He asked and Oliver left out a smile.
“Why? Are you scared she might barg in here and kidnap me again?” She smiled and Nate nod his head.
“Susan is crazy, she won’t stop until she gets what she wants, I want you to be save, until I settle all this, should I drop you in your father house or mine?” He asked and Oliver chuckled.
“That woman just cut down our fun,” she frowm and Nate chuckled, she knew the best idea is to stay with her father now, but she’s gonna miss Nate spot, she has been anticipating to have a lot of fun with him, but too bad that woman have to do this, she felt like seeing Susan and strangled her to death.
“Should we go another round? Should we just have the whole fun today” he smirk and his phone ring out loud, he check for the caller and it happened to be his father. He excuse himself before clicking on the answer button.
“I missed you call, I am very sorry, hope there’s no problem?” Mr Wilson asked, he knew his son won’t call him without a reason, he hope his son isn’t in trouble.
“I’ll like to see you, I’ll be in your house In the next four hours” he said and end the call.
“We can have fun for extra four hours” he said and Oliver blush hard.
Oliver checked herself out in the mirror with a smile plastered on her face. They were putting on a matching outfit. They decided to go have fun in the bar before coming back the room.
Nate reaches for the door, and as they walked out of the room, he puts his hand in the small of her back gently guiding her inside the bar. She smile, as you feel his soft hard on her body,
They both seated at a U shaped booth rather than at a table, and after some debate Nate rearrange the table setting so that they can sit beside each other, backs towards the wall. Nate called on one of the waiter and he rushed to their table. Nate order a bottle of champagne and there drink came some minutes later.
Starters come in, and the wine and conversation flows. They are moving closer together, not only because the conversation is interesting but because they wanna feel each other warmth. Their knees touch under the table, and have for a while. Elbows occasionally brush.
The server clears the table for the main course, and they sit back. He turns towards her, and he moves his hand until his finger tips come to rest on her forearm. She feel the little hairs on her arms rising straight up. He moves his hand down, pausing for a moment to grip her fingers that are rested on the seat, but then continuing to move underneath the table cloth to softly touch her thigh. He looks in her eyes for confirmation, and finding only passion his hand moves down to where the skirt ends just above the knee. His finger tips move in small soft circles on the inside of her thighs, Oliver head spins and she have no idea how she’s going to make it through another two courses….
She was mercifully rescued by the waiter who brings the main dishes to the table. Because Nate is ready to finger her till she cum there. His hand reluctantly moves back, but not before a gentle squeeze has reassured her that it will be back, more insistent and more purposeful. She excuse her after finishing the main course, retreating to the relative sanctuary of the lady’s room.
She came back almost immediately, because she was scared of meeting Derrick or getting kidnapped again.
Upon returning to the table, the desserts have already arrived, leaving her feel relieved that the tension is almost over, yet twice as tense because it is. She’s almost getting addicted to sex. The bar crowd has thinned out, and it is only with a slight hesitation that she accept his offering of whipped cream on his finger, slowly taking it into her mouth and making sure no cream is left behind.
Nate felt the urge to have her, so he stood up to pay for their bills.
They walked back to the hotel, but Unfortunately, they are joined by an older couple, so the planned elevator make out session must be replaced by an acceptable alternative. Standing in the back of the elevator, he moves his hand from the small of her back exploring further down, and from the expression on his face he is approving what lies below.
Stepping out of the elevator, he laughs as he for a moment cannot remember the room number. He fumbles with the key card before getting it into the slot – but an embarrassed smile promises that he won’t have any further insertion problems tonight. He opens the door and let her in first only a single lamp is lit in their hotel room, the curtains are drawn and the hallway is in semi darkness. Oliver drop her hand bag to the floor, wondering when they changed the room curtains and all that. As she feel him close by she turn and their mouths meet in a forceful, almost violent kiss.
He presses her up against the wall, and she can feel his erection through his pants. He moves his hand on her thigh, between her legs, to feel the warmth and wetness that has been building for the past few hours. He disengages the kiss, and asks if she want to stop. “Fuck me” she says, and he complies.
He pulls her over to the bed and pushes her down. His hand reaches inside het skirt, and in a swift movement he pulls the panties off. Her skirt is hiked up to her waist, and before she can catch her breath she feel his tongue on her pussy, seeking to explore the wetness inside before moving up to the sensitive spot. He uses his fingers to expose the clitoris, and after a while the licking turns into sucking as he takes the swollen clit into his mouth and let the tip of his tongue play its game.