CHAPTER 4

OLIVIA.

"I thought you were scared."

"Why?" he asked quietly between bites of his escalope.

I completely regretted ordering a salad. Who eats those straws for dinner? Just me, I guess. «If I ask him to give me a little bit... »

Watching that Thermidor meat being devoured by those appetizing teeth, almost made me forget that he expected an answer.

"Because you thought I was gone. How would you find me?"

His fork froze in mid-air.

"Here." He shrugged.

"What if I never came here again?"

"The other night you told me this was one of your favorite restaurants."

"What if I moved out of town?"

He stopped chewing.

"Are you planning to travel somewhere?"

I stared at him for a moment. I didn't answer him and amused myself with that, knowing he wouldn't demand it of me. So, I continued eating.

"Is your salad good?"

"Yes."

"Did you like that beer?"

"Yes. This is my favorite drink."

He stopped eating again.

"I thought it was the wine."

"I like it too, but I like beer much more."

He froze for a moment, watching me carefully. A lopsided smile crept onto his face.

We continued eating.

"Wine is good for you." He threw out his comment, slipping the phrase in rather suggestively.

I smiled.

I placed my fork on the edge of my plate and leaned forward. I spoke softly.

"I can assure you, beer does too."

Still, killing me with his gaze, he parted his lips a little trying to take a deep breath without being noticed. He tore the napkin from his lap and wiped his mouth. He tossed it on the tablecloth and then raised his hand to ask for the bill.

***

His car looked like him: sober, reserved, simple, elegant and mysterious. Military green, creamy beige seats, spacious, too comfortable and smelling new. In the speakers: an alternative rock I didn't know.

"What song is that?" I asked.

"Reserved for Rondee. Age Me," he answered.

I didn't want to ask where we were going, but it was inevitable as we reached the toll booth of Bridge Over Lake, which would take us out of the city.

He broke the silence.

"I booked a room on the other side."

I didn't know what he did for a living and didn't want to know either because I still didn't feel like breaking our protocol by throwing my life's data at him. However, I was beginning to think that Carl was a master of oratory. In order not to have to explain anything to me, he would change his tone of voice, and change his face and I could clearly understand him. Life, his job, or whatever... The only thing I came to wonder was with whom else he practiced these furtive encounters, who else understood him as I did.

After crossing that wonderful scenery of that bridge, we arrived at a beautiful hotel, all clandestine, just like the first time. For some reason, he needed that shelter, right? Well, me too.

We entered the room and I shivered from the cold air conditioning. He came up behind me with his mouth very close to my neck and his height, his body, adjusting to my figure. One of his fingers slowly ran up my right arm in ascent, calming all my tremors and not caring to bump against the half-mast sleeve of my dress. He was barely touching me, and I was already turned on.

"When you expose yourself to the cold, you'll kill it with more cold, you know?”

I closed my eyes to feel the strength of his voice and his caresses filling me all over. With my small bag in hand, I fumbled with the front buttons of my dress. I was beginning to feel that thick fabric choking me.

I unbuttoned button by button and Carl began his kisses over my skin. And eventually, he buried his palm in the back of my neck. And suddenly he tangled his fingers in the bristles of my hair. All his touches from behind to my body, but was my nipples and belly that felt them.

I took a much-needed breath when I understood that he was moving a little away from me to start undressing himself. Shirt, shoes off, his strap buckle jingling, glorious sounds, I loved them immediately.

I turned over throwing the clutch on the floor and I forged myself into his mouth, famished, crazy! I wanted to disarm him at once. He sang a divine growl and picked me up in his arms carrying me to the bed. My dress fell on my thighs, his loose pants obeying our desire. And just like magic, we undressed.

I spread my legs apart. In swift movements, my sandals were gone. I was on my knees anchored to the nape of his neck, taking possession of his black hair, and then, he positioned himself at my entrance and penetrated me.

"Uff!"

"Oh, my God…"

I didn't know who said what, wasn't me anymore. I was just an enjoyment of the world, a hard candy. He buried his tongue in my mouth with fervor and we began to move. But suddenly, and with his breathing quickening, he looked at me.

"You're exquisite, Olivia." His words made my body arch, and my name on his lips made me gasp. "You look divine."

I offered my breasts, I was her feast. I spread my legs wider for him to spice me up, to spice up my body. He understood all my signals because he turned on the drill and did not stop, making me vibrate.

His big, beautiful, shapely body, led a battle that never seemed to end. He placed his hands under my thighs and brought them up to his to give me the oldest and most perfect game on the planet.

I stretched my body back, arms above my head with hands holding on to whatever I could find. He squeezed the flesh of my hips and moved me, fucked me, penetrated me, over and over, sweating, making me sweat, making me scream!