Bloom [Completed]

Chapter Twenty Nine

Mature Content

It was Oliver of course. As I welcomed him in I hurriedly tidied the lounge picking things up. I was a little embarrassed at the state of it and very out of sorts having been woken so suddenly when I didn't intend to fall asleep in the first place.

Did my breath stink? Oh man, I forgot to get changed out of this stupid tight dress.

"I'm sorry, I -" I paused to gauge whether to tell the truth or not. "I fell asleep."

"Did you now?" Oliver chuckled.

He stood near the doorway acting just as awkward as I felt.

"Sorry," I repeated. "I had this awful conversation with my mum about you and then I just..."

"About me?" His hands were stuffed into his pockets and his eyes on the floor.

"Yeah, I was just telling her about you and she was just being her usual nosy self."

"Hmm," Oliver mused not really looking at anything in particular around the room.

I watched him for a moment before moving to stand before him.

"All good things I promise. She just mentioned my exes and it upset me. But I'm better now. That nap really helped." I smiled ducking my head to capture his eyes.

A small smile tugged at his lips but didn't reach his eyes.

"How was your day?" I asked trying to change the subject.

"Ugh," he rolled his eyes. "I just can't wait for all this shit to blow over."

"I bet," I said stepping forward and wrapping my arms around him.

He hugged me back tightly as if we hadn't seen each other in months rather than hours. His smell invaded my senses and I closed my eyes breathing it in.

We stood like that for a minute before I pulled back and checked his expression, which was decidedly happier.

"Okay let me get out of this dress and then we can go. I hope Cole's not waiting for us." I said finally turning towards my room.

Oliver caught my hand in his and followed as I towed him down the hall.

"This dress," he murmured against my neck as I stood before my wardrobe. He placed a warm kiss there which burned, flipping my stomach.

"Let me help you out of it," his voice was so sexy and so suggestive.

"Yes please," my own voice came out in a whisper and I wondered if he could hear the desire in it as well.

He knew what he was doing and boy were my insides excited.

Standing behind me, he slowly undid the zip on the back of my figure-hugging dress. His hands lingering at my bum on the way down.

Thank god I was wearing a nice lacy thong. I could only imagine how good his view was right now.

He tugged the straps off my shoulders and let the fabric fall to my feet. I stepped out and turned to face him, my hands instantly reached for his beard.

The fading evening light through the windows made it hard to see his eyes clearly. But his dark grey orbs pierced into mine as he leant in for a kiss.

As we kissed he walked us over to the bed. As I fell back onto it I pulled him with me. A small giggle escaped my lips and Oliver grinned, pleased with himself.
My hands darted towards his belt buckle and I unfastened his pants. Oliver's hands massaged my already bare breasts. Thank fuck I hadn't worn a bra today!
We were both panting now, fingers roughly trying to get at one another. He quickly tore his shirt over his head, not bothering with the buttons. His hands slid down between my legs then and I groaned in pleasure.
This was fast, hot and rough. Very different to the other times we'd had sex. He flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my bum back up to meet his crotch. I felt like I was giving over to my senses and completely trusting him, which I think I quite enjoyed. After all, his intense controlling front at work was bound to show up in our relationship somewhere. I liked that he only smiled for me and turned into a puddle of emotion, but this side of him was just as attractive.

After whipping down my knickers to my knees he pulled his own pants down. He slid into me from behind and we both moaned out loud in unison. He paused for only a moment there caressing my ass before thrusting against me and picking up speed.

It was so deep and intense I wasn't sure how much longer I could take. I wasn't so sure how long he would last at this fast pace either.

"Come here," He panted and I quickly turned around to his welcoming arms.

We stood at the edge of the bed making out and our hands roaming all over.
He grabbed my bum and lifted one leg up before entering me once more.
Our lips remained connected as he pounded into me again and again. Oliver groaned into my mouth as I bit down on his bottom lip.

I could feel the tension building for us both and my insides ached with anticipation. As I expected, Oliver's climax soon followed and he clasped my face in his hand as he kissed me passionately.

He lay me down on the edge of the bed again, holding my legs wide apart as he sank to his knees. He looked as if he were praying. His head dipped low and I felt him kiss the apex of my thigh. And then on the other side. Before delicately kissing my sweet spot. His tongue glided over my lips and I moaned in ecstasy. That felt incredible. He started slowly building me up and up, listening for my cries of pleasure to guide him into the right rhythm. After a few moments, I started to rock my hips back and forth against the pressure of his tongue, desperate for release. All my muscles down there were clenched together and I began holding my breath the longer I focused. He kept up his lavish assault on me as my own climax began to build. I could feel it rise through me like a tidal wave through my bloodstream. Then it crashed intensely sending shock waves through my body as it went and I cried out loudly. Oliver was suddenly kissing me silencing all my moaning.

Wow, I thought blissfully. I could really use a nap now!

I lay there panting for a moment while I listened to the sounds of clothes shuffling and belts buckling again.

"Come on," Oliver tossed me a shirt from my closet. "Mum's waiting for us for dinner."

"Give me a bloody second!" I laughed but sat up and started getting ready. "Also can you not mention your Mum while I'm still naked, thanks."

Oliver chuckled darkly to himself as he fastened the button on his blazer. "Noted,"