Page 182 of Right Man, Right Time
The emotions I experience when we’re intimate.
And the way I respond to her—when I talk to her, text her—it’s so different from the sense of obligation I had with Sarah. Perhaps that’s from the newness of our relationship, but I feel like an active, willing participant rather than someone waiting for the shoe to drop.
Ollie has awoken me, and I’ll never take that for granted.
I glance up at my friends and say, “Thanks for being there for me. I really appreciate it.”
“No need to thank us,” Posey says, mouth full of bread. “That’s what we’re here for.”
* * *
Silas:You awake?
Ollie:Mmmm, yes. You going to call?
I sit up in bed, the morning light shining in my hotel room, and I go to FaceTime. Last night when I got back to my hotel, it was pretty late so I just called Ollie for a bit, but now that I’m awake, I want to talk to her more. We have time before I need to be at the arena, so I might as well spend some time with my girl.
The phone rings a few times, and then her beautiful face comes into view.
“Good morning,” she says all sleepy-like as she twists in her sheets.
“Morning,” I reply and then notice her bare shoulder. “Babe, are you naked?”
“I am. What about you?”
“I have my briefs on.”
“Take them off,” she says as she slides the sheets down, and I get a front-row seat view of her perfect breasts.
I prop the phone up on the nightstand next to me and shimmy out of my briefs only to drop them on the floor.
“You’re already hard,” she says.
“Woke up with a hard-on. Had a sex dream about you last night.”
“Mmm, tell me what I did,” she says as she moves her hands over her breasts.
My mouth waters from the sight of her. “We were at my place, making dinner together.”
“You don’t know how to cook.” She smirks.
“Didn’t stop me from trying in my dream. You were wearing one of my button-up shirts with nothing else.”
“Sounds about right.” She pinches her nipples, and I grip the base of my erection and squeeze.
“I propped you up on the counter, laid you down, and explored every inch of your body with my tongue.”
“Did you undo my shirt and let it fall open?”
I nod. “Yeah, and I sucked on your tits for what seemed like forever.”
“I love when you do that,” she says as I start to move my hand up and down. “Were you hard in your dream?”
“So fucking hard, like I am right now.”
“Let me see,” she says, her beautiful eyes fluttering open. I take the phone, and I turn the camera around so she can see my hand on my cock, pumping. “God, that’s so sexy.”
“Let me see you touch your pussy,” I say as my grip grows tighter.
