We’re stumbling backwards. All mismatched kisses and groping hands and pull me closer. We fall onto his bed and he drags me up until his body is pressing mine into his pillows.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” He kisses over my neck and jaw before nipping my bottom lip, begging for more. He’s desperate. And needy. I love him like this.

He smiles into my lips, and my arms slip around his waist, pulling him closer. God, I need him closer.

“You’re all I think about,” he tells me, abandoning my lips.

I groan in protest until he kisses down my neck. “What exactly do you think about?”

His lips are dangerously close to my breasts. Ugh, who even invented bras? They should be in prison.

“I think about your smile.” He kisses the dip in my chest. “And your laugh…”

“How very wholesome of you.”

“I think about how great your ass looks in panties.”

“Excellent. Tell me more about that,” I say as he kisses his way down to the softness of my belly.

“I think about that day I had you sitting on my desk,” he whispers into my skin. “I think about how you’d look in my bathtub up to your neck in bubbles.”

I giggle.

“Thanks for that, by the way,” he says, pulling away from me. “I get hard whenever I look at it now.”

“That’s rough,” I say as he urges me to arch my back. “It’s in a very inconvenient location.”

“Tell me about it.” His lips are back on mine as his clever fingers sneak around my back, unclasping my bra with ease. He throws it somewhere. Out the window, hopefully.

“What about my boobs? Do you think about them?”

“Yeah, once or twice or every second of the day.”

“You must really like them.”

“They’re alright.”

I’m giggling with each kiss he peppers along my body, exploring every dip and curve I have. His current trek includes coaxing out sounds that I never knew I could make. And when he licks over the swell of my breast, I realize that I’m so turned on that I might actually combust.

“Can we speed this along?” I ask him. “You can make the next round last all night, but I really think I’m gonna go into a coma if I don’t have an orgasm in the next five seconds.”

He laughs—laughs!—at me but doesn’t change his pace at all. He’s just one long, slow kiss after the other. The tease of all teases. Drinking me in like fine wine.

But I am not fine wine!

I’m the four dollar special that you have to drink in five seconds or else it turns into an unbearably horny girl.

“We have all the time in the world, Olivia.”