It Must Be the Wine

As Olivia took Nate's hand and led him to the bedroom, she suddenly felt self-conscious. She could feel his eyes on her, and she was certain things were jiggling with every step. In the doorway he pulled her against him, kissed her neck, and fondled her breasts. The feel of his erection against her ass drove any feelings of inadequacy from her mind.

Nate slipped one hand between her legs and massaged her for a few seconds before slipping a finger between her lips. He traced a slow circle around her clit, his breath warm against her ear. She leaned back into him and awkwardly pushed against his hand, wanting more.

"Hang on now," he murmured. He pushed the heel of his hand into her one last time before he pulled away. "The bed's right there. Would we be more comfortable if we take just three more steps?"

Olivia could hear the laughter in his voice. She straightened up and cleared her throat. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable? I'll be back in a moment."

When she turned around, Nate was grinning. He cupped her face and gave her the sweetest of kisses before he sauntered over to the bed.

Smug bastard

, she thought to herself, but she couldn't suppress a smile.

Olivia retrieved their wine glasses and refilled them. She grabbed two bottles of water while she was in the kitchen. Balancing the wine glasses in one hand and gripping the bottles in the other, she set off for the bedroom.

Nate was stretched out on his back, looking around the room, his cock still at attention. He jumped up when he saw her. "Here, let me help you with that."

But his look of concern quickly changed to a grin. Olivia could see the realization cross his mind that her hands were occupied and that she had no way to set down the wine without his help.

"Actually..." He dropped to his knees in front of her.

"Oh my god. What are you doing?" Olivia squealed as he gripped her thighs. "Please don't tickle me!"

"That's not what I had in mind." He parted her lips and took a moment to appreciate the view before he gently licked her clit. He slipped his hands around her as his tongue flicked against her.

"Nate, I'm going to drop this wine..." A sharp suck made her groan and shudder.

He pulled away abruptly and looked up at her. "Do you want me to stop?" He was the picture of innocence. He leaned closer until she could feel his breath on her. "You only have to say the word." He licked her. "I'm waiting." Another slow lick.

"I really don't want you to stop, but I also really don't want to spill this damn wine." Olivia's legs were getting shaky. Not that her hands were doing much better.

"Urgh, fine then. And just when I was starting to have fun." He tried to look serious, but the twinkle in his eyes ruined the attempt. He took the glasses from her and set them down on the bedside table.

Olivia offered him a bottle of water, and once they'd each had a drink of water, he sat down, leaned back against the pillows, and patted his lap. She sat on his thighs, her knees demurely together.

"That looks uncomfortable. Why don't you face me?"

She huffed in mock disgust. "Oh no, I've learned my lesson. Here I am, trying to entertain like a good hostess while you give in to your intrusive thoughts."

He laughed. "And wasn't it fun?" He pulled her against him and kissed her. His hand wandered to her breast. He cupped it and said, "Mind you, this also works."

Olivia stole a kiss and then wriggled out of Nate's grasp. She loved that he could be so playful while also being so clearly aroused. She felt at ease with him, like she could trust him completely. She leaned over and picked up her glass, her thigh brushing his hard cock. She took a small sip and held the glass between them like a shield.

"That's not going to work at all." He took the glass from her and set it down again before swinging her around so that her back was to his chest. "Lean back. Relax." He stroked her thighs soothingly as she sank back against him. "There we go."

She could feel him stretching behind her, his erection shifting for a moment before settling against the small of her back again. His hand appeared, holding her glass.

"If you're so intent on sitting around with your knees together, drinking wine, you might as well be comfortable." His voice vibrated against her back, sensual yet somehow familiar. He put his arms around her, his hands coming to rest on her thighs.

She took a sip of her wine and then held out her glass. "Meh, I'm over the wine. And there's something wrong with the backrest of this armchair. Something keeps digging into me." She wiggled her butt as if trying to get comfortable.

"You hang on to that, and mind you don't spill any," he said as he slid his hands up her thighs, over her stomach, up her ribcage. He repeated the route, this time with only the tips of his fingers. "If you keep squirming like that, things are going to get very messy very quickly. You'd better sit still."

Olivia took a big gulp of wine. "I can't spill if the glass is empty."

"I'm not talking about the wine." He was almost panting.

She settled down, but not before dramatically changing position and sliding her ass up and down his cock one last time. She lay back against him, her head next to his, and nipped his earlobe. "What if I get tired of keeping my knees together?"

He cupped her breasts. "Oh, I think you will before too long, but you're going to have to be strong. You're committed now." He pinched her nipples, not hard, but hard enough to make her moan. "And no wriggling." He increased the pressure. "But you can moan all you want."

Nate finally took Olivia's glass from her and set it down. He lightly ran his fingers over her breasts, teasing her nipples into stiffer peaks than she thought possible. She cried out in surprise when he pressed his hand against her mound, temporarily relieving the throbbing that had started between her legs.

He slid a finger past her clit. "I want to make you cum. Do you think that's a good idea?"

Olivia nodded.

"No, tell me what you want."

"Yes." She cringed.

Don't make me say it

, she thought fervently.

"Yes what? What is it that you want me to do?" He kept up the lazy stroking beside her clit. "And I said no wriggling."

She was trying to push against his hand, anything to increase the pressure. She stopped squirming, took a deep breath, and said, mustering all the sincerity and sarcasm available to her, "Nathan, I think making me cum is a fantastic idea, and I'd very much like you to stop fucking around and touch me."

"Ooh spicy. I like it." He laughed and pressed the heel of his hand against her. "Now, since I'm already touching you and clearly not living up to your standards, you're going to have to show me what it is you want me to do. You'll have to--"

"Oh my god, Nate, I'm not about to rub one out in front of you! Are you nuts?" She half sat up in horror.

He laughed again. "Calm down, sweetheart. That's not what I was suggesting, although if you ever want to, I'd love to watch."

Olivia elbowed him lightly, relieved that she'd be allowed at least

some

dignity.

"You can use your words--I do love to see you blush--or you can find some other way to train me in the ways of loving you." He delivered the last part in the worst French accent Olivia had ever heard.

Olivia giggled and relaxed against him. "OK fine."

"What is it that's fine, Olivia? Use your words."

"Fine! Jeez! I'll show you how to make me cum." She huffed and rolled her eyes.

Nate chuckled in answer and lightly bit her neck as his hands began their journey across her body once more. This time he lightly teased her nipples until she pressed his hands against her in exasperation. He rested his thumb and forefinger against one nipple, waiting for her instructions. She pushed them together much harder than he had, making herself gasp.

After what felt like an eternity, he positioned the tip of his index finger just above her clit, his touch so light she could barely feel it. She gently took his finger and began rubbing herself, slowly and lightly at first, unsure of herself. As the pleasure began to build, she pressed down harder.

It was a little awkward. She kept getting in her own way. She could bring herself to the edge but no further. Olivia grunted in frustration and let go of Nate's finger. "Like that. Touch me like that. But faster, OK?" She pushed herself against his finger. "Two fingers... Yes, like that..." She moaned.

Her muscles were almost painfully taut and she was on the very brink of release when Nate lifted his hand. She cried out in disappointment, and without even a moment's regard for her own dignity, grabbed his hand, laced her fingers through his, and brought their hands back to her throbbing clit. Her back arched as she came, moaning. She ground herself against his hand, shuddering with every touch.

When Olivia came to her senses, she realized she was still clutching Nate's hand against herself. She relaxed her grip and melted back against him.

"That was fucking amazing, but you need to get off my lap." His voice was hoarse. He unceremoniously shifted her onto the bed and away from him. He gave her an apologetic look. "Too much wriggling. The situation was about to get sticky." It was his turn to blush.

She chuckled lazily. "Oh but aren't you pretty when you blush." She pulled him in for a kiss. "How about I help you out with that so that the rest of the evening is less... fraught? And no," she said, imitating Nate, "you don't need to use your words to tell me what you want me to do. It's perfectly clear to me what I need to do."

She gently pushed him back against the pillows and kissed him again. "On second thought, you'd better sit on your hands so that you're not tempted to... oh, never mind, you'll see. But first, let me have a sip of that lovely wine while I assess the problem." She leaned over him to retrieve her glass, letting her breasts brush his skin.

She sat back, glass in hand, and looked him up and down. He was no longer blushing, but there was a certain intensity in his expression as he dutifully sat on his hands. She ran a finger down his chest, down his stomach, settling just above the tip of his cock. "Oh, I see the problem." She ran her finger through the sheen of precum on his lower stomach. "You seem to be feeling frustrated. I've heard that gentle massage can help for that."

She took the tip of his cock between her thumb and forefinger and lightly--ever so painfully lightly--stroked the length of his shaft. He shuddered and groaned. His eyes were closed, and a muscle was jumping in his jaw.

Mmm, revenge is sweet

, she thought to herself, although seeing him so aroused was causing a flutter in her own stomach. Maybe not in her stomach, as such, but definitely a flutter.

She kept up the slow, light touch, her body responding to every shudder and groan, until she could see a fresh string of precum glistening between the tip of his cock and his stomach. She leaned over him to set down her glass.

"Please, Olivia..." He sounded quite desperate. "I swear I'll never tease you again. Please just touch me."

"But the teasing makes the release so much sweeter, and didn't you say something about it being fun?"

He mumbled something in reply--it could have been a curse for all she knew--and shuddered out a breath. When she softly kissed the tip of his cock and took the first inch into her mouth, he moaned again, louder this time. She gently ran her fingers down his cock and over his balls before stroking his thigh, marveling at the tension in his legs.

Olivia gently cupped Nate's balls before slipping another inch of his cock into her mouth and teasing the tip of his cock with her tongue. That set off a series of spasms and another loud moan.

Oops, that might be a bit too intense.

When she took the rest of him into her mouth, his hips rose up to meet her. He kept pace with her, crying out with each thrust, as she slid up and down the length of his cock. When his breathing became ragged and his toes began to flex, she relaxed and pushed down on him, letting him slip into the back of her throat.

Olivia swallowed. What little restraint Nate had left evaporated. She felt his balls contract as he came. She loved how loud he was, how he shook, how his cock jerked in her mouth. She pulled back a little and swallowed, careful not to overstimulate him. She had to temper her own excitement to make sure his pleasure didn't turn to pain.

Once he'd stilled, she carefully let him slip out of her mouth. She pulled his hand out from under him and nestled in the crook of his arm. She listened to the thud of his heart and stroked his chest. "Are you OK? Was that too much?"

Nate tightened his arm around Olivia. "That was more than OK, and no, it wasn't too much. But I'm never letting you tell me to sit on my hands ever again." He laughed. "I'm a complete and utter liar. I'm doing whatever the hell you tell me to from here on out." He half sat up. "I do need to check something, though." He turned toward her and slipped a hand between her legs. "Yep. I thought you were enjoying that a bit too much. My god, you're so deliciously wet."

"Well, can you blame me? That was quite a show you put on. I imagined you'd be the stoic, silent type."

"Usually I am, but I also don't think I've spent so much time so... pent up since I was sixteen." He chuckled. "Let's not gloss over the most important part of that statement: You were thinking naughty thoughts about me."

Olivia hated that she blushed so easily. "Since the first time we met. A lot of naughty thoughts can pop up in eight months."

This time Nate laughed. "What? I waited so long to ask you out because I thought you weren't interested in me! The moment I saw you in that sexy librarian outfit, I wanted to bend you over my desk and... let's just say silent and stoic didn't factor into it." He settled on his side, his head propped up on his elbow.

Olivia moved to face him, but he gently pressed on her shoulder and said, "Please stay just like this. I'm enjoying the view." He dragged his fingers down to her breast. "I want to be able to touch you here"--he squeezed her breast--"and here"--he squeezed her other breast--"and in several other places." He grinned and ran his fingers over her stomach, across her hip bone, and down her thigh. "But you do need to tell me more about these naughty thoughts."