As Trevor walks closer to the door of his and Olivia's beach house his heart starts to pound faster he puts his hand on the door handle and turns it.
Pushing the heavy door open, he immediately sees her standing still by the patio door. A breeze causes her hair to dance on the air. She's leaning against the door, her back to the front door and she doesn't turn around.
He closes the door softly and leans against it. She turns her head and locks her eyes with his.
She pushes away from the patio door and turns around fully. Her face is soft and her eyes sparkle as bright as the smile that lights up her face.
Trevor smiles as Olivia walks over to him. Her gray pants drag across the floor.
"How was the drive?" she asks softly, as if Trevor was returning from a weekend business trip and not a long meeting that a client wanted well damanded that he had to drive for 4 hours each way "Was there much traffic?"
"Not at this time of night," he responds, following her lead. He moves away from the door and meets her by the base of the stairs. He tentatively reaches out and touches her cheek, noting her small gasp. "I'm glad to be back on our honeymoon with my gorgeous sexy wife I'm sorry that I had to go to meet that stupid client because he wouldn't wait till we were back in New York."
"I'm glad you're back and don't apologise I told you to go but now you are all mine Mr Langan," she whispers breathily as she steps into his touch.
Trevor smirks then says" you i am all yours Mrs Langan". before his hand trails down her neck and over her right breast before allowing it to rest on her hip. His other arm wraps around her back and he draws her even closer. He feels her chest shudder as her breath comes out in rasps. He bends in and places a soft kiss on her lips, sighing internally at their sweet taste.
Olivia feels his lips on hers and she returns the kiss hungrily, advancing on him and pushing him up against the wall. He pushes away from the wall and flips around, putting Olivia flush against the wall. He continues to attack her lips again and again with his kisses.
His anxious hands pull her sweater open, the small buttons popping off and scattering across the floor. His hands roam across her bare stomach for a moment before trailing up to her chest. She moans as he cups her breasts and her head falls forward. With trembling fingers, she tugs his shirt out from his pants and urges it up. He allows his hands to fall away from her breasts and she pulls the shirt off him before pressing back against her.
Her kiss is harder as she feels his coarse chest rubbing against hers. She stifles a gasp as he pulls her away from the wall and pushes her into the stairwell. Olivia reaches down and begins to loosen his belt before they stumble and collapse on the stairs.
He looks down at her, his body responding to her heavy breathing and flushed complexion. He struggles to yank the side zipper on her pants down when she moans, "No."
"What?" he asks distractedly as the zipper finally opens, allowing him to start pulling off her pants.
"Not…he-, here," she breathes as she pulls his face down to hers. She whispers in his ear," She tilts her head back, towards the second floor. She rolls out from under him and crawls up the remaining stairs.
He sighs before following her up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He follows her to the doorway of the bedroom and allows her to pull him in the room. Their arms go around each other as their mouths continue to be drawn together. He kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants, leaving them on the floor with Olivia's discarded pair.
Pushing her onto the bed, he covers her body with his. He looks down at her again and knows that she is ready when her legs wrap around him. They both are.
He thrusts into her and he bends down and kisses her.
Without removing his eyes from her, he continues to move against her. She rises and meets him, pulling his face down and claiming the lips that she desperately seeks. He pulls back from her kiss and whispers in her ear, "I love you."
Olivia says "I love you too," before she is caught up in the passion…
…Several hours later, as the first rays of faint sunlight fill the room, Olivia throws her head back and rocks to a stop as Trevor's hands fall away from her hips. Breathing heavily, she slides off Trevor and lies next to him, her head resting on his shoulder. Her hair hangs heavily and is plastered to her back and neck with sweat.
He wraps his arms around her as she reaches down and pulls the silk sheet over them. After a few moments, her breathing becomes steady and deep.
Trevor rubs her foot gently with his and allows his heavy eyes to close.
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