Olivia lay in bed and heard Edgar rummaging around in their adjoining bathroom. After an adventurous round of lovemaking and chocolate, Edgar had excused himself from their bed, and asked for ten minutes before she joined him. Remembering what he had done for her not an hour ago brought a smile to her face. She didn't think she'd ever look at chocolate fondue the same way again.
When he had whispered quietly in her ear his plans for the evening during the state dinner, she was sure that her face rivaled the red of the decorative flags that adorned the dining hall. What he could do to her with a few well-placed words was absurd. The rumble of his voice did the most delicious things to her libido, but it took one look into his eyes to know that it was the words themselves that touched her heart.
He could say something as mundane as 'good afternoon' and her knees would begin to wobble.
Had it really only been two weeks ago that the reading of files had lead to an impromptu make-out session in her office? Olivia smiled at that memory. Edgar had come to her office to discuss things, and instead of sitting at her customary desk, she asked him to join her on the sofa. She had been rather tired that day and had leaned on his shoulder as he went into detail. She had soon realized that she had completely tuned out the words he was saying, and instead, was listening to the rumbling pattern of his voice. The soft timber as it rumbled against her ear put her in a most amorous mood, and before long, she had moved from laying her head on his shoulder to sitting in his lap facing him. She had begun kissing him, and he stopped his explanations of security detail, attempting to return her kisses. She had declined and asked him to continue talking, about what she didn't care; all she wanted was to hear her his voice. He quoted Shakespeare while she removed his jacket, talked about his views on the new rules as she opened his shirt, and finally was reduced to quoting the ABC's while she opened his pants and slid her hands inside.
Olivia smiled to herself. If he had any doubt as to what her voice did to her, he was no longer unaware after that wonderful afternoon.
Thinking of him, and hearing that he was no longer moving about in the bathroom, she decided he must be ready and waiting for her. She crawled out of bed and opened the bathroom door to a wonderfully romantic scene. Inside, Edgar had practically every flat surface covered in candles and was kneeling in their large tub. "Are you sure we won't set off the smoke detectors?" she joked, but received no answer from him, only a slight smile.
His eyes drew her to him; he had a 'come hither' stare to him that did the most delicious things to her imagination. She moved towards him and he extended a hand to assist her with getting in the tub. She began to sit in the tub, but was stopped by a kiss to her stomach and a look from him. He drew the bath cloth from the steaming water and stood up to face her. He brought the cloth to her face and began to gently caress her eyes, then her cheeks, then her lips, to her neck – his lips following the trail the cloth had taken moments before.
Olivia groaned in approval and then in frustration as he dipped down to the water to gather more water on the cloth.
He again placed the cloth against her body, this time beginning with her shoulders moving down towards her hands, again his lips following the cloth. Olivia could feel the blush coming to the surface of her skin. Never had he done something so blatantly erotic and yet completely loving. As he made his way to her nipples she sighed his name, and received a little nip in return. It was then she realized he had yet to say a word since she had entered the bathroom. She found his silence erotic and highly ironic. Hadn't it been only a few minutes before that she had been thinking about his voice?
Olivia was finding it very difficult to remain in the standing position. Edgar had worked his way down her left leg and was proceeding with her right one. By this time he was kneeling in the tub attending to her as if her were a servant. She wanted to make a comment about how this position must be difficult on his knees, but the phrase died on her lips as Edgar chose that moment to speak to her for the first time. He had placed her foot back down in the tub and softly commanded, "spread wide for me."
She obeyed the command instantly and was rewarded with a soft kiss to her sex. She quickly grabbed onto the wall for support. Edgar held her to him as he began to work his magic against her. Even with the wall and Edgar's loving hands, she still felt as if she were swaying. She eased a hand down to his head and gently caressed his ear. He looked up at her and their eyes locked on each other. He then did something that she had never even imagined, had never even thought possible. He spoketoher,intoher the same three words that she screamed as she immediately reached her flash point. "I love you." Olivia's world literally melted down to the reverberations of her Edgar's voice in her body, she could feel it caress every fiber of her being. She had never felt more loved than she did at this moment, and upon the realization that it was the one true love of her life who had orchestrated these feelings, she blacked out as she climaxed again being sent over the edge again by Edgar's whisper into her soul of those same three words.