Count On Me

Part Sixty

Before he could respond she sauntered out of the room, talking to Nate. Leaving him to digest the woman who'd just left the room. Gone was the quiet, anxious and self doubting woman...he'd imagined that the day would have drained her, that he'd had to cajole her, build her up, support her, but that didn't seem to be the case. In fact, he was enjoying this sultry and sassy version of her.

The meal had been beautiful, Lizzie had feared that the a la carte menu and 'posh' surrounding s wouldn't work with a little man, but the waiter had been wonderfully accommodating, and now the two sat opposite him were sharing a huge chocolate brownie sundae. Nate's eyes had hazed over about ten minutes earlier, and as they lay down their spoons, he leaned into Lizzie and she adjusted so that he could crawl into her lap. Within moments his eyes were closed and he was curled up.

Lizzie reached for her wine glass with her spare hand, her eyes not leaving him, and he felt warmth wash over him. He'd been hard most of the day and now was no exception, two cold showers and far too many heat reducing thoughts - usually his parents having sex worked, nothing seemed to take the desire our of his veins.

"You're enjoying this."

He took his own glass and sipped, watching her with the same intensity that she used on him.

She sipped again before placing the glass down, then shrugged, "you keep saying these things, but I'm not doing anything."

Her smiled was contented cat-like and it drove him wild, it was almost as though the final piece of the puzzle had fallen into place, she wasn't scared of him, or how he felt any more, and it seemed that she was happier to show him that she felt the same desire, the same attraction as he did. It was a first, and it made him so happy.

"You, young lady are going to have it later."

She fluttered her eyelashes, "I don't know what you mean."

Draining his glass, he stood and lifted the now sleeping boy from her arms, "come on. Let's get him back." A day in school, the travel, the swimming and then a huge dinner had exhausted the young man.

She followed him, through the reception and then along the corridors.

Oscar rested Nate down on his bed, and Lizzie moved past him to change him into his pj's. When she emerged from his room, he was wrestling with the bottle of champagne that room service had just delivered.

"Champagne? Are we celebrating?"

He looked up to see her stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, as he met her eyes, she kicked off her shoes. A bolt of heat almost stunned him, the little things were being delivered with such intent.

"I thought we'd be commiserating, but I think celebrating that fact that today hasn't killed you is reason enough."

She bit her lip, such a provocative action, that his body heated up another notch.

"I've spent enough time on them, Oscar. It's over."

As he filled the two crystal flutes he want convinced that it was that simple, "some fizz, m'lady?"

He handed her a glass and she crossed the room to him, taking the glass, she took a large mouthful, then placed the glass back down. He could see the intent in her eyes, and only just managed to place his glass beside hers, before she slid her arms around him, dragging his mouth down to hers.

He couldn't remember her ever initiating something between them, but this seemed natural after her flirting and teas gin all evening. He wanted to drag her to bed, to throw her down onto the mattress, but he didn't want to spoil the atmosphere, change things. He wanted to savour every minute, however torturing that may be.

Her tongue invaded his mouth, keen, eager, devouring ever inch of him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her into him, then teased her back, equally as calculatingly.

When she moaned against his lips it seemed to batter his last defence and he couldn't fight his need to hold her, to devour her any longer.

"Shit," he murmured against his lips. "You are unbelievable."

She tipped her head back offering her neck as she moaned, and he ran his tongue down her throat. All too much, so with both hands, he reached around her and lifted her, immediately her legs and arms wrapped around him, and he carried her into the bedroom.

Within moments they were naked, spread out on the bed, but as he was about to lower his head, taste her all over, she wriggled free from him, instead she moved over him and he watched propped on his elbows as she plucked kisses over his flat nipples, then down the trail of hair that ran along his body. Then it was his turn to drop his head back, closed eyes upturned to the ceiling as she took him in his mouth, it was greater than heaven.

Oscar fought her, but she was determined to do this for him, and there was nothing more powerful than having him writhe under her; lose control...then explode. It was empowering, and absolutely the most arousing thing, and by the time she lifted her eyes to meet his hot, smouldering gaze, she was squirming herself, desperate to rub her body against his.

"That was..." he shook his head as she moved to sit astride him. "I am rarely speechless."

Grinding her hips over him, she cocked an eyebrow at him, "really?"

It didn't take long for him to start to respond, and with just a little wriggling, she managed to get what she wanted, him...inside her. She gave a satisfied grunt, and Oscar, with wide eyes, lay back on the pillows and placed his hands behind his head.

"So as this is all about you..."

She grinned, "finally, you get it!"

Watching closely, she observed the changes in his face as he tried to not lose himself, to lose control. Every minute she thought he'd take control, flop her over, dominate her, drive into her, he bit his lip, or sighed and it warmed her heart.

"Speechless?" She breathed as he struggled to control his reactions. "Rarely?"

When he nodded, she dropped down, hands either side of his head and breathed, "you ain't seen nothing yet!"

She waited, watched until that telltale sign, the hint that he was about to explode again, then she leaned down to his ear, and whispered, "I love you Oscar Wicker, and I want to be your wife."