Count On Me

Part Twenty Seven

A/N A short yet quick chapter, I'm too nice, but then I did leave a big cliff hanger. Warning, this chapter contains adult material...FINALLY!!!

Chapter Twenty Seven

Oscar couldn't breathe, this felt like everything he wanted...and more. He also knew that his bubble could burst in an instant. But her lips were like a drug, the kiss intoxicating. He was floating as her arms rose to link around his neck, then she shifted so that she was in his lap, curled into him. His body responded, so aware of her touch, the scent, and those bloody lips causing havoc.

He couldn't remember ever feeling the way he did as he slid his tongue into her mouth, powered over her, pinned her to the sofa. And still her hands touched him, clutched at him, pulled him into her.

He shouldn't be doing this, she was full of grief, had fallen apart in his arms, she was emotionally drained and here he was kissing her. He tried to lift his lips from hers to check, to question her, he didn't want regrets, he wanted this because she wanted it.

"Lizzie," he breathed against her mouth.

She shook her head gently, "don't..."

Her hands clasped either side of his head and pulled his lips back to hers.

A thousand questions entered his head, don't what? But within seconds none of that mattered, all that mattered was kissing her, tangling his tongue with hers. Consuming her. His lips left hers, tasting her skin as he kissed his way to her ear lobe, after a quick nip, he sank his teeth into the base of her neck, enough to thrill, not to hurt. She moaned, a heavenly sound as she writhed, forcing her body deeper against his. Smiling against her neck, he licked her skin, soothing the bite, then kissed the softness of her shoulder.

Lizzie groaned again, her nails sinking into his shoulders, then kicked out her legs so that she was reclined on the sofa, under him. He loved that moment of power of control, that he was in charge, and then she wriggled pushing her pelvis in to his teasing his hardness, and he realised he was just a passenger, his desire for her rendering him useless.

"Are you sure?" he asked against the slope of her breast as a hand slipped under her shirt, finding the warm soft flesh of her tummy. She gasped, and when he lifted his head, met her eyes, she gave a small nod, then closed her eyes. Doubt flashed in his mind, he still wasn't convinced that she wanted the same as him. What do you want? He tried to ask himself, but there was too much going on, too much to process, soft moans, warm skin, pliant lips...he popped open the top button on her shirt, the lace of her black bra suddenly visible, and it killed him , literally. Dropping his head, he ran his tongue over it, just the edge, half skin, half lace. Then she arched up into him, pushing her breast to his face.

With a sigh, he popped another button and her cleavage was there, soft breasts, curved into the sexy lace. They were large, larger than he expected, and it drove him wild. He'd always thought he was a leg man, legs and a cute arse were what turned him on, but as he covered her cleft between those mounds, he honestly felt he could die happy, just there.

Within seconds he'd pushed the shirt right off her, and was mesmerised with the dark nipples peaking through the lace, teasing him. He couldn't reach the clasp behind her, so he pulled the shoulder straps down her arms, she had to drop her arms from around him as he tugged down, peeling the cups from her breasts as he went.

"Fuck..." the word escaped his lips before he even thought about it. "You are fucking perfect Liz..."

He couldn't resist it, he had to taste her.