𝔅𝔞𝔟𝔶, 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 || 𝔨. 𝔥𝔞𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔱

.04.

This chapter contains sexual acts.
If you don't want to read them, just skip this chapter.
I know very early on but it's important for the rest of the story.
For those who want to read it: have fun and enjoy. ;)
You've been warned.
- Leonie :)

-3rd person pov.-

His brown eyes looked deep into her green ones. It felt like he stared right through her and into her soul. The distance between their lips became smaller and smaller with every fading second. His hands were softly placed on her hips which made her so insane.

Every touch, the tension between them, the hunger in their eyes, everything felt so surreal, almost like a long-awaited moment.

"Are you sure you want this? I could take you somewhere more private where we could enjoy ourselves even more.", he offered her.

She didn't know what it was. Was it the alcohol that gave her so much courage? Or was it because he was so fucking hot and she wanted to marry him? Probably the second under the influence of the first.

Olivia pulled him even closer to herself if that was even possible. Her heart was raising. Their lips were only a few millimeters apart, she could feel his warm breath on her lips. She wanted him. Here and now. She doesn't care if she'll regret it afterward.

"Shut up pretty boy and kiss me already.", she whispered seductively upon his lips.

He didn't need to be told twice.

His once soft expression turned into a surprised one but didn't last for long. Not until Olivia felt a pair of lips pressed onto hers seconds later.

Her heart skipped a beat. She enjoyed the feeling of finally being kissed again. It has been such a long time. His lips were rough but soft at the same time, it was an indescribable but wonderful feeling.

She stood there leaning against a wall and let a stranger kiss her. She thought about what her mother would have said at this moment. "How deep could a person sink".
Well, too bad she wasn't here.

After they broke apart to catch some air Olivia felt herself getting pulled into another sweet kiss. His lips tasted bitter from the cigarettes but sweet like vanilla, it was incredible.

He wrapped his hands around her waist and placed them on her butt. He gave it a quick squish, which made Olivia jump. He smirked amused into the kiss. It was driving her insane how he was teasing her just for fun. But she could do the same.

Her hands went to his. Slowly but decisively, she freed herself from his grip as she took his hands and made him let go of her after she broke up the kiss. Now there she was with an amused smile on her face.

She knew exactly what she would do to him as he did her.

"What is this?", he asked her but she ignored him.

With a smirk on her lips, Olivia pushed the man back on the bed. She wanted him to feel what she was feeling. She wanted him to feel what it meant to have to wait.

"Just be calm and enjoy the show.", was the only thing Olivia said to that.

The alcohol made her do things she would never do when she was sober. She would never do a striptease for a stranger. But the alcohol made her forget. He made her more relaxed and open. A stupid trait.

Slowly she began to move her hips back and forth, as she had done in the club. She placed her hands around his neck without breaking eye contact.

She saw how he had to pull himself together not to get up and ruining the moment.