The lovers kissed their way to Grace's bedroom in a flurry. They fell into bed, hands roaming everywhere.
"Please. I need you," she purred against his ear.
"I am here at your behest, darling. Tell me what you want."
"Oliver, make love to me." He was met with her hungry electrifying blue eyes.
He sighed and pressed his forehead against hers, "There's nothing I desire more right now. But you know we can't do that. I made a promise not to defile you and I mean to honor that vow."
"I know. You're right. I'm just so frustrated. It's so hard to concentrate on anything else right now. I am so aware of the emptiness inside. Do you think I'm a wonton s-slut?"
Oliver chuckled. "Of course not, I'm flattered that you think of me like that. You are incredibly sexy and I want you too."
"I am so terribly desperate for relief."
"I think I can help you with that. Do you trust me?"
"Implicitly," she bit her lower lip.
Oliver pulled her dress over her head, revealing her lacy black panties and matching bra. He unclasped her bra and her perky breasts bounced free. He tenderly kissed a trail from behind her ear down to her rosy buds, suckling one nipple while fondling the other. "Oh, yes!" She groaned. He gently pinched and tugged, eliciting little sighs of delight. He gave a little nip and she squealed. He cupped her mound. Heat was radiating off of her. Their tongues danced together. Grace ground her crotch into his hip, desperate for friction to relieve the pressure building between her legs.
Oliver lowered her panties, revealing the dewy curls guarding her entrance. He kneeled before her and reverently whispered, "You are so damn beautiful." He lightly traced her plump pink petals tenderly back and forth. He dipped a finger into her tight slit and was rewarded with a gasp. She was dripping wet. He pulled out his finger and spread her honey over her clit. She thrust her hips up to grind herself against him.
Delicately, he inserted a second finger. It was a snug fit, he could feel her muscles straining to accommodate him.
"I'm so wet for you," she breathed.
Her pussy squeezed his fingers, begging for more.
"I'd like to kiss you here, darling." He tapped lightly over her sex.
She looked deep into his eyes and nodded.
He leaned forwards and placed a gentle kiss where no man had kissed before. He began his slow worship of her body. Grace was overwhelmed with a thousand new sensations: Oliver's breath on her most sensitive area, his tongue drawing circles over her throbbing clit, his fingers exploring her depths. He drew a hiss from her mouth with a gentle nip of her swollen bud. He lapped up the nectar that was flowing freely from her entrance.
She moaned his name again and again, eyes shut tight, head lobbing back and forth.
"Feels so good," she panted breathily.
"God, you are so sexy. I love to watch you in heat."
He kissed and licked her relentlessly and she grabbed his smooth head, holding him tight to her.
Oliver was spurned on by her responsiveness. He unzipped his pants and gave his throbbing shaft a few strokes. Precum was forming at his tip. He pressed his hard cock against her folds. She was so slippery, hot, and inviting. It was all he could do not to sink into her depths and spear her maidenhead.
"God, I want to fuck you right now."
"So do it," she dared him.
"Damn you woman, stop tempting me!"
He rubbed the broad head of his shaft up and down her soaking pussy lips. Back and forth he teased her opening, and pressed against her cute little button. He gave her all the pressure he could and she thrust her hips to meet him, trying to swallow his length inside of her, but he was careful not to penetrate her. She was soon trembling uncontrollably.
"Yes! Oliver! Yes, please!"
"That's it, darling. Come for me."
With that, she let go and wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body from her throbbing clit to her pebbled nipples to that empty aching need deep inside. He could feel the reverberation of her orgasm against his cock.
Oliver held her tight while her body thrashed against him.
"That's right, darling. Enjoy your last spend before our wedding. Tomorrow, I will take you and make you mine. I will be tender with you and give you unimaginable pleasure, but I'll also take my own. I can't wait to see you walking down the aisle tomorrow." Oliver traced her jaw with his finger.
"I love you so much, Oliver. I can't wait to finally be joined with you body and soul," her eyelids fluttered open as she came back down from her high.
Oliver pulled the sheets up covering her and tenderly kissed his pretty fiancée goodnight. He quietly slipped out of the suite and leaned against the hallway outside her door. "God, she will be the death of me!" He whispered to himself. A familiar voice broke his reverie. "Ah, Oliver. Have you kissed your bride goodnight?" Charlotte approached.
"I just tucked her into bed," he cleared his throat and adjusted his pants uncomfortably in the hallway, but there was no use trying to hide his painful erection.
She immediately understood his discomfort and smiled sympathetically.
"You are an honorable man, Oliver Warbucks. Even if no one gives you credit for it."
"I've acted dishonorably often enough. I am trying to make amends. I love that woman with all that I am. Please, give her this in the morning when she wakes," he handed her a small box with a card.
"Goodnight Oliver. I'll take good care of your beloved. Before you know it, you will be man and wife and all things will be permitted." Charlotte gave him a cheeky wink.
"Yes, well, there are 24 long hours until then," he stalked away gruffly.
