Olivia's POV
I took a deep, shaky breath, my heart pounding. Christopher's lips were so soft, so tantalizing against mine. I couldn't resist the temptation to deepen the kiss, parting my lips and letting my tongue brush teasingly against his.
A thrill ran through me as his hand slid down my back, caressing the bare skin exposed by my dress. I shifted in his lap, feeling the heat radiating from his body, and a quiet moan escaped my lips.
When we finally broke apart, I gazed at him with hooded eyes, my lips tingling from his touch. Christopher's strong arms were wrapped around me, holding me close. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, making my skin tingle with anticipation.
"How's your, uh, ass?" he asked.
I shifted uncomfortably, the soreness from last night's activities still lingering. "It's still a little sore," I admitted, blushing furiously.
"Would you like me to take a look?"
"Actually, I was thinking maybe you could... massage me?" I whispered.