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  I wasn’t sure but, erring on the side of caution, I quickly undressed and knelt on the rug in the centre of the floor in my ready position.

  Oliver wasn’t long, his footsteps striding swiftly across the stone steps outside before he came to an abrupt halt in the doorway when he saw me on the floor. I heard the noise of water bottles being placed on the side, then he shut the door behind him, and I watched his feet as he stood just inside the threshold, presumably still looking at me.

  I felt like I’d knelt there for an eternity, but finally he shifted his feet and cleared his throat. ‘Stand up, Robyn.’

  Wondering if I had done something wrong, I accepted his offered hand as he helped me to my feet, then watched as he peeled off his short-sleeved white shirt to expose his gorgeous tanned, toned chest. To my surprise, instead of initiating something sexual, he draped it around my shoulders to cover me up.

  What on earth was going on?

  ‘We need to talk,’ he murmured, the odd lilt to his voice sending shivers of worry through my chest.

  Chapter Twenty-nine

  Robyn

  Talk? I was naked, and offering myself up to him, but he wanted to talk? That didn’t sound good, at all. Oliver remained silent for a second, not meeting my eyes and continuing to fiddle with the collar of the shirt at my neck before letting out a low sigh. None of which helped to settle my jittery nerves.

  Unsure about what exactly was occurring, I gripped the shirt front and pulled it around myself in a defensive gesture, keeping silent and watching warily as he gazed down at me for several seconds. Whatever it was going on inside his head, he looked almost torn by it, which didn’t reassure me at all.

  Drawing in a deep breath, Oliver dragged me into his arms and buried his head into the hair at the side of the neck. He inhaled deeply, then scooped me into his arms and carried me to the head of the bed.

  After shifting to get us both back against the head rest he cradled me on his bare chest and let out a deep breath as he looked down at me intently. ‘Listen …’ He paused awkwardly, ‘My initial offer was to introduce you to submission to aid your research and allow us to explore a little … but, I want to change my proposition.’

  I frowned. He was changing his mind about me? If he was thinking about finishing things, then it didn’t seem to match the fact that he was currently holding me so closely.

  ‘We’ve grown to know each other these last few weeks, and while I was thrilled on Tuesday night when you said you wanted to submit to me, I … I’ve come to realise that I also want other things with you.’

  ‘Other things?’ This was all so surprising that my voice sounded dry, and feather-light.

  ‘Indeed. I want more, Robyn. It’s not something I ever thought I’d say, but there you go. I said you would change me, and it looks like I was correct,’ he mused, raising a hand to tuck some stray wisps of hair behind my ear. I tilted my head into his palm as if it were custom made to fit there, and a thrill ran through me from the warmth of his skin.

  ‘These last two nights together have made it abundantly clear to me that, with you, it needs to be everything, or nothing. I can’t do this any other way, not with you.’

  Wow. This was a very rapid direction change from his original intentions.

  ‘Wh …’ My voice was so thick I had to clear my throat three times before I could speak. ‘What do you mean, exactly?’

  ‘You will submit to only me. Sleep with only me. No one else,’ Oliver demanded, lowering his voice until each word seemed to vibrate right through my body. Seeing my shocked expression, he nodded once, his earlier nervousness now gone, replaced by an intent determination. ‘I want us to be exclusive, Robyn,’ he stated. I barely had time to get my head around his words before he continued. ‘I’m not looking for a full-time submissive, but I’d like to continue our play sessions, if you’re happy with that. Outside of those times we’d simply be together. A couple. In a relationship, I suppose you’d call it.’

  A couple! Seeing where I’d met Oliver, and what our time together had started out as, being in a proper couple with him was just a crazy thought.

  ‘And you, would you only sleep with me?’ I asked, wondering if he intended his rules to apply to both of us, and hoping desperately that he did.

  ‘Of course.’ He made a face as if my question was ridiculous, and I felt immediately reassured.

  I’d come to Barcelona knowing that I was going to submit to Oliver, and thinking that we might have sex at some point, but now he’d laid this on me. He wanted sex, submission, and everything.

  But what did I want? Did I want a relationship with him? A man of an age I still didn’t know, who seemed beyond my level in terms of sexual experience, sophistication, social standing … everything really. He was what I might term as “way out of my league”, and yet he wanted me. As soon as the question crossed my mind I had to struggle not to laugh out loud – of course I wanted a relationship with him! I’d started to fall for him weeks ago, so what he was now offering was perfect.

  Without realising that I was doing it, I felt myself nodding keenly, my head bobbing about like one of those annoying car toys. ‘Yes.’

  ‘Yes?’ His whole body seemed to bristle with anticipation below mine. ‘Yes to what?’

  ‘Yes, to it all,’ I whispered.

  ‘You’ll be with me? And submit to me?’ He sounded disbelieving, but in response I grinned. Be with me. It seemed such a funny phrase, so juvenile, almost like playground talk of “will you be my girlfriend?” and so funny to hear from Oliver’s sophisticated lips.

  ‘Yes, Oliver, I’ll be with you,’ I answered, still grinning. Oliver’s face softened into an equally broad smile that made him look young, reckless and even more ridiculously handsome than usual. I knew I shouldn’t be questioning this, but I couldn’t help myself. ‘I thought you didn’t date, though?’

  Oliver gave a wry smile, and nodded. ‘I didn’t.’ He cupped my jaw and gently rubbed the pad of his thumb across my cheek, his gaze roaming about my face as if absorbing every detail of my features. ‘And then you came along. My Robyn with a y,’ he murmured thoughtfully, ‘I think I’ve unknowingly been waiting a very long time for you.’

  Talk about deep. He looked completely sincere, so much so that my eyes were burning slightly with happy tears. He liked me, and wanted to progress things with me, and somehow, I just knew that his words hadn’t been said on a whim. He’d meant every single one of them.

  ‘So, what now?’ I asked in a whisper.

  Oliver shifted me slightly in his grasp, and gently trailed one finger down the side of my jaw and along the column of my neck until it dipped beneath the open collar of the shirt I still had draped around me.

  ‘Well, if it’s agreeable with you, now I would like to take my time exploring your body. No Sir, or sub, just you and me, and what I’ve been dying to do to you for weeks.’

  I swallowed so loudly that it gurgled in the air between us, causing Oliver to chuckle, and lower his mouth to kiss along my jaw. ‘Was that a noise of agreement?’

  Licking my parched lips, I nodded, then joined him in a shy smile. ‘Yes.’

  No sooner had the word slipped from my mouth than his lips were upon mine, sealing the deal with a scorching kiss that had me gasping for air, and clutching at the warm skin of his shoulders to steady myself. I was so committed to the kiss that I barely felt us moving, but as a cooler breeze shifted across my skin I realised that I was once again naked, the shirt now tossed to the side.

  Oliver must have moved me with considerable stealth, because I was no longer in his arms either, but lying on the bed beside him as he knelt over me and smiled down at me with a look so adoring that it made my heart race with the implications of what was occurring between us.

  This was really happening. Oliver. Me. No titles, no commands, just us. Everything.

  ‘You are so beautiful, Robyn,’ he murmured, shaking his head in awe and moving his hands to the belt at his waist. What I�
��d seen of him so far was all pretty bloody impressive, too, but the adrenaline rushing around my system seemed to have rendered me incapable of returning his compliment.

  The scraping sound of his zipper made my breath catch, as I realised that I was about to get my first proper view of him fully naked. With him kneeling like this beside me, I had a perfect close-up view of his gorgeous chest, and toned arms, and took the opportunity to openly gawk at him.

  His muscles fascinated me. Previous boyfriends had been OK to look at, but Oliver was something else entirely. His body was lean, with defined pecs, a flat stomach with a hint of a six-pack, and that delicious V of muscle at his waist that disappeared down into his trousers and promised so much below. He wasn’t ripped like a body builder, but he didn’t have an ounce of fat on him, either.

  ‘I rather like it when you stare at me like that,’ Oliver commented, as he made quick work of his belt buckle. ‘You look like you want to eat me alive.’

  I grinned, and swallowed hard to try to kick-start my saliva glands so I might be able to speak again. ‘That’s exactly what I want to do.’

  His eyes darkened at my bold claim, and a smile pulled at his lips as he ripped the belt from his trousers and threw it aside before leaping gracefully from the bed and removing the rest of his clothes.

  When he was finally naked, my eyes dipped lower and I couldn’t help the needy moan that grew in my throat. Seeing him in all his glory had been well worth the wait. He was gorgeous, and rather impressively aroused, with his long, hard cock curving up towards his navel and tempting me to reach out for it. He climbed back onto the bed and crawled towards me, the look of utter possessive determination on his face enough to make my core clench with need. He was such an innately sexual man, his every move, heated look, and touch all seemed to come so easily to him, and turned me on until I could barely keep still.

  It had only been a matter of a minute or so since we’d kissed, but it felt like an eternity, and so I greedily reached for him and dragged him towards me so we could kiss again. Our lips met clumsily at first, because of my desperation, but Oliver seamlessly took over, slowing my movements so we could enjoy the moment and really appreciate how good we felt together like this. And it was so good I could hardly cope with the feelings flowing around my body.

  But cope I did. I planned to take full advantage of this night with this gorgeous man, and so, following his lead, I forced my hands to slow, too. As we continued to kiss, I began to explore the flat planes of his back, the bumps and dips of his spine, and the firm fullness of his bum – which was definitely the nicest arse I’d ever had the pleasure of fondling.

  He was supporting his weight on one arm as he leaned above me, but Oliver’s free hand was also moving across my skin, teasing and pulling at my nipples, trailing down over my quivering stomach, and circling across the ticklish spots at my hipbones until I was writhing below him, my hips jerking and bucking with each contact and desperate for his touch to move just a fraction lower to where I needed it the most.

  He didn’t leave me waiting long, but as soon as he trailed his fingers down and felt the slickness between my legs, he let out a rough groan and ripped his lips from mine. ‘I have to taste you,’ he rasped, his eyes wide and wild with his apparent desperation.

  Instead of crawling down between my legs, Oliver took the shortest route, simply turning himself on the spot and leaning down over my belly to bury his head between my legs. He was on all fours, so his knees were now next to my head, and his cock hanging there, tempting me to touch it as it throbbed and jerked in the air. Reaching up with my right hand, I gripped his erection and gave a slow drag of my hand from balls to tip, which gained me the reward of a hard suck to my clit.

  A yelp tore its way up my throat, and my hips jerked upwards into his face, causing Oliver to chuckle against my skin and up his efforts even more. I let out another breathy moan, again causing Oliver to laugh, but then he removed his lips briefly from his task and glanced back at me in amusement.

  ‘Hush, cariño, the windows are open and some of my family are still on the terrace outside.’

  Shit. He was right. I had been so focused on the moment that I had blocked out everything else, but if I listened hard I could hear the quiet murmur of voices up on the patio. They were quite a way away, but still, I didn’t want them to overhear me while I shagged their son.

  Feeling carefree and wild, I maintained his gaze and gave his cock a squeeze before slowly trailing my tongue across my lips. ‘Perhaps you should put something in my mouth to quieten me, then.’

  Oliver’s eyebrows jumped in surprise, but he didn’t take long to follow my suggestion. Grabbing some pillows, he propped my head up a bit, and retook his kneeling position so one leg was either side of my head. Oliver’s beautiful cock was now swaying like a pole just above my face. He slid his knees down the bed, lowering his hips until the tip of his erection bumped against my lips. I opened immediately, licking the broad head and humming my approval when I tasted the saltiness of pre-come already coating the tip.

  Oliver growled, but dropped his head and resumed licking and teasing at my slick flesh. He nibbled on my lower lips, tugged and teased my clit with his teeth and tongue, and dipped his tongue in and out of my opening in a series of moves that quickly drove me wild.

  Reaching up, I slid both of my hands around to rest on his buttocks, using my grip there to help me lift my head up and down so I could take more of him into my mouth with each movement.

  We might not be playing as Dom and sub tonight, but there was no getting away from the fact that this was an extremely dominant position. If he chose to, Oliver could easily thrust right in my mouth and make me gag, but he didn’t. He continued to lick and suck at me, all the while giving small, shallow thrusts into my mouth, showing an amazing amount of self-control in such an intense situation.

  Taking my clit into his mouth, he began to suck on it in a rhythmic motion; hard, soft, hard, soft, hard, soft, and after the rest of his build-up, it was enough to cause a climax to come rushing up on me. Planting my feet on the mattress, I bent my knees and squeezed my thighs around his head as Oliver held my hips down and wouldn’t let me escape the pleasure of his mouth as he worked me through my orgasm.

  I muffled my pleasured cries on his cock, jerking my head up to take even more of his length into my mouth, and having to fight the urge to clench my teeth and bite when the peak of my pleasure crested and my body was reduced to a jellified state below him.

  As my body floated on the receding waves of my pleasure, I tried to up my moves so Oliver could achieve his climax, too. I bobbed my head up so frantically that he bumped against the back of my throat and I gagged on almost every move, but I didn’t care. If the noises he was now making were any indication, then Oliver seemed to be loving this, and from the jerking of his hips it seemed that he was close to losing control. Just as I thought I was about to make him come, he bolted upright, ripping his cock from my mouth and spinning on the bed to drop down beside me and kiss me hard on the lips.

  Our tastes mingled, the saltiness of his pre-come on my tongue and the musk of my arousal that was spread across his lips and nose, but it didn’t bother me. If anything, it just seemed to heighten how erotic this all felt.

  His hot body pressed against mine, he ground his jutting arousal against my hip, until he finally lifted his head and shifted his body so he was nestled between my legs, his cock lying heavy and hard on my belly.

  ‘Dios, you are so incredible, Robyn.’ He trailed his lips across my jaw, before coming back to my mouth. ‘That felt amazing, but if it is OK with you, I really want to be buried inside of you tonight.’

  I wiggled my hips to show just how much I liked that idea, but also backed it up with a frantic nod and audible reply. ‘God, yes.’

  ‘Condom,’ he muttered, moving as if to lift off me, but I linked my legs around his waist and held him close. ‘I’m on the pill,’ I whispered, ‘and clean.’

  Olive
r’s eyes flashed with lust, and he nodded. ‘I’m also clean, and so desperate to feel you wrapped around me that I can’t wait another second.’ Jerking his hips back, he lined up the tip of his cock with my entrance and stared into my eyes as he slowly began to press forwards.

  I sucked in a gasp at the feel of his hot, hard shaft rubbing across my sensitive flesh then pushing inside. He was stretching me, and while it felt really bloody good, he was also broad, bigger than any of my exes had been, and I had to grip his biceps to make him slow down so I could accommodate him. ‘Yes … like that … slowly … let me get used to you.’

  Oliver nodded, seeming to understand my need for a second or two to adjust to his size, even though his self-control did seem to be taking a toll on his composure; there was now a visible tension in his jaw, and a sheen of sweat on his forehead. Like a true gentleman, though, he took care of me, easing himself in and out of me inch by inch, allowing me to stretch around him until finally he was buried to the hilt.

  We both let out shuddered groans of approval, and Oliver placed another heated kiss on my lips as he slowly ground his hips in a circle to help me adjust to the feel of him moving inside me.

  ‘OK, cariño?’ he asked softly, the complete adoration and concern in his tone almost undoing me. As I gazed into his intent blue eyes I got a warm, tight feeling in my chest, which was comforting, but simultaneously almost overwhelming. It was all too clear to me what it was – I had fallen for him. Fallen so fast and so hard that it would be terrifying if I let myself dwell upon it.

  So I didn’t.

  Instead, I focused on the here and now, and the incredible feeling of being full to the brim with Oliver Wolfe. ‘Yes … Oh God, yes. It feels amazing.’

  ‘You feel amazing,’ he corrected me. ‘Or perhaps I should say we feel amazing.’

  He was right there; we really did feel amazing together. We fitted like two pieces of a jigsaw. Oliver withdrew to the tip, then oh-so-slowly pressed forward again, his shaft managing to rub against every sweet spot and sensitised nerve along the way. Pleasure spiralled through me, and I threw my head back and clenched my eyes shut to try to avoid yelling out my enjoyment.