25. EARN MY KISS.
The sound of water rushing into the grounds swept into her ears as Liv made her way across the room barefoot. She could hear his groans, as if he touched himself. And slowly, she slipped out of her already torn dress and climbed out.
Her mind was vague, without a single conscious thought. It was the moment after a climatic orgasm you're not quite sure what you're doing or even where you are. All she knew, was that she wanted him, more and more with each breath that she took. She craved him, his touch and even his cologne.
The cuffs slipped from her lips to the ground as she tossed her underwear away. She was completely nude, holding around the red marks on her wrists from the bondage. Her hair slipped down her moist shoulders as she pushed open the shower door. He was there, a hand over his head beneath the heated water—the same moist heat that blew into her face the moment she stepped in.
It was on hearing her footsteps that he fully turned around, an arch in his brows. "What are you doing here?" Damien asked as her eyes fell to his rising member. It was no surprise how ginormous it was, because she had felt it. She walked right next to him, never uttering a reply and she turned on the shower above her. Like on the rock, she turned her back to him, allowing his piercing gaze to map out every inch of her body, her curves.
And Mr Archer bit into his lips, ready for part two.
Her hands slipped around the soap that she rubbed softly against her skin. and like a magnet, he was drawn to her. He stopped her hands, collecting the bar of scented soap from her hands and Liv let her head tilt to the left. His hands went in her hair as he inched closer to her. She could feel him behind her, rising between her thighs and she stepped backwards. He drew slow circles against her burning neck and a moan escaped her lips. He kissed her neck, slowly trailing down her spine as her eyes closed. She felt her knees crumble in his grasp. "I said, what are you doing here?" His lips brushed the tip of her inflamed ears.
"I came to shower"
Liv turned around to him, placing a palm on his chest as water fell all around them. With each step she took forward was another he took backwards till his back was against the cold shower tiles. The room was dark, with only shred of light coming from the windows.
"I want you to fuck me."
Her voice was laced with temptation as if they were so different people and he looked deep in her eyes. "I want you to earn it" A smile crept to her lips as she raised her knee to his penis. It was throbbing against her thighs and she smirked. "Have i not?" She slitheringly whispered and Damien didn't have a word to utter.
Instead he grabbed her by her neck, switching positions so that this time, it was her back against the wall. "Is that why you wouldn't kiss me?" She asked, and his grasp tightened around her neck that she began to struggle for a second. The water dropped down her face but she kept her eyes open, like it was some sort of challenge between them. "You haven't earned me" He added.
"Is that a dare, Mr Archer?"
"The game is over" He whispered and she raised a finger to his face. She felt the spikes of his freshly-shaken beards before he pushed her palms away. "Is it?" She asked, and his eyes fell to her colored lips. Her hair swam down his hands as he still pressed against her neck. "Truth or dare" She said, barely audible but his eyes were on her lips so he heard.
"You already know my answer" He replied.
"Then you already my dare" Her nipples had solid and he caught a glimpse of it. The heat from the water tizzled her thighs as her knees knocked. "What is?" He played dumb until she asked. "I dare you to kiss me" Olivia didn't hold back and he chuckled abit.
"Am i that cheap you want to use a game?" He asked.
"I want you to kiss me." She said, letting her hands fall down his torso. Her fingers trailed the length of the water before gripping around his phallus. Her nails didn't get in the way of his pulsating girth and Damien closed his eyes. "You already want to" She played a mind game and when he leaned in towards her, Olivia turned her cheeks away. She could feel his breathes against the side of her face as she stroked him. Each stroke, a deeper breath like his heart was racing, erratic. His heart couldn't take it.
"You pleased me, now i please you, Mr Archer" Who was this woman before him and why did he want her so much? His lips met her cheeks as he let out muffled moans. He was the hardest he could have been, she guessed. Now, she was new to all of this but something about his expressions gave her the impression that she was doing the right thing, going at the right pace—to have him silent, groaning against her, holding tightly around her arms. To him reduced to this was a reason to keep going. And his hands found her for a second time, ploughing into her already moist entrance and Liv let out a loud moan, her flaps were already sensitive from earlier but he didn't care. The passion that flooded into his body from her, he channeled back out. And both their eyes were shot as they rested against each other.
His left arm was above her, holding unto the walls as she carried on stroking her, and he, her. The impulses shot their eyes open the moment they were about to cum simultaneously. And she could see the color somewhere in his, that lit with a burning desire for her. A burning passion for her and their noses brushed against each other, their heated moans colliding in the air between them. Olivia was lifted against the wall, and she felt her feet lose it's connection to the floor. His body jerked maliciously forward as Damien let out a thunderous groan, and his lips met, firmly. As if reuniting their souls into one. She felt him into her mouth, and down her esophagus and also, against her thighs. He fell limp against her, and her, against him. They held each other, seeking strength from their moist skins. For that moment, it felt like their souls were one and she could feel his rapid heartbeat.
And he could feel hers.
He pulled away with her, with wet hair and halting breathes escaping his lips. "Olivia" He called her, only making out her name and she looked to him. "Mr Archer" Calling him that then was a power move as his hands immediately encapsulated her chin, looking directly into her eyes—he was about to do it again. Nothing seemed to exist between them, nothing at all, just her.
And he swiped away the hair across her face, allowing himself to feast on her beauty—his fiancée. Now in that moment, they were unsure what that night meant for them and the arrangement. But they didn't want to think of anything except themselves. They did not want to ruin this moment that they shared. The whole world came second to her, for him as he leaned closer into her. Olivia closed her eyes, that after so many years, it was finally happening and it was worth it. They were naked before each other, with water running above them and sensationally down her skin.
His arms found her waist, pulling her closer before his lips met hers yet again. The space around them had evaporated and time and all its elements didn't seem to exist. He was kissing her, once, twice until she realize she'll never have enough. He is more intentional this time, harder, deeper and with a fervent need i've never known before. Her arms were around him as he found her face, this electric feeling uniting the both of them.
He was gentle.
And it was perfect, but it wasn't his gentleness that she wanted in that moment, not now, not after all this time. She knotted her fist against his skin, nail digging into his neck as she pulled him harder. He moaned into her lips, lifting her completely from the ground and pressing her against the wall. "Damien" She mumbled his name and he didn't stop. She was short of breath beneath the running water, but he didn't stop. She didn't even want him to.
Until suddenly as the moment intensified, he pulled away from her, letting her feet meet the floor again—letting her come back to earth. And he ran his hand through his hair, grabbing a towel. "I can't do this" He muttered without any explanation. Olivia gasped for breath, filling her lungs with air that was not him.
And she clenched her erratic heart that was restored back in her chest, watching him pull away. The moment was given to her but eventually taken from her more quickly. And she just stood there, alone in the showers once he walked out of the door. Tears formed in her eyes as she covered her breasts with her arms.
What the fuck just happened?
To be continued...