Chapter 357 Oliver vs. Nicole: "In Your Dreams"

Chapter 357 Oliver vs. Nicole: "In Your Dreams"
"You like it when I’m gentle?" His voice was low, as if he were soothing a child.
She gave a soft "Mm-hmm."
He leaned down toward her.
She pressed both hands against his chest and felt the warmth radiating from his body.
"Not today," she said.
"Not today?" He wanted her so badly.
"Who texted me saying, ‘I miss you’? I’m back now, baby.” He leaned down to kiss her, not giving her a chance to explain.
His kiss made her knees weak, but when his hand began to wander downward, she grabbed his wrist firmly. 
Catching her breath, she blurted out, "I really can't today. I'm on my period."
“Why not…” He didn’t catch on at first, then paused. "Oh."
He smoothed her clothes back into place.
"Sorry," she murmured, sitting up.
Oliver furrowed his brow, ruffled her hair, and smiled. "What's there to apologize for? It’s not your fault.”
He should be the one apologizing—she’d told him she was on her period, but he hadn’t taken her seriously.
He adjusted his pants and sat down next to her.
Nicole looked at him, then lowered her head.
"I'm not that much of a jerk," Oliver said, reaching out and pulling her into his arms. “Does it hurt?”
She shook her head.
“No…” 
“How many more days?”
"Two days, or maybe three," she said in a low voice.
Oliver nodded. “I’m sorry about earlier.”
Over the next two days, he took care of everything for her. 
He was glued to the computer, stayed up late every night, then shut it down before heading back to their room. 
Nicole had gotten used to it. 
He’d tuck her in before going to his study, then come back to hold her close once he was done.
When she woke up the next morning, he was already awake, leaning against the headboard and playing with her hair.
Shirtless, Oliver looked down at Nicole, who was resting her head on his chest.
“How do you take care of your hair?” 
She lay lazily on top of him; her hand traced up his abs and slid to his chest. "I make my own shampoo—of course it's good."
Oliver grabbed her hand and asked, “The last time you dreamed about me, what did I do to you in the dream?”
“Huh?” She snapped her eyes open. “What?”
He smiled and grazed the tip of her nose with his fingertip. "I want to know."
He rolled over and positioned himself between her legs.
"You..." 
Her whole body suddenly grew hot from the heat radiating from him.
"What's wrong with me?" He looked down at her, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
He’d tossed their clothes aside last night.
“Answer me. How did I do it to you?” He looked at her intently, twirling a strand of hair behind her ear.
“That didn’t happen,” Nicole said, looking away.
He lowered his head to rest against her forehead.
She shivered and let out a low hum. "You have to..." 
She stopped there, glancing at the drawer beside her.
"No rush," he said in a very low voice. "Let's wait a bit. It should be safe for now. Once you remember what I did to you in your dream, then I’ll consider it.” 
Before she could react, he leaned down and kissed her. 
His lips pressed gently against hers.
His knees still spread her legs apart, and his hardness pressed against her crotch. 
He simply pressed against her soft spot, occasionally brushing against it.
She let out a soft moan and arched her hips upward, wanting him to enter her. 
Instead, he pulled back slightly. 
His lips moved away from the corner of her mouth and trailed down her chin.
“Oliver.” She reached out and grabbed his shoulders.
"Yeah," he replied, pausing his lips on her cleavage. 
He took that patch of skin into his mouth and sucked gently, his tongue sweeping over it.
Her fingers curled, then relaxed.
His lips continued downward. He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked slowly.
She kept her eyes open, watching the top of his head buried in her chest. 
She felt the varying pressure of his tongue and shuddered each time he switched sides.
His hand slid down from her waist. 
His fingertips slowly rubbed the area just outside her entrance. 
He didn't go in; he just circled round and round in the wetness. 
Her legs clamped around his wrist briefly before relaxing, and her breathing grew increasingly ragged.
He lifted his head to look at her. 
His lips glistened, and his thumb still gently rubbed.
"Was I like this in your dreams?" His voice was hoarse. 
She looked away, clenching the sheets tightly in her hands.
His finger probed a little deeper and withdrew. 
The pad of his finger, damp with her moisture, slowly rubbed against her inner thigh.
A moan escaped her throat fitfully and brokenly. 
Her legs trembled slightly on either side of his shoulders.
"Like this?" His fingers entered again, a little deeper this time. 
They moved slowly inside her while his thumb pressed against that spot and rubbed it gently. 
She bit her lip, her hands clutching the hair at the back of his head. 
Her whole body was tense. 
As the pleasure built, she clenched and released, then collapsed onto the mattress, gasping for breath.
He waited for her to catch her breath before withdrawing his finger and guiding his member to her entrance. 
He slowly pushed it inside.
She let out a moan and furrowed her brow. 
He paused to let her adjust and waited until she nodded before continuing to push deeper.
Once he was fully inside her, he leaned down and rested his forehead against hers. His heavy breath washed over her face.
She raised her arms to wrap them around his neck and her legs around his waist.
He began moving in a steady, unhurried rhythm.
She moaned in sync with him, her hands sliding from his neck down his back.
The pleasure built up even more intensely than before. 
After a few more strokes, he let out a muffled groan, burying himself deep inside her and remaining still.
Panting, he lay on top of her for quite a while before slowly pulling out. 
Then he rolled over to lie beside her.
Wrapped in a bathrobe, she lay on the couch, watching him.
After finishing tidying up, Oliver took the boxes into the walk-in closet. 
He placed them in the compartment where she kept her pajamas, making sure they were in the most conspicuous spot. 
He walked over to her. “Want to sleep a little longer?”
She shook her head. “No, thanks.”
He smiled, picked her up, and carried her back to bed anyway. 
As soon as he stepped out of the room, she closed her eyes and fell back asleep.
He made breakfast before leaving.
When she came downstairs in her loungewear, she received a call from Margot.