Bloom [Completed]

Chapter Fifteen

There on my best pair of underwear is a little red spot.

It may as well be in the shape of a middle finger. I roll my eyes high to the heavens, you've got to be joking!

I desperately try to wipe it away but there's no denying it. It won't budge.

I scramble in my purse for my phone and open my period tracking app. I stare at the calendar little box that tells me, yup today is the day Aunt Flow comes to town.

Come to think of it, I vaguely remember getting a notification yesterday letting me know.

I huff in exasperation and stuff a wad of toilet paper between my legs for good measure. That will have to do.

As I'm washing my hands it dawns on me again that there is a sexy, well-dressed man waiting on the couch with a bottle of wine.

I take a deep breath, play it cool. Just because you got your period, doesn't mean it has to ruin the night.

I smooth my dress down and make my way through the door and across the great room towards Oliver.

He smiles at my reappearance and I shyly smile back, tucking my hair behind my ears.

"Red wine okay?" He asks as if nothing has changed.

I nod once and take a seat next to him. All that's changed is that I can't have sex with him tonight. That doesn't mean we can't do other stuff, I think coyly.

"Tonight has been really relaxing, thank you." He surprises me with his sincerity.

"You're welcome," I murmur against my wine glass. Stop undressing him with your eyes!

Is there a chance I could be more sexually attracted to him because I know I can't have him? I squeeze my thighs together tightly and run my hand up my leg that's closest to him.

He notices and his eyes darken. In a bold move, he reaches across and rests his hand on top of my own. Now I can tell he's the one undressing me with his eyes. They rake over my body slowly and I find myself leaning in.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" He asks, leaning in as well.

"Mmhmm," I say back. Oh, his lips! I'd almost forgotten how delicious and plump his lips looked, framed perfectly by dark facial hair.

I look up from his lips to his eyes. They are deep, hooded grey pools of desire. I can only imagine mine look the same. Lust filled.

He glances down at my lips then back again.

"Your lips," he whispers. "Micheal Angelou would've painted those lips,"

I let out a shaky breath. "Yours too," I smile and he looks at my lips once more.

"I'd like to kiss you if that's alright Billie?"

I lick my lips in anticipation.
"Yes," I say confidently. There's nothing more I want right now than to feel your lips press onto mine.

And with my permission, he closes the distance and gently kisses me.

The embers in my belly ignite into flames as he kisses me and my fingers instantly reach for his beard.

My fingers trail through the hair and grip at his jaw line.

His hands simultaneously snake around my waist pulling me closer to his chest.

His tongue licks against my lips, seeking entrance and I allow him.

A random thought pops into my head, I don't like kissing with tongues! But I ignore it. Just because ever other guy you've hooked up with has had the tongue of a fish, doesn't mean Oliver will...

So I let him French kiss me and as it's happening I find myself moaning in pleasure. Oh, this feels right.

Oliver's hands roam over my body and I even feel him sigh in response.

I pull back breathless and pry my lingering hands from his Greek godlike beard. He notices and laughs a little. His eyes are wide with excitement now, his lips parted as he too catches his breath.

"Well," he smiles at me.

I grin stupidly back. Oh, that special smile only for me!

"Was that as good for you as it was for me?" He asks incredulously.

"You bet," I laugh nervously in response.

We stare at each other for a moment before I decide that was glorious and it needs to happen again.

I lean in bearing a cheeky grin and he knows full well what I want.

He pecks me lightly on the mouth. His lips are like butter they're so soft.

"I've wanted to kiss you for awhile..." he admits to me.

My hands are resting on his chest, feeling the smooth fabric there.

"No? Since when?" I ask a little shocked.

"Since that time we looked at the view from my office together." He smiles down at me almost proud.

I sigh with delight. Actually, if I'm honest with myself I wanted to kiss him then too.

Oliver makes a move to leave the couch and I frown.

"Do you want to see the rest of the house?" He says laughing at my expression.

I nod and clamber off the couch with him, following behind like a lost puppy.

He points down the short hallway at a closed wooden door.

That must be his bedroom, I think excitedly. But my enthusiasm failures slightly and without thinking I blurt out, "How many girls have you taken back here?"

He pauses with his hand on the door handle confused. "Just you, remember? No one's been here before."

"Oh," I blush, that's right. But in the back of my mind I do wonder how many girls he's slept with, with his face looking like that.

He shakes his head and glides into the room.

As I enter I look around and see much the same white walls as the rest of the apartment and a large, luxurious white bed in the very center of the room.

"Wow," I murmur walking right the way around it, grazing my hand across the plush fabric as I go.

I stop at the foot of the bed and look up feeling eyes watching me. And indeed Oliver is watching as he stands in the doorway to what looks like his walk-in closet.

He licks his lips and then begins removing his tie, tossing it on a dresser behind him.

I lick my lips involuntarily in response. How far should we take this tonight? Given my... situation downstairs?
When is the right time to tell someone, 'sorry I'd really like to fuck you but I can't because I'm on my period.'?

I stroll deliberately, slowly over to him and rest my hands on his chest. I run my hands up to his broad strong shoulders and push his blazer off at the same time.

All I can think about right now is how much I want him. I'm desperate to see his naked body, which I'm sure matches the Greek god's face.

I tug him by his shirt over to the waiting bed and I sit down in front of him with a small smile on my face.

He leans down eagerly and plants a chaste kiss on my cheek before going in to kiss me on the mouth with his full force. I fall back into the bed with a giggle against his lips.

Instantly my hands and his are pawing at one another.
And there's that little thought niggling in the back of my mind telling me I should stop this before it goes too far.

Just as his hands are running up my thighs and reaching for my bum, I push against his chest abruptly, stopping all kissing and touching.

"Wait," I pant, "I can't..."