in. His tone is playful and husky.

"No." I gulp against the dryness in my throat and do try my best at 'toying' with him, "You really think I know how to toy with people?" I wish I sounded more sultry as I say it, so to aid my intentions I climb into his lap and smirk nervously.

"Fuck," He exhales and doesn't hide the fact he's staring at my chest nearly in his face, "I'm quite aware you are not as innocent as you want people to think. It is as they say 'the quiet ones you have to look out for'."

I chew on my lower lip, unsure what to say and then my heart skips a beat when Ollie's thumb dips into my mouth and pulls my lip back out, "Everything you've ever done has always teased me. Even if you mean it to be innocent." My lip snaps back to place and his hand drops to the side of my neck. 

He hardens under my weight on his lap and my stomach turns into a mess of heated butterflies. "I've always wanted you, Murry. And that includes everyday for the last five years we've been apart."

"I missed you, a lot." 

"I know. It was hard enough being only friends with you. I couldn't do it. I didn't want to see you and Jeremy together. It was selfish of me to close you out but you needed to be on your own and I needed it as well. If we stayed close I would have ruined the friendship by doing or saying something in response to being jealous."

"Why didn't you tell me that night when I called you?" I can't help but ask. I know I can't be upset with him over it, because it was unfair of me. But if he'd only been honest with me years ago so much would have been different.

It's clear he knows exactly what I'm talking about, because he's brought it up already when we were in Cornwall.

"I couldn't. I couldn't ask you not to do it when I had already been doing it."

I fold my lips together and force myself to say what I'm thinking, "If you'd told me or even asked me not to I wouldn't have done it."

"I know, but I didn't have any right to say that and you had every right to do it. You weren't mine you were his."

"Ollie, I called you for a reason that night. I wanted you to say something. I know that's unfair of me and at the time I don't think I knew what it was exactly, but now I know."

His lips twitch into a smile and his hands pull me flush to him. "Better late than never, Murry." He begins to roll my hips back and forth causing the best type of friction between my legs against the erection in his pants.

"You're timing is awful." I say between the growing breathes. 

"You know I'm always late. It's what makes me so charming." He smirks and palms both of my breasts while my hips continue grinding against him. His hands on me and the rubbing between my thighs has me breathless and trying to hide the whimpers. "Yes, baby, that's it." He coaxes then pulls the straps of the bralette down so my breasts are completely exposed to him.

"Should we move away from the window?" I pant looking out of the window at the lit street's below.

"Don't worry, these windows don't allow for voyeurs. Besides, I want to dirty you up, Murry."

Knock, Knock, Knock

"Oh bloody hell!" Ollie curses and I start to panic afraid Denise is about to walk in on me practically naked straddling Ollie in this chair.

"Delivery!" A young man's voice calls outside the door.

"Leave it out in the hall! I'm busy!" Ollie yells and I relax knowing the person can't open the door. 

"Ollie, we should get the food-." My chin is brought back around and my lips collide with his. 

Kissing Ollie causes my body to work on it's own and my mind to shut off. Even if I wanted to try to think of something, I simply can't. All thoughts and words go right out the window, especially when he kisses me like this. Hard and slow.

"Erm, Muriel-." He says between kisses while my hands undue his belt and work quickly on the button of his dress pants.

"Hmm?"

"C-condom? Yeah?"

Shaking my head, I dip my tongue into his mouth and pull the zipper down then reach in and pull him out. "Hold on, there was miscommunication last time-." He says pulling his lips away.

"I don't want a condom. I want to feel all of you." I admit, and I'm momentarily stunned by my forwardness but don't linger on it when the ache between my thighs pulses quickly. 

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Ollie. Stop talking so much-"

"I know, I know, but I mean, are you sure you want to have sex? I mean, I don't want you to feel pressured after you signed the NDA-."

I stop him by kissing him again, then stroke him with my hand. My lips leave his mouth and suck and nibble along his sharp jawline and down the side of his neck.

He stands from the chair and my legs lock behind his back and he goes to the bed. My back finds the cool sheets and he nestles between my legs while his hands squeeze my breasts again, then hook into the straps of the panties high on my hips. My fingers make quick of the buttons down the front of his dress shirt and when he pulls the underwear from my legs he returns to me removing his shirt and shoving his boxers down to his knees. 

Instead of pushing himself inside, like I want him to, he leans up on an elbow then takes his time with the bralette clasp on under me that's slid down my torso and gives me a handsome smile. I can't help myself when my hips continue rolling back and forth against him, and he smirks when he succeeds in removing the top. 

"Okay, hurry up." I say impatient and aching.

"I want you to say you want me to fuck you." He taunts me with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"I'm not saying that-"

"C'mon, I want to hear it." He pleads and rubs himself at my entrance, the tantalizing circles has my insides pulsing and aching. 

"Fuck me, please." I breathe out, and gasp when he finally gives it to me.

He gently pushes himself inside me, the pinching of stretching momentarily causes me to whince but the satisfying fullness of him completely inside me takes over. We both moan loudly and all I can do is hang onto whatever I can reach, be it the sheets or Ollie himself. 

This is what it is supposed to feel like. Wild and untamed. Messy and perfect. Whatever my body does, I don't feel any shame in it. And what ever my mouth says Ollie reacts to it only driving into me harder and faster. We're both loud, but neither of us care. It's like the sound of each other drives us even more mad. Finding my release comes out of no where and Ollie comes when I'm writhing beneath him. He spills into me then rolls off, his breathing labored and skin shining from sweat.

I close my thighs quickly when I feel it start to leak from me, but a lazy smile pulls at my lips and I look over at him, "I have to shower."

"Me too." He pants gazing at the ceiling as if he's a million miles away.

"I want to go again in the shower."

His gaze snaps over and his wild eyes grow dark again. "Let's go."

Holy-Long-Chapter

I hope everyone is okay with that! 

Okay, thoughts on their first time?! tell me everything! I want to hear!

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