Wait No More

Part Nine 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Olivia looked around, her heart racing. The walls were adorned with posters of bands and places they both dreamed of visiting someday. It was a reflection of him, a glimpse into his personality that made her smile. She turned to find him watching her, his expression a mix of affection and desire.

"Hey," he said softly, stepping closer, the distance between them shrinking. "You okay?"

She nodded, her breath hitching as he brushed a wet strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering against her skin. "I'm more than okay," she replied, her voice steady despite the flutter in her stomach.

Then, without another word, he closed the gap between them, capturing her lips with his once more. This kiss was different—soft and tender, yet filled with an unspoken promise. The heat radiated between them, igniting the air around them as their bodies pressed together.

Olivia melted against him, her hands finding their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the damp strands as they lost themselves in the moment. The sound of the rain outside faded into the background, leaving just the two of them in their private world, wrapped in warmth and familiarity.

As they finally pulled away, both breathless and wide-eyed, the world outside faded into a distant memory. The rain continued to pour, but inside Ethan's room, time felt suspended. Olivia's heart raced as she took in the sight of him—his hair slightly tousled, droplets of water glistening on his skin, and an expression that spoke volumes of the connection they shared.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. The weight of their wet clothes clung to them, but it only added to the thrill of their stolen encounter. Olivia felt emboldened, the electricity between them crackling in the air like the storm outside.

"Do you think anyone will notice we're gone?" she teased, a playful smile dancing on her lips.

Ethan chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving hers. "Let them wonder. Right now, I just want to be here with you." He stepped closer again, closing the space that had momentarily opened between them. His hands found her waist, pulling her against him as if he were afraid she might slip away.

The warmth of his body against hers sent shivers down her spine, igniting every nerve. "You're soaked," he murmured, his breath warm against her cheek, and for a moment, Olivia couldn't tell if he meant it as a statement or a challenge.

"Maybe we should do something about that," she suggested, her voice low and inviting, emboldened by the thrill of the moment.

With a mischievous grin, Ethan leaned closer, their foreheads almost touching. "I can think of a few things."

Before she knew it, he leaned in, capturing her lips once more. This kiss was ardent and fervent, a perfect reflection of the chaos and beauty of their surroundings. She lost herself in him, the taste of rain and the warmth of his body creating a heady mix that set her senses alight.

Their hands roamed freely, exploring the contours of each other's bodies through the damp fabric, every touch igniting sparks that made Olivia's heart race faster. The world outside faded even further as they surrendered to the moment, lost in the passion that surrounded them like the storm outside.

In that small, intimate space, they were free—free from expectations, free from the watchful eyes of their peers. Just two souls intertwined, navigating the exhilarating labyrinth of young love, with nothing but the sound of the rain and their whispered promises filling the air.

As they devoured each other, the urgency of their desires intensified, and the wet fabric of their clothes became an obstacle they were eager to shed. Ethan's hands gripped Olivia's shirt, pulling it over her head with a fervor that sent shivers racing down her spine. The fabric slid away, leaving her skin exposed to the cool air and the warmth of his touch.