Page 83 of All Your Dreams

Without thinking, I wet my lips. His eyes catch the movement and darken almost instantly. “C'mere,” he murmurs, stepping out of his shorts before holding out a hand.

I close the small distance between us and slip my hand into his. Ollie laces our fingers together, trailing his free hand along my arm. Goosebumps rise in the wake of his touch and I shiver.

“Bath’s going to get cold soon,” he says, dimples on display.

I smile back. “Then we should probably get in.”

Letting go of his hand, I take off my glasses and set them on the vanity before hooking my thumbs beneath the waistband of my thong. I ease the lace down my legs, my pulse fluttering. Ollie never looks away from my face. He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra, letting the straps slip from my shoulders. The lacy piece joins the rest of our clothes on the floor.

Standing completely bare in front of someone new, who hasn’t seen me like this, should feel terrifying. Instead, it feels like another way of trusting him. “You can look, you know,” I urge him.

Ollie’s throat works as he swallows. Then his gaze finally leaves my face, traveling over me with open appreciation. A groan slips from him, his expression tightening with anticipation.

“You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart.”

“I have some idea,” I tease, letting my eyes fall between us. The unmistakable outline beneath his boxers leaves very little to the imagination.

Ollie steps back to take off his boxers, pushing them down. The last barrier between us disappears and a soft moan escapes me before I can stop it. Desire coils low in my stomach, imagining how amazing he’ll feel inside me. I'd thought I knew what to expect based on our movie make-out and that dropped towel, but nothing could have prepared me for the reality standing in front of me.

He's beautiful. Not in some flawless, untouchable way, but in a way that makes it impossible to look anywhere else. Broad shoulders, strong arms, the lean lines of his body. Every part of him is unmistakably Ollie. Familiar and new all at once. My gaze moves over him without apology.

His eyes snap to mine, heat flaring in them. “You keep looking at me like that,” he says, his voice rough around the edges, “and I'm not going to last nearly as long as I planned.”

I don't answer with words, but hold his gaze, letting him see exactly what his honesty does to me. Stepping past me, he sinks into the bath first, bracing one hand on the edge as he settles and tests the temperature.

“Your turn,” he says, motioning me to join him.

The water welcomes me, bubbles parting as I sink down with a relieved sigh. Ollie shifts behind me, the tub big enough that his legs bracket mine, his chest a solid wall against me. His arms wrap around my middle, hands settling on my stomach, as he presses a kiss to the curve of my neck. The movement brings us flush together and I can't miss the firm length of him resting against the small of my back.

A surprised whimper leaves my lips. Ollie doesn't move or make a teasing comment about it, simply holds me a little tighter. “Tell me what you want. I’m here for all of it,” he tells me, his words warm against my ear.

“I've never known what I want,” I admit, a lump rising in my throat, but I push past the feeling. “I've spent so long trying to be what someone else wanted that I stopped asking myself.”

His fingertips trace a slow, reassuring arc above my hip. “Then don’t worry about asking perfectly. Sometimes taking action is the best way to go. You have my consent to take the lead whenever you want. And if either of us needs to slow down or stop, we say so. We’ll figure it out together.”

The last thread of my hesitation dissolves in the warm water following his sweet words. Being with him is different in ways I’m still learning how to name. There’s no script to follow, only this space where I’m allowed to want things and take my time figuring out what they are.

I reach for his hand and guide it down slowly, my pulse hammering. Ollie follows my lead without a word, every movement attentive and caring. His long, calloused fingers reach my mound and a patch of hair before traveling lower, finding the spot where I ache for him the most. He sucks in a shallow, excited breath as his digits dip deeper in exploration. The bathroom is quiet except for the soft ripple of water and the steady rhythm of our breathing.

My back rests against his chest, head tipped slightly as his mouth trails kisses along my bare shoulder while his fingers work magic under the surface. “There you go,” he says softly against my skin. “That’s it. Take what you need, sweetheart. Take it all.”

The pleasure builds inside me as his fingers keep their pace. It doesn’t take long until I’m panting his name. “Ollie, please don’t stop.”

“Didn’t even cross my mind.”

His voice stays with me, anchoring me through every rising wave until the tension finally breaks. I come apart, squeezing his digits inside me. The orgasm crashes over me like nothing I've ever felt before. I’m not alone in the dark with my own hand or playing with a toy I kept hidden. This is different. This is everything.

The pleasure doesn't just pulse through my core; it radiates outward, claiming every nerve ending. My back arches away from his chest as my body chases sensations rocking it. A raw and unguarded moan tears from my throat as my fingers clutch desperately at his forearm, the one still working between my legs.

But it's not the physical intensity that undoes me. It's Ollie. It's knowing he's here, that his breath is hot against my neck and his free arm is wrapped securely around my waist, holding me together as I shatter. There's no hiding or pretending, no holding back. He gets to experience all of me; the desperate sounds, the way my whole body shakes, and the tears that prick at the corners of my eyes from the sheer overwhelming magnitude of the experience.

This is what I've been missing. Not the release, but the presence. The safety of being completely vulnerable with someone who wants nothing more than to give me this. His fingers slow but don't stop, coaxing out every last ripple of pleasure until I'm boneless and gasping, my heart hammering so hard I’m sure he can feel it.

“I've got you,” he says against my hair, and those three words make the moment even more profound. Because he does. He has me, all of me, rewriting everything I thought I knew about my own body.

After the shocks ease, I melt against him, my breath coming in uneven gasps as the world slowly comes into focus again. Ollie presses a kiss to my damp temple before resting his cheek against it.

“You okay?”