Living With You (Pt. 1)
Olivia Marsh x Male Reader
5.5k Words
Life has been full of ups and downs but you still graduated from a well-known university in Australia. Consistent grades, clean record, great friends, you had your own motorcycle and after a few more months of saving, you’d be able to buy your own car. If you think about it, you’re really living the life your younger self dreamed of but somehow, it still felt incomplete.
You didn’t feel empty and, although you were multilingual, you didn’t feel like a robot. It just felt like you weren’t whole, like you were just drifting through life happily but not at a hundred percent.
You were fluent in 3 to 4 languages other than English and this helped you land a stable job.
However, after almost three years of staying in the same company where you felt overworked, underpaid, and undervalued, you decided to resign and maybe take a couple of months off before looking for another job.
It was definitely the right thing to do
You felt better after spending some time by yourself and catching up with some of your friends and realizing that you’re one lucky bastard. Why?
Because you graduated from the same university and became close friends with THE Olivia Marsh. A beautiful South Korean-Australian girl with a bright and lovely personality.
She had signed with a label and debuted as an artist but you still got to hangout with her every now and then.
The two of you met at a cafe recently. She told you about her job and you told her about yours.
“You know, I heard you’re a great photographer as well. Is it true?” Olivia said while munching on a pastry she ordered.
“And where did you hear that?” You said, leaning back comfortably in your seat.
“Oh, around campus. They didn’t really say your name, they just called you Du*ling*.” She said, a teasing look on her face.
You laughed at the nickname.
“So I’m an owl now? Not sure about ‘great’ but I do know how to work angles and lighting and stuff like that.” You replied, not really one to boast.
“Great! I’ll give your number to my manager and he’ll contact you regarding the price and schedule.” Excitement evident in her voice.
“Wait, what? What’s happening?” You were confused.
“Well, you’re looking for a job and we’ve been looking for a photographer so I was thinking we could help each other out?” Your best friend said while pulling her phone out from her bag.
“Yes, of course! I’d be happy to help.” You said without hesitation.
“Thank you so much! It’ll be worth it, I promise” A smile appears on her face.
“I should be the one thanking you,” you said, returning a smile.
Hours went by of catching-up, eating some pastries while spilling some tea, until both of you eventually parted ways and said goodnight.
You received a text from her manager the next day and spent hours preparing and organizing what you’ll need. Your outfit, different lenses, an extra of this and that; triple-checking everything before packing all your gear.
The rest of the week went by quickly.
Liv kept texting you that she’ll try to convince her team to increase your pay and you kept saying that she really did not have to but she insisted on it.
D-day eventually came, you punched in the address they sent and rode your motorcycle.
When you arrived, everything had already been set up but you couldn’t find your friend and she wasn’t replying to your texts either.
You asked around and were told that they were still getting her outfits ready so you looked for a bench nearby to set up your camera.
Her manager spotted you and gave you more information about today’s shoot while leading you to the first location. You followed and saw this wide area where a few lights and a huge fan were set-up.
“I’ll go see if she’s ready. You can wait here and let the others know if you want to adjust anything.” Her manager said before leaving you there.
While waiting, you decided to talk to some of the staff you’ll be working with and noticed an ‘X’ mark on the ground.
I guess that’s where she’ll be standing
You were scanning the area when Olivia finally came out. She was wearing an all-white dress that hugged her curves and showed just enough cleavage. It was the first time you saw her in a dress and your jaw nearly dropped to the floor.
She walked towards the mark and the shoot finally started. You held your camera steady, taking multiple photos in different angles as she tried different poses.
Her radiant beauty and stunning visuals just lured you in and you couldn’t help but notice the way her long brown hair complimented her overall look, how smooth her skin looks, her perfectly pink lips, how the sunlight seemed to dance on her skin, and how comfortable she was.
You remained professional and continued taking photos. They switched the fan on this time and she closed her eyes as the wind blew her hair. You moved to the right, trying a different angle, and she struck a different pose. One that you wouldn’t forget.
She placed her hands behind her back, her feet together, and bent forward almost halfway. You had a perfect view of her cleavage and the sunlight hit perfectly, showing you her silhouette underneath the thin fabric of her dress.
Thank God I have my own camera.
After a few more clicks, everyone moved back inside the studio and you followed.
“Just one more outfit and we’re almost done, keep up the good work!” You heard someone say.
Olivia went back to the dressing room and you looked through the photos you had taken.
No, keep it professional. You told yourself, trying not to zoom in on certain photos.
Distracted, you didn’t see her come out and just heard another staff member shout “Let’s switch the lights!”
You looked up, the houselights went off and the studio lights switched on. Standing in the center was your best friend, in another white dress that revealed more than the previous one did.
She wore a white tube top paired with a white skirt that stopped mid-thigh, and a white see-through cover up.
It’ll be worth it, I promise!
Her words repeated in your head. Is this what she meant?
You were already struggling to keep your thoughts at bay and this made it harder.
Positioning yourself, you let out a soft exhale and started taking photos. When you felt you had enough front-view shots, you switched angles and.. shit
Her skirt split at the sides, revealing an even shorter and almost skin-toned shorts, causing a bulge to grow in your pants. You cleared your throat and continued to take more photos.
After a couple more shots, the same staff member shouted “OK, Houselights please! That ends today’s photoshoot, great job everyone. Let’s start packing-up.”
Olivia smiled and thanked everyone before disappearing again to get changed. You grabbed your things while greeting and thanking the others before walking out towards your bike.
Ready to leave, you were about to text her that you’d head out first but her manager spotted you and called you back in.
“Glad to have caught you before you left. I just sent it to you, could you check if you received it?” He asked.
“And sorry about this but it’s my child’s birthday today, could I ask you to drive her back to her place? Security will stay behind so don’t worry, you can ask them for help.”
You pulled out your phone and saw the exact amount that was agreed upon sent to your bank account.
“Yes, I got it. Thank you! And sure, I can do that” You said with a smile.
“Thank you as well” Both of you shook hands. “Oh, I almost forgot. She said she had something for you. You can head down that hall, last room on the left.” Olivia’s manager said before waving goodbye.
You turned and headed towards that room, knocking before you entered.
“Hey, it’s me. I’m coming in.” You said.
“Oh, perfect!” She was still in that see-through dress, taking photos with her phone.
“Help me take photos so I can post them later.” Liv said, handing you her phone.
“Your manager said you had something for me?” You asked while taking a few photos of her then handing back her phone.
“Right, lemme go grab it.” She turned to the side to reach for a pouch and you noticed those white shorts she had on earlier were now gone.
“Here,” she stood a little too close and gave you the pouch, “Keep it a secret.” She smirked and turned around.
You opened the pouch and inside it was a black remote. You looked back at her and saw her standing in front of a full-body mirror, her back facing you.
“Is this..” you were about to ask what it was but she cut you off before you could.
“Lock the door for me?” Olivia said, removing the see-through cover up and letting it drop to the floor.
“I’ve really been wanting to try this so I looked for someone I can trust.” She confessed while sitting on a high chair she positioned in front of the mirror.
That skirt looked useless as it rode up higher, revealing more than it should, and she knew it.
“And I’m that someone?” You said as you locked the door before turning around and walking towards her until you were standing right behind her, remote in your hand.
“Everyone should be gone by now,” A seductive smile on her face, “go ahead and press it.”
“Not yet,” you replied.
You felt like something took over you as you found yourself grabbing a nearby tripod, attaching your phone and setting it up so that it’s out of sight but capturing her entire body through the mirror.
“Say the magic word,” you said after hitting the record button.
“Please.” She said, sitting like a good girl with her hands on her lap.
“Please what?” You teased as you stood behind her.
“Please, Daddy..use me” She begged, lifting her skirt and spreading her legs.
Fuck
No panties, vibrator already inside her pussy.
A switch flipped inside you and, suddenly, everything that made you hesitate was now gone.
“Olivia Marsh, were you always this naughty?” You asked, breathing into her ear.
She bit her lip and let out a soft moan.
Your best friend was about to speak but you immediately turned it on and increased the intensity.
“AH! Yess!” She gasped.
You slid your free hand from her shoulder down to her cleavage, cupping her tits under her tube top.
“A growing artist but you’re letting me control your little toy and film you like this?” You continued teasing while groping her tits and pinching her nipples.
“Mmh, I don’t care. I trust you.” She said in between moans, her hands reaching back to grab your shoulders to try and steady herself.
You brought the intensity to the highest level before putting the remote in your pocket and reaching down to rub her clit.
“Oh god! YES!” Her moans grew louder.
You leaned down and started kissing her neck and shoulders, leaving marks that would be difficult to hide, as you rubbed her clit faster.
“Oh, Fuck! That feels SO good!” Her head tilted back, expressions becoming more lewd, pussy getting wetter.
“Are you ready to cum, Livvy?” You asked, squeezing her soft breasts and applying more pressure as you rub her pussy lips.
“Yes, yes! Please let me cum.. Please!” She moaned, her grip tightening on your shirt.
“Then cum.” You commanded and quickly pulled the vibrator out of her pussy, keeping her seated and steady.
She let out a loud, pleasure-filled scream as she squirted. Her first toe-curling orgasm, that will soon become too many to count, drenched her skirt and spilled her love juice all over the mirror.
You let her catch her breath and turned off the vibrator, putting it aside. When you turned around, she was trying to stand and walk but ended up falling on her knees instead.
The way she looked made you harder, it started to hurt.
On her knees, covered in sweat with a smile on her face. The look in her eyes told you that she enjoyed it and that she wanted..
“More..” Olivia said breathily. “Use me.”
You stood still, the air in the room shifting as you stared at each other.
“Crawl.” A command from you made her let out a little whimper.
She knew she needed more but she couldn’t walk. You watched as she crawled towards you, her skirt wet, thighs glistening, hair sticking to her skin.
When she got close enough, you unbuttoned your jeans and she unzipped it. Unable to wait, she pulled it down immediately along with your boxers. Your cock sprung free and the innocent look in her eyes turned into a look of hunger.
“Daddy,” almost a whisper, “so big”
You could swear her eyes sparkled when she said those words.
“Open.” The only word she needed to hear.
Her mouth opened and, in a blink of an eye, she was already sucking, licking, and stroking what she couldn’t fit in her mouth.
Your hands flew to her head and you pulled her by the hair to bring her back closer to the mirror, your cock muffling her scream.
When you stopped, she hollowed her cheeks and bobbed her head faster.
“Mmh fuck, that’s it. Make it worth watching..over and over” You growled.
Tucking her hair back, you place your hands firmly on her head and thrust your hips to match her rhythm.
She gags and chokes but doesn't pull away. Her hands feel your thighs then one cups your balls while the other disappears in between her legs.
Wet squelching sounds start to echo around the room.
You looked down at her and seeing her stare straight at you while taking your cock in her mouth like that brought you closer to the edge.
Livvy pulled off with a wet pop to catch her breath but continued cupping your balls while fingering herself.
“Ngh..ahh, I’m about to cum” She moaned.
“Then let’s do it together.” You said, shoving your dick back in her mouth and down her throat.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as you quickened your pace and she finger-fucked herself faster. Her hand that was squeezing your balls started quickly tapping your thighs, signalling that she was close.
“Do it. Cum” You groaned.
Her body trembled and her head jerked back, mouth wide open as she came.
Perfect
You shot a heavy load of cum inside her mouth, some dripped down onto her perfectly round cleavage.
“Ahh,” a smile formed on her face as she felt your seed fall onto her tongue.
Olivia slowly pulled back, keeping her lips sealed to avoid spilling any more of your sticky white fluids.
You brought a finger to her chin, making her look up at you, and she knew exactly what to do.
She swallowed and, with a finger, she scooped up what dripped onto her tits and licked it clean.
“Good girl,” you complimented.
Her hair was a mess, cheeks rosy, and her skirt absorbed most of what would’ve otherwise been a puddle.
“You're gonna have to help me clean up”. She said with a little giggle.
“Right,” you smiled, “here.” You reached a hand out and helped her up, guiding her to the closest chair.
Physically, you appeared composed but in your head, it was a complete mess.
You just made HER orgasm twice, received a blowjob from a famous artist and came in her mouth.
You had a lot of questions you wanted answers to but for now, you needed to clean up.
“Got any towels or wet wipes maybe?” You asked her.
“It should be..in there.” She said, still a little out of breath.
You opened a cabinet and thankfully, it looked newly stocked. You grabbed 2 towels and a pack of wet wipes and walked towards your best friend.
“Thank you..Sorry to ask you this but my legs are still weak, can you wipe those?” She asked, pointing at the floor and the mirror.
“Do I get anything in return?” You joked.
“Round 2.” She said,
Your eyes widened. You weren't expecting her to say that. Heck, you weren't expecting a reply at all.
“I have that on video,” You replied.
She just smiled as she cleaned herself up and did her best to get changed.
You grabbed your phone to stop the recording and did the same.
When both of you had finished, you carried her on your back on the way to your motorcycle. Surprisingly, the security team didn't ask why you were carrying her and just quietly brought her things to their car.
You only had one helmet so you gave it to her and hopped on your bike. One SUV led the way and another followed right behind you as you drove to where Livvy was staying.
Questions floated in your head but you wanted it to be just the two of you so you waited. It was about a 30 minute long drive and both of you just stayed quiet.
No words were spoken but your brain was actively replaying and remembering everything that had happened earlier. How she looked in each dress, every pose she struck, her silhouette, that see-through cover up falling to the floor..her cleavage, those soft full tits, her warm mouth engulfing your cock.
You were getting hard again and even with your biker jacket on, you could feel her chest pressing onto your back during the entire ride.
Whenever there were people around, her arms would simply be wrapped around your waist but in empty streets, she would carefully and subtly stroke your cock through your pants.
The drive felt longer than expected and you’d try to stop her at red lights but she still kept going. After 2 minutes on a straight road with little people and a left at the stoplight, you finally arrived at the hotel.
Following the SUV, you head into the parking lot and she gives you one final teasing stroke as she hops off your bike, a knowing smirk on her face as she takes the helmet off.
The guards carry her things and lead you towards the elevator. You counted 2 luggages, 1 backpack, and 1 hand-carry.
“Thank you so much! We can take it from here.” Livvy said with a bright smile, slightly bowing as she thanked the security team.
“Are you sure?” One of them asked.
This was an opportunity for you and, with all the teasing she did, you couldn’t wait anymore.
“Don’t worry, I got it. Thank you so much!” You said, smiling kindly and reaching for the bags.
The elevator doors opened just in time and you went in, bringing all the bags with you.
“Which floor are you on?” You asked as the doors closed.
“Oh, hold on.” Your artist friend pulls out a card from her handbag and taps it on the scanner before pressing the button for the highest floor.
“All the way up, huh” You said.
“Yup, they booked the entire floor.” Olivia replied.
When you got off the elevator, you saw some of the staff members you had met during the photoshoot come out of the other rooms.
Damn, she wasn't kidding
“Oh, hey! Wanna come join us? We're all having dinner together and might grab a few drinks after” One of them spoke, extending an invite.
You just shrugged, showing that your hands were full, then looked at Liv.
“We're good, thank you! I have an early schedule tomorrow. You guys have fun!” She politely declined.
“Alright, get some rest!” The staff waved goodbye and got in the elevator.
“Busy sched?” You asked as she unlocked the door to her room.
“Um, I might've lied?” Scrunching her nose a little as she smiled, making you chuckle.
“Good one. Where should I put these?” Gently tapping on the luggages with your foot.
“Just leave them here,” she pointed at a corner in the room.
Only then did you get a good look at the room and her outfit. The latter almost makes your jaw drop again.
“Wow” You pretended to look around, hoping she didn't notice you scanning her body with your eyes.
“This room is amazing, isn't it?” She said, plopping down on the wide purple couch.
The couch was to your left when you entered, behind it were floor-to-ceiling windows that stretched towards the end of the room where a bed perfect for 2 laid centered, a work desk beside it with one office chair, and to your right was a sliding door that led to a huge bathroom complete with a bathtub and a frameless glass shower area.
It was indeed amazing but she was just too beautiful. Her long wavy hair that covered the marks you made on her neck was now tied up in a ponytail. She was wearing a white sleeveless cropped top, brown leather jacket with one side sliding off her shoulder, and a pair of denim jeans, her shoes discarded by the door.
“Beautiful.” You exhale, your eyes meeting hers.
“Come on, sit down. It's really comfortable.” Livvy said.
You took off your shoes and sat to her left.
“Yup, I could fall asleep on this couch.” You said as you leaned back, sliding down a little so you could rest your head.
“It’s just 5:40, don’t sleep yet. I’m gonna order food for dinner, what do you want?” She asked, nudging you awake.
You
“I’ll have whatever you’re having.” You replied, your mind too busy with thoughts of her.
“Alright,” she punched in the order, “it might take a while so..”
“Why are you doing this?” You finally asked, interrupting her.
“Hm? Well, you were looking for a job and we needed a photographer” She replied, sounding so innocent.
“Not that. Don’t get me wrong, I’m truly grateful but..” you paused, sat up straight, and looked at her, “why are you doing-”
Her lips landed on yours, a quick and sudden kiss.
“This?” She whispered, her face just inches away from yours.
“That,” you replied.
A few seconds of silence and of just looking at each other's eyes, searching, admiring, memorizing. Then she answered..
“I saw the way you looked at me and,” She paused and sat closer, her knees touching yours. “I thought I’d try, you know, teasing you with a few poses.”
“It really was nothing at first but the more you looked and the more aware I became, the more I felt..weird?” She continued, unsure of how she felt.
“So you noticed that I was..staring?” You couldn’t help but place your hand on her right thigh with how close she was.
“You weren’t just staring, it was like you were mmh..” your hand was slowly moving higher, her jeans were the only thing stopping you from feeling her skin, “I don’t know what it was but..I started liking it.
Her right hand landed on your left thigh, a little too close to where your bulge was growing.
“And in the dressing room? Do you really trust me that much?” You asked, your pinky finger just mere inches away from where she needed you to be.
“I started liking it and.. my mind wandered. I was suddenly imagining..” another pause as she squeezed her thighs together.
“Imagining what, livvy?” You teased, sliding your hand away.
Almost immediately, her legs parted again, craving for more attention in between.
“Imagining..different scenarios and it turned me on. Now, I can’t help it..” She got up and straddled your lap, her hands on your shoulders.
“I really trust you and, right now, I really really need you.” She confessed, almost begging.
“Kiss me,” is all you said and she dove right in, crashing her lips on yours.
You felt her thighs through her jeans and slid your hand up, stopping only to give her ass a gentle squeeze before continuing your journey of conquering, feeling her lower back and toned abdomen, then sliding her jacket off, all while you two shared a very intimate kiss.
Her arms wrapped around your neck, hips grinding in a slow teasing rhythm, your tongues meeting and dancing, soft moans escaping her lips.
Your little make-out session became more and more heated, both of you pulling away only for short breaths.
Minutes had gone by with the two of you still on the couch, in the same position. The only difference is that you were now topless and Olivia’s jeans were left crumpled on the floor, a wet spot now evident on her underwear.
Neither of you wanted to pull away but you were running out of breath and you could tell that she was too. It was all too perfect to end it there but, as if on cue, both of you pulled away, a thin string of spit snapping.
She was panting but her hips still kept going. You just watched as you caught your breath.
“Is this dinner?” You joked, making her let out the cutest and hottest laugh you’ve ever heard.
“No, silly. But it definitely tastes good.” Her reply made you smile.
“We can keep going then?” You asked.
“Mhm” Olivia nodded, her smile reaching cheek to cheek.
“Great”
Without any warning, you attack her neck with open-mouthed kisses and make a trail of hickeys down to her shoulders, leaving your hands on the small of her back.
Livvy’s moans grew a little louder, her hands flew up and her fingers tangled in your hair.
“Mmh..easy” She tries to slow you down by tugging at your hair and pushing your shoulders but you remain unfazed.
“Do you not like it?” You asked before moving to her other shoulder.
“I..love it, just slow d- Ah!” A surprised but excited gasp.
You pinned her down on the couch, right hand intentionally landing on her chest, fingers ready to pull the white cloth down to expose her tits, your left hand gripping her smooth and creamy thigh.
“I can’t.” You breathe. “You, you did something to me..and now I want more.” You say before crashing your lips on hers once again.
Your tongues meet for another dance and you pull her top downwards, exposing her left tit and half of the other. You cup it in your hand, rub and pinch her erect nipple, and slide your free hand down and inside her now soaked panties, squeezing her soft plump ass.
She moans in your mouth and her hands reach down to unbutton your jeans. You feel it and follow her movements, pausing momentarily to push it down along with your boxers and kick it off before continuing what might be the longest and craziest make-out session you’ve ever had.
Your hands travel back to where they were but hers slide down, one hand stroking your erection and the other taking off her wet underwear.
“Mmh, shit.” You let out a low growl.
Everything about her was just perfect and you were getting addicted.
You didn’t know right then and there but she felt the exact same way.
Intoxicated
With her underwear gone and pre-cum already dripping from your cock, you stopped the kiss and searched her eyes for an answer. No signs of hesitation.
She spread her legs voluntarily, pulled you close, and aligned you to her dripping entrance. Your tip felt the warmth of her folds and
*Ring Ring!*
The telephone rang, making both of you jolt slightly. Her hips bucked up and yours thrust forward, unintentionally pushing your entire length inside her needy pussy. Both your hand and hers immediately flew up to cover her mouth to muffle a loud, pleasure-filled scream.
You groaned, feeling her slippery wet and tight folds, and muffled your moan by diving into the crook of her neck.
You wanted to forget about everything else and just fuck her right there but the telephone kept ringing.
“Looks like we have to get that,” you whispered in her ear.
“Can you reach for it?” Olivia asked you.
You stretched your arm, reaching for it, and handed it over to her.
“Don’t. Move.” She mouthed before greeting the person on the phone.
You were ready to stay still but you felt her tighten around you.
Fuck
Slowly, you slid halfway out, trying not to pound her while she’s on the phone. Your movement made her stutter a few words and her free hand press on your chest as if telling you to stop but her pussy still gripped you tight.
Her wet, warm folds and the way she squeezed you felt too good, it was driving you crazy.
You gave in and started moving your hips, pulling out ‘til only the head is left inside and pushing back all the way in.
No hard thrusts. Just slow, complete movements.
“Stop. Not now.” Her voice weaker than a whisper to avoid being heard on the phone.
Liv’s free hand kept trying to push you away but her pussy welcomed the intrusion, getting wetter as minutes passed.
Finally, the call ended and she gestured for you to return the telephone.
“I told you to stop” She said, her hands pulling you closer this time and her legs locking you in place.
“I can’t.” You replied, thrusting a little faster.
“Mmh, st-stop.. We need- nngh” Livvy moaned, struggling to speak as you went faster and harder.
“D-dinner..down- stairs!” is all she managed to say.
You move onto a kneeling position and bring her legs up to your shoulders without slowing down.
“You keep telling me to stop but, ever since you got on the phone, your pussy won’t stop squeezing me so tight.” You tease her, hands sliding from her toned abs and up to fondle her tits.
“Aahh! D-daddy..easy, please!” She begged, her moans getting louder.
Despite her protest, you could feel that she was close.
“Don’t hold it back, love” You quickly realized what you said but acted like nothing happened.
“what..ngh fuck..what did you just sa- AAH!!” You cut her off, pressing a thumb to her sensitive clit and making her cum.
Her body trembled, mouth agape, eyes rolled back, hands searching for something to grip as another toe-curling orgasm traveled through her.
You grab her wrists, cross her arms above her stomach and thrust real hard, releasing your thick load deep inside her.
“Deep.. oh fUck!” She moaned, a dazed smile on her face.
You let go of her wrists and lean down, planting a kiss on her forehead.
“That was amazing, liv.” You whispered, gently tucking her hair behind her ear.
“Your dick feels amazing, Daddy,” Olivia replied breathily, her hands caressing your arms.
“Fuck, who taught you how to talk like that?” You said before crashing your lips on hers again, now completely addicted to their softness and how her tongue danced with yours.
“Mmh, wait. We really..have to stop now mh, and grab dinner.” She said in between kisses, fingers tangling in your hair then sliding away.
You paused to look at her. You didn’t want to but she was right. There’s no doubt that you were hungry for each other but you were also getting hungry for actual food.
You gave her one last peck on the lips and slowly pulled out. A smile of satisfaction creeped up on your face as you saw cum drip out of her stretched hole.
She felt it too and let out a little giggle. That giggle of hers that was cute and sexy at the same time.
“There’s so much, it’s spilling out.” A seductive and satisfied tone in her voice, her fingers trying to push the liquid back in.
“That’s going to expose our little secret when we head out. Can’t let that happen.” You reach down for your pants and grab the little pouch she gave you from one of the pockets.
“Here, to keep it from dripping.” You pull out the vibrator and slowly push it inside her.
“Mh, that could work.” She smirked and you helped her up.
“Can you walk?” You asked.
“Yup, for now.” She replied with a wink and headed towards her luggage.
You watched her get changed, admiring her bare body and creamy skin, while you grabbed an extra shirt from your backpack.
After 5 or so minutes, both of you had gotten dressed and headed towards the door.
“You ready?” Asking her just to be sure.
“Not quite.” Her hand slid from your shoulders to your neck and she pulled you in for another kiss.
Your hands automatically move to her hips as you return the kiss and gently pin her against the door.
“Mmh, you’re intoxicating.” She smiles and pulls away, hand reaching for the door knob.
