Chapter 438: Two Days-2

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Although Peter was no saint, there were many things he was unwilling to do. He liked Olivia, he found her beautiful, smart, and funny, but he was not ready to commit to her or anyone. He had just gotten out of a lie of a relationship, and he did not want to jump into another. His ex-fiancé was no virgin when they started out, so it did not hurt his pride as much when he found out she was cheating on him, but if someone who had only been with him had done the same, Peter was not sure he would be able to take it.

"Olivia, whether you have or have not isn't important to me," Peter said. "You can tell me the truth." Olivia chuckled a bit because she had no reason to lie, and it mildly irritated her that Peter thought she would.

"Do you think I came all this way to play mind games?" Peter nodded and Olivia had no choice but to yield to his disbelief. "Listen, I have found myself in a situation where my body was in danger; twice, and the last time was closer than the first. I just want to choose who I give myself to, but someone seems dead set on making that decision for me. If you do not want to, just ask me to leave." Peter stared at Olivia unsure if she were making a hasty decision based on trauma, but he would not ask her to leave. If she changed her mind at any point he would stop.

"Let's eat," he said, choosing not to respond to the woman's last statement.

When Olivia cleared the last piece of food on her plate, she looked up to see Peter staring at her in a way that made her feel uneasy, but in a sexy way. She looked back at her plate just at the man bit at his bottom lip, which made her face turn red.

Olivia heard Peter's chair push against the floor, but she only looked up when he stood next to her. He used his thumb and index finger to lift her chin, but he did not stop lifting her face until she stood up. Olivia did not know what to do, so she shifted her eyes away from his, and he pinched her, forcing her attention back to him.

"Two days?" he asked, fully aware that Olivia had come with a bag, which meant she planned to stay with him.

"Only if you want-" Olivia did not get to finish her statement because her lips were covered by Peter's. He picked her up in a way that forced her legs to wrap around his waist and pushed everything off the table before setting her down on it.

Olivia did not know if she wanted her first time to be on a dining room table, but everything Peter was doing to her left her unable to speak. She just let him caress and kiss her as he pleased, and when he stopped, she could not help but to look at him in disappointment.

Peter laughed, seeing the look of irritation and confusion on Olivia's face was adorable, and he could not wait to have it morph into a pleading stare. He pulled her off the table and started to clean the mess he had made. Olivia was still swooning from the kissing they had just done, but she kneeled to help him pick up the things he had dropped and at that moment, Peter knew she was not someone he was willing to let go.

With the mess cleared, Peter continued to torture Olivia, first on the dining room floor, then on the kitchen sink, followed by his living room sofa, and once again on his bed. Somewhere in the chaos he had stripped them of their clothing, leaving them both in just their undergarments.

The more they kissed, the more relaxed Olivia became, and while she had been stiff in the beginning, she was now exploring his body, much in the way he was exploring hers. Peter removed Olivia's bra and took her erect nub into his mouth. She let out a whimpering moan that almost threatened to have him give in, but he regained his control and gave both sides of her body equal attention before he stood up.

Olivia sat up in the bed, staring at the man's retreating figure, unsure of what she should say or do. She did not have any sexual experience, so she had no idea if what he was doing was normal or not, but he was driving her crazy.

Peter turned on the shower before he called for Olivia to join him in the restroom. He did not see how fast she moved but based on the speed at which she appeared; she must have run. Peter smirked, knowing that she was close to where he wanted her and absolutely thrilled that it took less than a day for him to get her to that point. He pulled her into the shower with him, handing her his sponge.

Olivia may not have showered with a man before, but she knew what Peter was asking her to do. She lathered his body, making sure to move slowly, because she did not want to ruin the mood. She looked down at his soaked boxers and gently slipped her finger under the band. She thought he would stop her, but when she looked at his face, he was biting his lip again.

With Peter's manhood released from its cover, Olivia used the sponge to wash his lower half, but feeling that the angle was awkward, she dropped down to her knees. That was when the urge to taste him took over her. She wrapped her lips around him but found herself flustered by her own actions. She had watched adult films before, and she knew what it should look like, but now that she was doing it, her mind had gone blank. Fortunately, there was not much brain power needed, and Olivia used her tongue to draw a gasp from Peter.

"Do you know what you are doing?" he asked seductively, and Olivia removed her mouth just long enough to answer. Peter laughed, because it was obvious she had no idea, but he was willing to teach her.

Olivia listened as Peter told her exactly what he wanted her to do to him, and she was grateful that the water stream was hitting his back, because she was not sure she would be able to focus if it were not. When his instruction started to become less words and more sounds, Olivia felt comfortable enough to take the lead. Soon she had the man running his fingers through her hair and it only added to her confidence.

Olivia saw Peter's legs tense, and it reminded her of her own knees that had begun to ache. She was about to stop, but Peter grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her away, spilling himself on her chest. Olivia felt good, in fact, she was on fire and she wanted him. She wanted Peter like she had wanted no man before, and she stood to claim him, but once again Peter brought her to the edge, before reeling her back in.

Frustration was beginning to build in Olivia and she genuinely felt that she was going to cry if Peter did not at least touch her. She aggressively forced her body against his and he chuckled into her kisses. Olivia punched at his chest, but she did not stop kissing the man until he stepped out of the tub taking her with him. He took his time drying her body, once again teasing her in a way that made it difficult to stand. She needed him, and if what he was doing was all he was willing to give her, she would just have to force his hand; literally.