Oli drove me crazy, it was so foreign to me the way he made me feel all the time, but God I found him so sexy. It was the whole 'bad boy' look I think. As he started kissing my neck and touching me between my legs I totally gave in, as I always did when it came to him. He always made me feel so good. After a minute or two, he suddenly lifted me up onto the bathroom counter and stood between my legs, just staring at me for a moment. It was so intense and I almost wanted to ask him what he was thinking since he looked so lost in thought. "You are the most amazing person I have ever met." he suddenly blurted out. It seemed like a strange thing to admit during foreplay, but it was so sweet so I smiled at the compliment. I grabbed his head in my hands and pulled him into another deep kiss while I wrapped my legs around his body so he couldn't get away. I sneakily opened the top draw mid-kiss and grabbed a condom then pulled my lips away from his so I could open it. He went to take it from me, but I stopped him. "Let me do it." I said, staring at him. I recalled everything I learnt in sex-ed at school, and all of those movies where they learn how to put one onto a banana... I think he liked me doing it for him, watching me, and not breaking composure even when I giggled, then crashing his lips back into mine the minute I had finished. I don't know what had gotten into him, but something was so intense with him tonight. He stepped forward and pushed himself into me as we kissed, and I pulled my lips away to let out a breath as he did. That first thrust always made me gasp. He gripped my hips and I kept my hands around his neck as he moved in and out of me. It was crazy to me how frequently we had sex, it was the second time in less than 12 hours, and it amazed me that I never got tired of it... Pretty much every day we'd spent together since that first night it happened more than once. It had never been like that with anyone else for me before... I was never really that interested in it, and I had definitely never wanted it as much as I did with Oli. Maybe it was just because he actually cared enough to make me orgasm every time. Nobody had ever been like that with me... not even remotely close. "You're so amazing." I said softly without thinking. He stopped for a second and smiled at me. God, that smile... it killed me. "What do you want me to do to you?" he asked softly. It was the first time someone had asked me such a question and I didn't really know how to respond. I just kind of looked at him blankly. He kissed me softly and touched his forehead to mind. "Don't worry, I know what to do." he whispered with a cheeky grin. Fuck. He turned me on like crazy.
He lifted me from the counter and somehow managed to pull the shower door open, stepping into the shower still holding my body against him. "Have you ever had shower sex?" he whispered into my ear. I shook my head as I looked down at him with an innocent grin. He smiled at me again, and it absolutely killed me. Again. God he was so incredibly sexy, and when he took control and took the dominant role, it made me giddy. He pressed me into the wall and turned the tap beside him on, glancing over to check the temperature before looking back at me and starting to move inside of me again. I ran my hands through his hair and he just stared at me with his lips slightly open as he fucked me; the intense stare he held only broken when he eventually leaned in to kiss me. I could honestly stare at him forever. He was gorgeous. He pulled me away from the wall, through the spray of the warm water and let my legs slide down until my feet touched the tiles. He stood there and held me against him and kissed me under the water; my hair getting soaked and the warm water running down my back and my face; the occasional drop sneaking between our lips as we kissed. He turned me around and pushed my wet hair over my shoulder, leaning in to kiss my neck on the exposed side. "I want to make you feel amazing." he whispered as he wrapped his arms around my body and ran his hands across my skin that was slippery from the water. We were out of the direct spray, but the steam still made my skin feel dewy and warm. "Lean forward and hold onto the door handle." he instructed suddenly, but softly. God it was so hot when he gave me directions. I did as he said and grabbed the shower door handle, leaning forward to reach it... and feeling his hand press down on my lower back as he pushed himself into me yet again. "Let me know what you like..." he said a little shyly as he moved slowly. "I mean, you know... faster, softer, whatever you want." he added. I was almost dumbfounded by his words. Nobody had ever asked me what I wanted. "You always make me feel amazing Oli, I think you already know what I like." I said with a slightly embarrassed giggle. "But I will let you know." I added. He leant down and kissed my back, then stood back up and put his hands on my hips and started moving. I arched my back and moaned; the sensation of him in that position made me feel weak. 'Jesus' I thought to myself. I let out a huge breath and dropped my head. "Want me to go faster?" Oli asked quietly. "Mhmm" I sounded back. I knew how good it was going to feel.
As he moved faster, he wrapped his arm around my body and pulled me up so I was practically standing in front of him with my back to him. He kissed my shoulder and neck and slid his hand down my body. As soon as he started touching my clitoris I felt like I was on the road straight to orgasm, and I lost a bit of self control. "Harder." I moaned without really thinking. I mean, he had told me to tell him what I wanted, but I guess I didn't think I really would say anything. "Mhmm" he sounded, still kissing my neck and touching me. God it felt so good. I moaned loudly. "Harder?" he asked softly, biting my earlobe.
"Yes." I said with an exhale. He gently pushed down on my back again, making me lean back down and arch my back and he started moving faster, so I gripped the door handle with both hands. He pushed into me harder than before and my body went forward. His fingers slid back around me and between my legs and my entire body tensed at his touch. He made me feel incredible and I couldn't stop the desperate moans from leaving my lips. "Faster, Oli." I said, again without even thinking. He sped up. "Harder." I added almost desperately. I guess I was asking a lot of him, but he wasn't stopping. "More." I said as I felt myself racing toward orgasm. "More." I moaned as he did what I said. I was starting to feel the internal shocks, but I wanted more. "More, Oli, more." I kept saying. It was like I was possessed or something! I had zero control over what I was saying. I could hear him breathing heavily over the sound of the shower and I was moaning helplessly as he fucked me. I thought I was going to rip the door off the shower by how hard I was pulling at it, but I didn't even care, I was on the edge of an earth-shattering orgasm and I felt incredible. "YES!" I moaned as Oli fucked me hard and fast; hitting a spot that drove me absolutely insane. "FUCK!" I screamed, unable to control myself anymore. "FUCK!" I screamed again as my legs started to tremble, I was so close and Oli knew it. He moved his hand from between my legs, grabbed my hips tightly with both hands and fucked me even harder than he already was, I don't even know how it was possible but I completely lost it. "OLI!" I screamed as my entire body started flooding with warm, overwhelming pleasure and I felt my legs buckling. Oli was moaning desperately as he slammed into me, and every thrust felt like ecstacy as I tried to breath. "OLI!" I cried loudly again, and then suddenly, Oli said my name; the intense thrusts suddenly reduced to just a few little ones deep inside me. His fingers dug into my hips and he was silent for a moment. "Fuck." he eventually said through broken breath; my body still involuntarily jolting from the pleasure as he came. "Fuck." he exhaled loudly after a long pause. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me up to standing position again and started to slowly move in and out again as he caught his breath. I let out a huge exhale and looked over my shoulder at him. He kissed my cheek as my body started to un-tense. I kind of drooped forward over his arm around me. I felt weak, but even now, he still felt so good inside of me. "Holy shit." I said through my heavy breathing.
"I know." he breathed over my shoulder. "That was..." he said trailing off.
"Mind blowing." I said, finishing his sentence. He drew himself from me and I turned toward him, pushing him back under the warm water and kissing him intensely. I couldn't even explain that moment if I wanted to. We'd both lost our minds at the same time, we'd done that elusive thing called 'coming together' and I think it was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had in my entire life. "You are just..." Oli said, clearly lost for words. "Just wow." he finally said. I smiled at him and kissed him more. I couldn't say anything.
After lots of touching and kissing, he stepped away, turned off the water and grabbed the body wash. He squirted it into his hands and started lathering it in up before rubbing it over his chest and down his arms before grabbing more and doing the same thing, this time rubbing it all over my body. It was kind of weird that he was essentially washing me, but it was actually romantic in a funny way, and I giggled as he started humming as he ran his soapy hands all over me. I started doing the same to him and I couldn't help but let out little laughs, I thought it was kind of hilarious. I gave him a soap beard and we exchanged slippery, soapy hugs before he turned the water back on and we washed off; with me still giggling at the whole thing. He was so cute and I loved that we could go from such a full-on, intense sexual experience right into this playful and carefree moment. He jumped out of the shower and held a towel out for me to wrap up into; his arms going around my body with the towel for a moment. I just looked at him as I stood there thinking he was utterly adorable as he did these things with me. He shook his hair through a towel quickly, then wrapped it around his waist and tucked it in, and I can't tell you how good he looked in towel with his tattoos emerging from it all the way up to his neck and down his arms. "You look so good in a towel." I said coyly.
"You look better without yours." he replied cheekily and oh-so quickly.
I laughed and he held out his hand to take me out of the bathroom. It was so funny how he was being tonight and I had never found him so sexy as I did right now. I took his hand but kept my feet planted on the tiles. "Kiss me." I demanded as he went to walk out of the room. He looked at me a little surprised but broke into a smile as he stepped back and kissed me passionately. I swear, I could not get enough of him.
As I stood at my dresser, I couldn't stop looking at Oli's tattooed body. "I would love to hear about all of your tattoos one day." I said as I admired them. "Well, there's not too much story behind most of them, but I can tell you where I got them done and stuff." he said like they were nothing special. "Maybe you can come with me when I get my next one." he said. "You don't have any, do you?" he asked before I could say anything. I stuck out my bottom lip and shook my head... I always wondered if he found me less attractive because I didn't have any. "Arhhh..." he sounded and came toward me. "You're so innocent and untainted. It's so sexy." he laughed cheekily as he wrapped his arms around me. "Have you ever seen someone get one?" he asked curiously. I shook my head again. "Well I'll get my next one when you can come hold my hand for moral support." he said sticking out his tongue. "Oh yeah, I'm sure you need someone to hold your hand." I laughed, raising my eyebrows, motioning toward his tatooed-covered torso right in front of my face.
I toweled off and slipped into practical yet sexy silk pyjamas; quickly blow-drying some of the wetness out of my hair while Oli pulled on his pyjama pants and shook his hair through his towel again. He returned the towels to the bathroom then laid down on the bed and checked his phone. My hair was dry enough by that point, so I joined him on the bed and cuddled up beside him. I was getting the together time I had left the party for – although the together time we'd had in the bathroom was definitely not unappreciated. He held his phone above us and flicked the camera so he could take a photo. "Don't worry, it's just for me." he said. I knew he would never share it anywhere, so I smiled, then kissed his lips, and then licked his face while he pretended to be grossed out. We both laughed; it was seriously cute even we were being weird as hell. I think it was actually the first time he'd taken a photo of us together. He put his phone down and I put my arm around him, rested my head on his chest and let out a huge sigh. "What's up?" he asked.
"I just don't want to fall asleep because when I wake up, you have to go." I admitted as I glanced at his face. I realised the gravity of what I had just said as soon as I said it. "Awwhhh." he sounded. "I don't want to go either, but at least we know when we can see each other again." he said, trying to make me feel better.
"I know. I'm just going to miss you. That's all." I said. He leaned in and kissed my forehead. I shifted up so that I was right in front of him and he turned so we were laying there face to face. I didn't say anything, I just stared at him. It was kind of weird that it wasn't awkward, but it wasn't. "What are you thinking?" I asked quietly as I watched the cogs turning in his mind; I could tell he was deep in thought about something. He paused for a while and grinned. "Just thinking about how much I like you." he finally admitted. I couldn't help a smile from forming on my face as well. I leaned in and kissed him gently then went back to just staring into his eyes. "I'm sorry it took me so long to realize that I like you." I said, actually admitting for the first time that I liked him too. "It's OK." he said with a smile. "I would have waited as long as you needed." he said. It was sweet, but also a little cheeky. "Oh so you were confident that I would like you eventually, huh?" I joked.
"Well I hoped so." he said with a smile. God he was adorable. He absolutely killed me when he said stuff like that. I leaned in and kissed him gently again. "You're so sweet." I whispered.
"Don't tell anyone." he whispered back. "They all think I'm a cunt." he added. I laughed a little louder at the comment – way to ruin a romantic moment.
I couldn't believe how easily and quickly Oli had broken down my walls. A week ago, I was apprehensive about hanging out with him - I almost didn't even want to, and 6 days later, I was now so open with him... I don't think I'd ever been so close, honest or emotionally engaged with anybody in my entire life, and I didn't even find it intimidating or uncomfortable. In a way it kind of scared me how easy everything was with him, but for the first time since we met, I didn't feel like I was sabotaging myself; it was like that little demon in my head that used to always tell me not to let anyone get too close had just gone. "You scare me, Oli." I said without thinking. "What? Why do I scare you?" he asked, seeming a little taken back. I closed my eyes and shook my head against the pillow. I couldn't say what I was thinking. I was scared because I knew I was falling in love with him, but I definitely wasn't about to admit that to him, not yet anyway. "You just do." I said, shaking my head again, but smiling.
"Because I'm the man of your dreams?" he said with a laugh and a huge, goofy smile. His smile was so infectious and I laughed back. "Mmm... maybe." I replied like I was thinking about it. He squeezed me tighter and kissed the tip of my nose. This whole day almost felt too good to be true. "Well, we should probably get to sleep so you can dream about me..." Oli said cheekily as he released his squeeze a little. "And on a serious note, I don't want to have to rush off like last time!" he added. I nodded; he had a good point.
I wriggled under the doona as Oli went to turn off the lights and I waited for him to come back. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me from behind as he cuddled back into bed ready to surrender to sleep. "Have you ever actually dreamed about me?" he asked through the darkness. I giggled at the question. "A few times, but nothing crazy or scary." I replied. "Have you ever dreamed about me?" I asked curiously. He chuckled and made a noise like he was embarrassed but didn't say anything. I turned my head back toward him. "Is that a yes?" I asked cheekily. He just laughed again. "Let's just say that maybe you're the girl of my dreams too." he replied.
Well played, Oli. Well played.