Tia and I slam against each other eagerly and crazily, my head spinning the whole time. I grip onto Tia as heat overcomes me. Now it’s me who needs to have something solid to hold on to, stopping me from losing my mind. The only thing I have is Tia’s sexy body which only makes it worse.
Tia’s walls contract tightly round me, dragging the orgasm from me. I can barely keep it together as she demands the pleasure to explode. I don’t usually lose it this quickly but I guess I haven’t ever been with someone like Tia before. She’s special. I’m not sure how I know it yet, but the knowledge is there regardless.
“Fuck, Tia!” The pressure builds, I know it won’t be long, especially with the way that she’s pounding her back against me. The stairs are making it easy for her to angle perfectly so I tip easily…
“Ah, shit!” I bury my face into her neck as the orgasm shoots from me. It explodes like a volcano erupting, gushing from me and filling her up. The most sensational feeling I have ever been through. As I wrap my hands around Tia’s body I can feel her heart pounding against her chest, a bit like mine. “Fucking hell, Tia.” I shudder. “That was truly incredible.”
“Mmm,” she agrees quietly, breathlessly. “It really was.”
We remain where we are for a few moments, just holding one another, until I’m compelled to move, to get dressed. Much as this feels awesome, I don’t want to lead Tia on by hugging. She isn’t my usual type and I have to be aware that she may well take things in a different way. If Nadia can start pushing her luck after all we have done is fuck in a bathroom and leave, then I can easily give a sweetie like Tia the wrong idea.
I’m still not done with her though. Even through all of that, I can tell that she’s absolutely worth the risk.
Chapter Five – Tia
“I will see you again.”
“No, I don’t think you will.”
“Oh, I will. Just you wait and see.”
I can’t stop replaying that conversation over and over in my head. I’ve been doing it for the past week since I had that random crazy night with Shane, the stranger from the bar in who’s bed I ended up in. Well, for a short while anyway until he had to drive me home before he got ready for work.
In a way, I was glad to go, to get back to real life, but in another I was scared. I knew that leaving Shane meant reality would kick in, bringing with it the guilt and fear, the knowledge that I was no longer the same person. All of those mixed up emotions just made it even stranger when he started saying all of those things about seeing me again. What am I supposed to think? Yes, in a way I want to. I want to be wild and free again, that was so much fun. I also want to be opened up, to have a man driving me wild, but on the other hand, I think it might be better to put the whole incident behind me, to try and forget that crazy night and to just move on.
He doesn’t have my number anyway, I remind myself. He isn’t going to call any time soon.
Yet I can’t seem to stop myself from pulling out my cell phone and staring at the picture of him. Just to remind myself that he’s real and I didn’t actually dream about him. His handsome profile fills my screen and tugs my heart strings. This is exactly why I’m not a one-night stand type of a girl. Shane, the playboy, would have undoubtedly forgotten about me already and would be with another woman, and I’m still torturing myself about him.
He was so unexpected, that it doesn’t help my mind set. Like the fact that he was all about my pleasure, barely concerned with his own. Not the sort of treatment I thought I would get from a man who had basically bought me. He paid my bar bill and demanded that I come home with him… yet it seemed like he was more there for me than I was for him. It was crazy, and that’s probably why I can’t get him out of my mind.
“Idiot,” I whisper to myself with a head shake. “You are an absolute idiot.”
“Tia, you are needed out on the set in a moment!” the director’s assistant, Zac, calls out to me. My tiny little part has started to become something so much bigger in this movie, something that I never expected and it is such a good feeling. Whether it makes the cut or not doesn’t matter. It’s all really good practice and experience that I can take with me in the future. I’m loving it and I’m sure it will only bring me more luck in the future, but it does mean more Olivia.