Chapter 3: Rising Action
Emily's heart raced with excitement as she felt Oliver's chest pressed up against hers, the muscular planes of his torso flexing under her fingers as she ran them through the light dusting of hair that covered his pecks. His heartbeat pounded beneath her fingertips, strong and steady, just like the man himself. She had imagined this moment so many times during his incarceration, and now it was finally here, the anticipation coursing through her veins and filling every inch of her being with light and warmth.
Oliver's strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her close and making her feel safe and protected. She could feel his heartbeat against her chest, and the beating was in sync with her own.
Slowly, he reached for her face, tracing her cheekbone with the tips of his fingers, sending shivers down her spine. Emily's heart raced as she felt herself lean into his touch, craving it in a way she had never known before.
Without breaking eye contact, Oliver leaned in, pressing his lips gently against hers.
Emily couldn't help but let out a soft sigh, feeling her body relax into his touch. He deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking entrance to explore her warm, welcoming mouth. Emily met his tongue with hers, tangling them together as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Oliver's hands wandered down her back, tracing the curve of her spine before gripping her hips firmly. Emily felt a shiver run down her spine as he pulled her closer, their bodies melding together as they lost themselves in each other.
Her breasts were pressed against his muscular chest, and his hands trailed up her sides, cupping her breasts in a possessive grip. She moaned into his mouth as he sucked on her bottom lip, the sensation making her knees weak with desire.
Oliver's fingers traced down her back, giving her goosebumps with every light touch. Emily bit back a cry as he moved her hips against his in a slow, unmistakable rhythm. He groaned into her mouth as she ground down on him, feeling his hardness pressed against her slick sex.
Oliver's fingers dove into her hair, gripping firmly as he deepened their kiss.
Emily's body felt like it was on fire as she felt him grow impossibly harder against her. She moaned into his mouth as she spread her legs wider, inviting him in.
With a low growl, Oliver broke the kiss to trail his lips along her jaw and down her neck. He nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin, making Emily gasp and writhe under him. Her hands clenched on his shoulders as she arched her back, offering herself up to him.
Oliver's kissed trailed down to her collarbone, and then to her cleavage. She wore a lacy bra that left little to the imagination, barely covering her nipples. He kissed around the soft fabric, making Emily moan and writhe beneath him.
Oliver pulled away, and Emily's eyes fluttered open. She looked up at him with desire burning in her gaze.
"You're overdressed," he said, his voice low and husky.
He reached around her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Emily's breath hitched as he looked at her bare breasts with appreciation burning in his eyes. She felt a surge of desire as he traced his fingers over her nipples, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.
He dipped his head and took one hardened peak into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his teeth. Emily couldn't help but arch her back, offering herself up to him.
Her breath came in shallow, quick gasps as Oliver continued to tease her sensitive nipples with his teeth and tongue.
He sucked on one, then the other, until they were hard and swollen, aching for more of his attention. Emily's fingers clenched into his hair, a moan escaping her lips as she gave into the pleasure.
"You feel so good, Emily," Oliver murmured, before moving lower still.
He trails his hands down her body, before cupping her ass in his strong, capable hands.
Emily couldn't help the gasp that escaped her lips as he squeezes her cheeks, pressing himself firmly against her.
"You like that?" Oliver teased, his voice low and rumbling with desire.
"Yes," Emily breathed, arching her back to grind herself against him. "I want you so badly, Oliver."
Oliver groans in response, before lifting her up and setting her on the edge of the sink. He nudges her legs apart, stepping between them as he looks down at her with hunger burning in his eyes.
His hands trail down her smooth thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Emily feels her heart racing as he inch-by-inch reaches her heated core.
"Oh, Ol," she breathes out, arching her back as she feels his fingers skim along her wet folds.
He groans, bending down to suckle at her nipples, making her whimper with pleasure. His fingers plunge inside of her, filling her as she wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
Her head falls back, a tantalizing moan escaping her lips as she finds herself helpless under his touch. He starts to move slowly, rotating his fingers inside of her, teasing and tantalizing her sensitive spot with steady pressure.
Emily clenches her teeth, her nails dig into his shoulders as she fights the urge to push him closer, faster. He captures her mouth, his tongue meeting hers in a passionate dance. She can feel his hardness pressing against her hip, making her body writhe with want.
Oliver's mouth breaks from hers, tracing a hot path down her neck and over her collarbone. With each touch, she feels herself losing control, every cell in her body begging for more.
He continues his path, his hands gliding down her waist, trailing a line to the hem of her underwear . He grips it, hitching it to her the side , and Emily feels the cool air of the bedroom on her exposed skin.
Her heart races as she feels him touch her there, his fingers tracing the line of her panties.
She gasps as he slips one, then two fingers beneath the fabric, caressing her slick folds.
"Oliver," she breathes, his name like a prayer on her lips.
He leans down, nipping at her earlobe with his teeth, sending shivers down her spine as his fingers continue to tease her.
"Yes, Emily?" he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.
"Please," she whimpers, not even sure what she's asking for. All she knows is that she wants more, needs more of his touch.
His fingers slide easily inside her, stretching her in a delicious way that sends knowing tremors through her body. She shifts on the counter, causing Oliver to groan and press harder against her, grinding his pelvis against her heated core.
Emily bites her lip hard to keep from crying out, her body trying to tell Oliver in no uncertain terms how much she wants this, needs his touch to ease the ache that has built up over these months apart. Time seems to stand still as they continue exploring one another, their bodies synchronizing in a beautiful harmony of need and desire.
Emily can feel the tension building up, her muscles tensing as she gets closer and closer to the edge of pleasure.
Oliver's fingers moves in and out of her with quick, deliberate movements that send sparks of pleasure cascading through her body. His thumb rubs against her clit with every thrust, making her breath hitch and her heart race. Emily could feel herself on the verge of release, the pressure in her core building up to an unbearable point.
"Don't stop, Oliver," she whimpers, clutching his shoulders as she writhes against him.
Oliver growls, kissing her fiercely as he plunges a third finger inside her, sending Emily over the edge. She cries out against his lips, her muscles clenching around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her.
Her body feels like it's floating, the world around her fading away as she surrenders herself to the blissful sensations. Oliver holds her tightly, slowing his movements as she comes down from her high.
She can feel his heart pounding against hers, the rhythm synced up as they both catch their breath.
Oliver presses a gentle kiss to her forehead as he pulls out of her, the loss like a small ache.
"I've missed you so much," he whispers, his words filled with raw emotion. Emily nods, unable to find her voice just yet. She's too caught up in the moment, too overwhelmed by the whirlwind of emotions that swirls inside her.
Finally, she takes a deep breath, feeling like she can face the world again. "I've missed you too," she whispers back, looking up at him with a faint smile.
She brushes a stray lock of hair away from his forehead, marveling at the feel of him against her fingertips. "More than I can say."
Oliver leans down, pressing his lips to hers in a gentle, lingering kiss. Emily sighs into it, letting herself get lost in the feel of his lips on hers. She presses herself closer to him, not wanting to let go.
But eventually, they both have to come up for air. Oliver rests his forehead against hers, gazing down at her with a soft smile on his face.
Emily feels a warmth spread through her chest, her heart swelling with love for this man who has been her rock through so many tumultuous storms.
"I love you, Emily," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I love you too, Oliver," she replies, reaching up to cup his cheek in her hand. "So much."
He leans into her touch, his eyes closing for a moment as he savors the feeling of her skin against his. When he opens them again, there's a determination burning bright in their depths.
Emily feels a shiver of anticipation run down her spine as she realizes what he's about to do.
"Stay here," he commands, his voice low and firm.
He steps back from her, his hands lingering on her hips for just a moment before he pulls them away. Emily can't help but feel a slight pang of disappointment as he moves away, but she knows that this is all part of the experience.
Oliver quickly sheds his clothes, leaving him standing before her in all his naked glory.
Emily's eyes widen as she takes in the sight of him, her body reacting almost immediately to the delicious display of masculinity before her. She could feel herself growing wet, her core clenching in anticipation of what was to come.
Oliver approaches her again, his movements fluid and confident. Emily feels a thrill run through her as she realizes that he's been waiting for this moment just as much as she has, if not more so.
She watches as he steps closer to her, his eyes burning with desire as he takes her in. She parts her lips in anticipation of his touch, her body trembling with need.
Oliver reaches out a hand to gently brush a stray lock of hair from Emily's face, his fingers lingering on her cheek for just a moment before trailing down her neck and over her shoulder. Goosebumps erupt on her skin in their wake, and she can't help but shiver at the sensation.
"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.
Emily feels her heart flutter in her chest at his words. She's always been confident in her appearance, but hearing him say it sends a thrill through her that she can't quite describe.
"Thank you," she replies softly, reaching up to take his hand in hers.
She entwines their fingers together, and Oliver's grip tightens almost imperceptibly. She can see the want burning in his eyes, and she knows that they're both on the same page.