OLLIE
Holy fu....!
My brain and body are exhausted after getting only six hours of sleep or so over the last three days.
After we chowed down on some Gyoza and Takoyaki, we settled down for a bit of a nap. I could've kissed Norman for suggesting it.
But if I'd done that? Well.... 😏
So anyway, there I was. Having the loveliest dream. In which he was slowly licking and nuzzling me with his lips. Down my neck and across my chest....
When he goes and lets out a huge snore right in my ear!
I nearly jumped clean out of my skin!
Norman twitched a bit too but didn't wake up. Just snorted and let his grip go from around my waist. Before rolling over to his other side.
My tummy muscles are screaming with the effort of holding my laughter in. No way I can nod off again....plus I'm busting for the loo now.
Well, an hour's nap is better than nothing I suppose?
Standing up I take a tentative step on my foot. Not half as bad as this morning, though still a bit achy. But as Minnie said, the hot water of the bath will help no end.
Limping a bit, I make my way to the small en-suite for some blessed relief.
'Hope the sound of the toilet flushing doesn't wake him' I ponder absently, stripping down and putting the bathing Yukata on. Relishing the feel of the silky cotton as it wraps around my body.
'Yeah Ollie....but there's something else you want wrapped around you even more....isn't there?' I ask myself silently.
"Ooooh, you betcha" My reflection in the mirror whispers back out loud.
I want to feel his hands, his mouth....every single inch belonging to that big lump of gorgeous idiot.
My head shakes back and forth in disbelief again. Just thinking about what'd gone through that silly excuse of a brain of his.
Oh, I've forgiven him....yes. But I didn't let him off easily, believe me!
Eventually though, the contrite look on his face coupled with some ever so humble apologies? Broke through my pissed-off veneer. And my very sore heart.
But I only let Norman kiss me, once I made him promise to talk if anything like that comes up again. Though he also made me promise. That I won't kick him in the balls or go through with my threat of purchasing a chastity belt.
Silly man, got the wrong end of the stick didn't he? Because I was gonna make him wear it not me 😉
So, what now Ollie? Where to from here?
Do you start to wind this down? Just like the holiday is now doing He goes his way while you go yours.
Sayonara?
Or do you continue down the path you're both following? Hurtling down at the speed of light. The path your dream was taking not fifteen minutes ago.
The path where the final destination is totally in each other's hands. But one hundred percent worth the risk....and probable broken heart anyway?
"Stop asking questions! You know how you feel about him and what you want. And he's already made the same feelings pretty clear to you. So for once in your staid and boring life, Ollie....don't think! "
I roll a hair tie onto my wrist and then turn off the light. Open the bathroom door and walk out into the great unknown.
*
After throwing a lifetime of caution to the wind, along with both our Yukatas and his doubts about my being 'sure'? Norman spent nearly a minute tangling his hands in my hair.
And his tongue in mine.
Oh....Jeez!
Every time he kisses me? It's new and breathtaking. One minute his lips will be soft and tongue demanding. Then hard and tantalising the next.
Feels like my mouth is in the ring with the world championship, snogging tag team. And there's no way known I'm ever gonna tap out of this match!
I gasped when he suddenly took his hands away from my head. Wrapped them around my waist and pulled my body hard against his.
Thank goodness it isn't every inch of him wrapping around me, as I'm now heading for sensory overload. Especially once the hairs of his chest start scratching two very tender nubs on my own.
Might be time to slow this down a little before we both self-combust?
I gently tug his earlobes backwards. Raising his face from mine.
"Ollie, what....?" Norman asked in confusion and I glimpsed the fear rippling across his face.
Smiling back, I push down on his shoulders.
"Sit" I whispered, and he slowly lowered himself to the tiny wooden stool.
Unwittingly licking his lips as his eyes descended with him....down the length of my body.
I blush quite a bit at that. But let him continue his greedy gaze. While I twist my hair into a knot on top of my head and secure it.
Norman managed to lean forward and planted a fleeting kiss on my tummy before I stepped behind him. Grab the small shower head and begin rinsing his body.
I let the little wooden bucket fill with water while massaging some shampoo into his hair. His head lolled back, and he gave a soft groan as my fingers kneaded his scalp. Grabbing his washcloth I soap it up well before scrubbing his back and arms.
Norman is shaking a bit by the time I reach the top of his butt. Which, like the rest of him....is firm with muscle. All the suds rinse away as I slowly tip the small bucket of water over his head.
I then take a deep breath before moving in front of him. This time, kneeling between his legs that are spreading to accommodate me.
Another small kiss landed on my forehead this time as I bent to start on his feet. His breath sucked in as my hands reached the top of his thighs, but I skimmed the washcloth up to his chest.
My breath puffs out in little bursts as I let my fingers roam through the hairy suds. Then over his nipples, which make his pecs jump in reflex. I trace his tattoo with a fingernail, before continuing down his stomach with the washcloth.
Biting my lip, my shaking hands wrap the cloth around him. At least I think it's me shaking....it could very well be him?
Norman reached out and removed the cloth before grabbing my hands and placing them back on him. I gasp in shock as he's literally throbbing, the heat from him almost burns through my palms.
I'm at a total loss over what to do next. So I have to stop biting my lip and bite the bullet instead.
"Norman I....what do I....please tell me?" I stutter, lowering my eyes in embarrassment over my lack of experience.
Whoa boy!
Wish I hadn't done that. Because the sight of him, huge in my hands? Well....I'm starting to feel a bit of anxiety about what's still to come.
"Kiss me, Ollie" He ordered with one hell of a sexy smirk as his hands tightened around mine.
And we slowly moved them rhythmically in sync with our tongues.
After a few minutes, the seal on our lips broke because he was groaning so much. His hands fell away. And I struggled to keep a soapy grip on him, when his hips began to writhe then grind on the tiny wooden stool.
"Ollie....baby please? Tighter....harder....faster....Oh God!"
"OHGODYES!"
Norman threw his head back and almost screamed as his spine arched and he let go. His face and the groans....it sounded like he was in an agony of ecstasy.
I know this may sound big-headed....egotistical? Whatever. But holding him in my hands, right at this very moment....
I've never felt so empowered, confident or so sexy in my whole life.
Think I'm rocking the smirk now? 😏
My hands never leave him, but their grip grows softer. Eventually, the pace slows down to a delicate movement of my fingertips.
His chest was still heaving as his head rolled forward again. Gripping my face in his hands, Norman brought his heavy-lidded gaze to focus on mine.
"Ollie....that was....damn I'm one fine teacher!" He gasped with a proud-as-shit grin on his face.
I pretend that my hands are reluctantly leaving him. Before they inch down to grasp the wooden bucket tightly.
Do I tip the water over him....or just brain that swelled head of his with it?
Decisions, decisions....