Inheritance
"I never thought I'd see this place again." Oliver sighs as he sits your bags inside the door.
"Well if you don't like the place, why are we here?" you ask, looking around the living room of the dim mansion that has seen better days.
"Inheritance. And I am never one to refuse property it is generally not known that I own. It has a tendency to come in handy."
"If it's an inheritance, why did you never expect to see the place again? You can't convince me that you have any brothers or sisters who may have gotten it instead of you. You have to be an only child."
"It was my uncle's place if you must know. I was chosen by default as his son died in a car accident late last year. And what makes you think I am an only child?"
"Oh because, even as an adult, if you don't get your way, you sulk...or throw a tantrum."
"You know, I've suddenly decided I don't appreciate this pathetic attempt at psychoanalysis."
"What was that I said about tantrums?"
"You want a tantrum? Try this on for size." He storms out of the room, not even looking back at you once and soon you hear a door slam from far down the hallway.
You close the door. As you pass a mirror, you ponder how you managed to fit your foot so perfectly in your mouth without even smearing your lipstick. "Oliver?" You call down the hallway. There is no answer and many shut doors to try your luck behind. "Oliver? Oh come on, I'm sorry. Come out here and talk this out with me?"
You try the first door. There is nothing inside but large steamer trunks covered in cobwebs and dust. "Damn." You try the next door. This had obviously been a woman's room. There is a large canopy bed in the middle of the room, all done up in white lace bedclothes and curtains. The rich mahogany of the posts matches the dresser and wardrobe at the far end of the room. You proceed farther in, trying to duck under the spiderwebs that have collected from years of disuse and wishing you'd worn pants as the webs brush against your bare legs. You can just make out the frame of a picture on the dresser. You move closer, floorboards creaking beneath you. You pick up the frame, wiping a layer of dust from the glass. The picture beneath shows a tall beautiful woman with long blonde hair standing beside a black horse with two little boys on it. The boys both look to be about 10, and all are smiling. As you appraise it closer, one of the little boys is very obviously Oliver. 'It's disgusting that someone was that cute his entire life. Geez, this keeps up and I'm gonna have to take my sig sauer with me to the retirement home just to keep the wrinkled hussies off him!'
You hear a door open from out in the hallway. "Love?"
"In here Oliver." You turn, frame in hand, and head for the door. The floor beneath you creaks loudly this time. "Um, Oliver?" You try to move toward the door, only to have the floorboards splinter beneath you. You scream and try to jump for it. Your hands barely have a grasp on the edge of the gaping hole where the floor used to be, when you start to slip. You begin to look beneath you for a foothold, anything. You only see darkness.
You lose your grip. You scream futilely as you begin to fall, only to have a vice-like grip grab hold of your wrist. "It's okay, I've got you. Hang on, I'll pull you up."
"I'm sorry about earlier! Please don't let me fall!"
He smiles. "A bit of a drastic way to get an apology out of you don't you think? Give me your other hand."
You reach for each other and hear the floor creak beneath Oliver. "Oh no! Oliver drop me! Get out of here!"
"For goodness sakes girl, make up your mind!" He is still smiling. "Help me out. Nearly there." He reels you out over the edge. "Good girl, now wait in the hall. I'll be there in a second." You practically run for the door. Oliver picks the framed picture off the floor and follows you out. He reaches an arm behind your head and bends your forehead to his lips. He dusts your brow with a kiss and nuzzles against your face. "Are you all right?"
"Yes."
"Now, where did you find this?" He shows you the picture.
"It was on the dresser. Who's the lady and the other little boy?"
"That's my aunt and my cousin. I see you recognized me then?"
"How could I not?" He leads you into a room with an open door, obviously where he'd been holed up earlier. This room is perfectly clean. Dark green accents on heavy wood tones lend it a distinctly masculine quality. He sits you on the bed, takes the picture to the dresser and sits it face down on top. He looks over at you, a small glimmer of nostalgia lurking behind those brilliant green eyes as he comes back to you from a more innocent time. "I really am sorry about earlier."
Oliver sits down beside you. "Shh, it wasn't like you were wrong. I just didn't...you know, like facing it I guess."
"Gee and I was being so generous, I can't imagine why that was." He smiles and brushes a hand back through your hair. "You should have let me fall. I deserved it."
Oliver caresses your cheek. "Now if I had done that, I couldn't do this." He leans forward and kisses you. You respond eagerly, and feel him smile against your mouth as your hand dances down his shirtfront, freeing his chest to your palms' explorations. He moves his kisses to your throat. His hands move to the hem of your dress and work it slowly up and over your head. As you push his shirt off his shoulders and start to undo his fly, he removes your bra and underpants.
"That's not fair," you pant as his mouth places sucking kisses on your breasts.
"What's not?"
"You're always one step ahead of me." He grins and lays you back on the pillows, then steps back off the bed, taking off the rest of his clothes. "Better?"
"Oh yes. You naked is always a better kind of thing." He climbs back onto the bed, settling over you and between your legs. He poises himself at your opening and then goes back to nibbling your neck. "Oliver?"
"Yes?"
"Please!"
"You want something?"
You pull his head back to look in your eyes. "Oh you know better than that. There are two things you never do to me."
"Really?" He smiles.
"Yeah, dare....and tease," you say as you thrust forward and embed his erection deep inside yourself. He moans out loud, surprised and entirely pleased. You move your bodies together, perfect partners in work and in love, each knowing the other well enough to anticipate and maneuver for optimum bliss. You both cry out as your climaxes overtake you and you fall asleep in each others arms.
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