Chapter 19: This Love is Silent

Otto had successfully managed to retrieve two glasses from the party without anyone noticing and managed to slip out without anyone else bothering him. It helped to create a distraction by telling Harry he should make a toast about his father.

He'd returned upstairs to his lab and was pleasantly surprised to find Ada had beaten him and was sitting on the edge of his desk, her legs crossed and a bottle of champagne next to her.

"How did you get that up here?"

"I may know someone in catering whose son wants surfing lessons for his birthday."

"Oh, connections," he was actually impressed and helped her hop down, immediately welcoming a kiss.

She held him tenderly as she stroked his cheek.

"I am sorry about getting so mad. My head was all over the place down there. But here," she kissed him quickly again and smiled, "here we can be ourselves. No interruptions and no people judging us. I can think clearly, and I know what I want."

"And what's that?"

"Right now?" She pulled back and grabbed the bottle, "A drink with you. We can make our own celebrations."

When Ada opened the bottle, both laughed as the foam hurried out and Otto tried to catch it with the glasses. They filled them to the brim, and she quickly shoved the bottle aside in favour of raising the glass against his.

"To?" He queried, wondering if she was going to say, 'to us' or 'the future.'

"To talking. Why didn't we talk sooner?"

Otto thought for a while, letting her take a sip of her champagne and thinking of the right words.

He remembered Rosie's favourite poet and words she had always quoted to him.

"'This love is silent'. For a while, I didn't think it needed to be said. But…my ego got in the way again."

"TS Eliot?" She queried and her mind seemed to wander for a short time, "Let us go then, you and I, when the even is spread out against the sky.'"

Otto was a little short for words.

"You know Eliot?"

"I have one last secret: I collect books of old poetry. I didn't just have my nose stuck in science, history, and execution books."

He laughed. Of course, she would like Eliot.

"To talking."

They clinked their glasses and Otto took a sip, but Ada seemed to drink hers in one go, as if preparing herself for something.

She put her glass and looked back at him, a familiar twinkle in her eye.

"I want to apologise. Properly."

"You already have," he placed his glass by hers, but before he could move back, she placed her hands on his chest and smiled.

"Not properly."

Something in her eyes told him to wait. To watch.

Her hands, pressed flat against his jacket, moved slowly over him, down and down, until he knew her destination before she even moved the jacket aside for easier access.

"Here?" He lowered his voice, despite it being only the two of them, "Are you sure?"

She pressed her hand and cupped his cock through the fabric of his trousers and pants.

"Extremely sure."

His hands came to her neck and held her tenderly as he gently pulled her slowly closer.

Unless the occupants of the adjacent buildings had binoculars, no one would see what they were doing.

But it still sent a thrill through both as hands wandered and mouths connected. The sound surrounding them was their own heavy breathing and skin brushing against the fabric.

Otto had an idea.

"Trust me?"

"Always."

He pulled back, hands on her shoulders.

"Turn around."

He wouldn't push her, but there was a look of delicious promise in his eyes, and she did as he asked.

His breath ghosted over her neck, and she shut her eyes in anticipation.

Both hands came to the strap of her dress and found the little buttons that held it together. She could feel herself shudder as the straps fell down and Otto's hands came around, first smoothing over her collarbone, before skilfully dipping between her skin and the fabric and pushing it the rest of the way down as he exposed her breasts and cupped them.

She pushed back against him, her head falling back and resting against his shoulder as she gasped in delight.

Otto's body was reacting fast, his cock hardening and pressing against her backside as he massaged her breasts, her nipples pebbling in excitement against his palms.

He lathered attention to her, praising her skin as he cupped and pinched her nipples between his thumb and finger. But not hard enough to hurt. Never.

"Tell me what you want me to do?" Ada was putty in his embrace. No man or woman had ever had such an impact on her.

What did Otto want? Everything. He wanted to give her everything and take it all. But right now?

"I want to take you on this desk. Our desk. I want to bend you over and be inside of you."

"Yes."

Reluctantly, his hands left her breasts, but smoothed over her stomach and hips, squeezing her flesh in his grasp.

"Bend over," he urged her, lust clouding his mind.

She did as he asked, her hands slapping eagerly down against the tabletop as her body began to take over, her hips pushing back against him. A moan escaped her lips, and she surprised even herself with how wanton she sounded.

She shut her eyes and just felt him as he grasped the fabric of her skirt and hoisted it up. Fingers brushed against the edge of her panties, and he hooked either side before pulling them down, just far enough to leave her exposed to him.

Her breath quickened as he unzipped his pants and brushed against her, but it was his hand pressing between her legs.

She eagerly pressed back as his fingers played with her folds, before dipping in between and she heard his chuckle as he spread her wetness around.

She shuddered in excitement as the tip of his cock touched her and finally, removing his hand, he slowly pushed inside.

The delicious stretch sent a fresh shockwave through her spine.

She braced herself as Otto set up a slow, but hard rhythm that left her a quivering, jelly-like mess.

The claws came out in front of her and held the desk and her imagination ran wild. Her mind wandered for a moment. She imagined her wrists together, one of the claws pinning them down in front of her as Otto fucked her and it had a surprisingly positive effect on her.

"Oh, God!"

She cried out and Otto wasn't sure what he had done, but the noises she made were encouraging him and he felt himself drawing closer to the edge, pushing him further.

But it wasn't enough.

He leaned over, his hands moving over her, caressing her skin as he ground his hips.

"Let me look at your face."

He helped her stand straight and reluctantly, slid out of her as he distracted her with one last kiss.

She turned around and held her skirt in place as he guided her back and helped lift her up, her legs dangling on either side as his mouth attacked her neck.

Her hand reached down and grasped his hard member, her fingers flexing for a few seconds, feeling her own wetness surrounding him.

Then, as he leaned over and pushed her back onto the desk, she guided him back inside of her welcoming entrance.

She shuddered again and this time, he held her close, waiting before he moved.

Never had he experienced something so intense. Her strength as she clung to him. Her legs moved up to keep him close.

"I love you," he whispered as his lips ghosted over her skin, but he voiced his concerns, "are you comfortable like this?"

She chuckled and nuzzled the side of his head, burying her hand in his hair.

"I will tell you, but right now, just hold me like this."