Shaylivia Smut

Indulge

Olivia lays across her tufted chaise as the rain falls against the big glass windows of their somewhat new apartment. The winter nights have been so cold, even more so when she's alone, but she's grateful for not having to work late.

The new loft she shares with Shayne isn't huge, Olivia actually prefers the term, cozy. It even has a tiny fireplace, not real of course. They've settled in nicely and it's perfect for them. Plus, it's all theirs. After an excruciatingly long day, she's lost in a murder mystery novel and missing her Shayne.

He's been in San Diego for his winter vacation while hers was sadly cut two weeks short. She's been working tirelessly, but determinedly, through her roles at Smosh. Olivia is a go getter and she'll do whatever she can to ensure her resume stays polished. Even if that meant less time at home with her family and friends. Even if that meant two weeks, an extremely long and lonely two weeks, without her man.

Only one more day.

Filming doesn't resume until next week, so in the little window of time she's not running all over the city, she takes time for herself. Tonight, she's already treated herself to a much-needed evening of pampering; from a cucumber face mask to a fresh manicure to a full body honey scrub and soak. She poured a glass of wine, lit a few candles and threw some light jazz on the speakers Shayne set up around the apartment. It also makes her feel a little less lonely.

Now her silk robe feels unbelievably soft against her smooth legs while the air feels a little stuffier. She settles in and reads each passage, Shayne constantly penetrating the back of her mind, becoming hotter by the second. Dipping a hand beneath the luxurious fabric she trails her fingers down, their steamy and passionate last night together replaying over and over while she mindlessly flips through the pages. She's tempted by the wine. Or the novel. Or maybe from missing Shayne, but she doesn't care when her middle finger starts circling her clit, needing this itch to be scratched. Olivia feels hot when she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.

Just like Shayne usually does.

Her hips start rolling when her chest feels flush, forgetting about the wine and discarding the novel; thinking only of her boyfriend and how badly she wants him. Slipping a finger inside, she hums in pleasure wishing he were here. It feels like forever since his rough hands have caressed every bare curve and crevice of her body and she needs it now more than ever. She's fantasizing about his hot tongue sending her over the cliffs of passion, craving it like never before. Olivia contemplates calling him just to hear his voice, maybe asking him to talk dirty to her while she gets herself off.

It's so hot in here.

Her vision goes a little hazy when she starts to overheat, approaching her destination and blocking out her surroundings; completely missing the chime of the front door's sensor. Olivia nearly screams at the figure in the doorway, but then his face calms her racing heart and she can barely believe he's here and conjured from her imagination. She wants to jump into his arms or slap him for scaring her, but she's too caught up in pleasure; even more so now that he's back.

"Fuck Olivia" He marvels with a heaving chest at the sight of her

He moves closer to her like an animal to its prey. She's flustered instantly taking him in shamelessly. He stands before her like a dream, dripping wet from the rain and penetrating eyes feasting on her like he's been famished for weeks.

"Shayne" She breathes out in moan and frustration.

In a second he's kneeling in front of her, gaze running wild up and down her figure. 

"I decided to surprise you, I couldn't wait another day" He said. 

He cups her head and steers her up to him, moving his hand down to take over for her. 

"I'm so fucking glad I didn't" He said.

His lips crash onto hers and it feels like the breaking of waves all over her body, reacting to his touch like she has for years, so mind blowing every single time. Olivia can't control her hands as they run all over his body, needing to feel every single bit of his warm skin. When her touch leaves his arms, they move to his torso, currently covered in cotton. She whines with his mouth on her neck, tugging on his soaked shirt to get it off his body. He looks up at her with a smirk, pulling it off and shaking out his wet hair carelessly.

Normally she would scold him for acting like such a child, or a dog, but right now he looks so delectable she can't help but hold her tongue, running it over her lips instead. She sits up into his embrace and kisses him with an open mouth, fingers running through his hair. Olivia has always loved kissing Shayne but when it's been days apart, he kisses her like he's starving, and she loves how much he's missed her; how much he wants her and it never ceases to surprise her how much she wants him, too.

When they're out of breath, he just holds her, panting and smiling with his dimples on full display and his forehead pressed to hers. She leans back on her elbows when he re situates on the carpet, eyes never leaving her. Olivia could stare at him forever, the messiness of his hair, the firm muscles under soft skin, and God, that smile. He's back on her, hands framing her face softly. 

"I love you" He said.

Olivia looks like the embodiment of his dreams, she always does but after weeks without her, it's even more surreal. Her body looks perfect in the red fabric billowing around her curves, he could just stare at her forever. He loves her long dark hair, her bare face between his palms and the fire in her eyes; he loves her more than anything in the world and right now, he just wants to show her. Dropping his hands from her face, he stands to slide his jeans off and step out of his boxers, not wanting the wet, constricting material clinging to his body anymore.

Shayne nudges her onto her back, posed up on the plush pillows and hastily unties her robe. He leans down to kiss all over the exposed skin of her stomach, her smooth skin. His thumbs start rubbing at her hips and sensually moving down in little circles. Olivia starts keening at his touch, he knows where she's most sensitive. He also knows she's a little tipsy when he eyes the red wine on the end table and the deep flush across her breasts.

The pad of his thumb lands on her clit, circling it slowly as he moves in time with her hips. His mouth descends onto her neck, kissing across her collarbone. Lingering on her nipples for a few seconds, drunk off the sounds she's making, he wraps his free arm around her waist. He pulls her a little closer and lowers his mouth where she wants him most. Shaking in his hold, Olivia tugs at his hair as he runs his tongue up and down her slit. It only propels him further when his name falls from her lips every few seconds. He can't help but moan at her taste as it trickles out of her when she climaxes.

Shayne crawls up her body, making quick work of hitching her legs around his waist. One arm supports her bottom while his free hand cradles her head to his chest. He lifts her up and carries her over to their bed. She pushes his hair out of his eyes and off his forehead, an angelic smile on her face as she looks into his eyes. She leans in to peck his lobe and whispers an I missed you, Shayne.

Olivia moves across his neck with her lips, kissing and nipping all over.

Boy, did he miss her.

He sits down on the bed, holding her close in his lap. Olivia takes no time aligning her hips on his and easing down onto him, rock hard for her. As always, they're consumed by this heat between them, the pleasure of loving each other. Olivia rolls her hips slowly, adjusting to his stretch.In a matter of seconds, she's riding him and moaning at the ceiling. She's rubbing her bare chest against him with each flick of her hips, making Shayne groan when he feels her hardened nipples grazing his skin. He can't get his hands everywhere he wants them, never having quite enough of her. She's so sexy rocking her body against his. He tugs at her hair and slaps her ass, watching as the orgasm starts to take her. Moving his hips to help her ride it out, hand moving to the curve of her lower back, he watches in awe as she throws her head back in pleasure. Her neck is exposed to him while his thumb is in place, rubbing her to release.