Marseilles
You are sitting up to the hotel room's vanity, brushing your hair. You are still wearing only your panties and one of Oliver's dress shirts which on you hangs down mid-thigh. "So what did you want to do today?"
He comes into view behind you in the mirror. Oliver's hair looks deliciously rumpled. He is clad only in his thin white drawstring cotton pants. He moves your hair aside and places a slow kiss on the back of your neck.
"I think we should keep doing what we've been doing."
You roll your eyes and he drapes his arm around your shoulders in the front, sliding his mouth up your neck to nibble on your ear. "How long have we been in Marseilles?"
"Four days," he whispers right against your lobe.
"And how much of the city have we seen in that time?" you ask, ignoring the shivers now running rampant over your spine.
"So I like this room? Is that a crime?"
"I thought we were on vacation?"
"We are. And vacations are for relaxing. I'm more relaxed than I have been in ages. No guns, no enemy agents, lots of you." His kisses have moved to your jawline. "Aren't you relaxed?"
"Uh...um..." Realizing your are quickly being diverted from what you wanted to say, you move his arm away from you and get up. You walk across the room, snagging a pillow from the bed on the way and sit on the window seat with it on your lap. "That's not the point. This is my first time here. I've been here four days, we're leaving tomorrow and all I've seen is the airport, the road from the airport to the hotel, the hotel, and our room." Oliver walks to the bed, crawls across it and lays down on his back with his arms folded behind his head. "I just thought we could maybe go do something."
He arches an eyebrow and smiles. "We've been *doing* something." You throw the pillow at him. He catches it, plumps it up and places it behind his head. He sighs. "Well what would you like to go do?"
"Um..." You grab a brochure from the bedside table and briefly look it over. "Horseback riding?"
"That's sounds good. I'm with you then. Let's go out."
"Wait a minute Oliver, I was just reading. I don't think I'd want to do..."
"Why not?"
"Never been. Don't know how."
You catch a twinkle coming into his sea-foam green eyes. You know that twinkle. That's the trouble twinkle. "Come here."
"Why?"
He leans up a little on his elbow. "Come here." You reluctantly stand up and move to the side of the bed. He grasps your hand and tugs you until you are sitting on the bed.
"What are you doing?"
He slips his hand up to caress your cheek. "I'm going to show you how to ride."
"Oliver."
"No I mean it. Nothing sexual about it. At least there won't be from me."
"What's that supposed to mean? You think you're irresistible or something?" He simply smirks. "You know, I don't find this rumpled thing the slightest bit cute," you lie. "Fine. Show me."
Oliver pats the top of his thighs. "Climb into the saddle." You scoot up and sit across his thighs, legs both to one side. "Oh no, none of that sidesaddle stuff. You'd fall right off that way." He takes a firm hold of your hips, lifts up and redeposits you over his thighs, one of your legs to each side.
You're now wishing you'd pulled on a pair of pajama pants yourself. Your underwear and his thin pants are no barrier to the heat of his skin. "Okay, now what?"
He takes his hands from your hips and places them on the bed to his sides. "Are you ready to ride?" This time, you smirk. He arches up with his legs and you lurch forward. Your hands grasp the bed to either side of his head, barely stopping yourself from landing right on his chest.
"See I told you I wouldn't be any good at it." You push away.
"Stop that. Here let me show you." He grabs your hips again, pulling you forward, almost to the waistband of his pants. "Sit up to the front and lean back a little. Go on." You do as he says, leaning slightly back. "Good. Oh," he takes your hand and lays the palm flat on his stomach. He slides your hand down to his waistband and curls your fingers under it. "You should hold on too." Oliver presses your hand against his body again and lays back. "Ready?"
You gulp and nod your head, trying very hard not to notice the soft warmth of his skin against your fingers or their nearness to his...'No! Not thinking about that!' He arches again and this time, you are able to stay "in the saddle". His motions at first are jerky, jarring, obvious attempts at testing your stability. Once he judges you firmly in place, he changes his movement to slow sensuous undulations.
You are squeezing his hips with your inner thighs. You are trying to breathe as quietly as possible so that he won't notice how effected by him you are becoming. You can't help but notice that your "saddle" seems to be rather effected by the situation as well. As another forward motion brings his growing hardness to press against you, you let a soft moan slip. He gives a forceful thrust with his hips, the momentum loosing your grip and propelling you over his chest again. This time you don't manage to catch yourself and you land on top of him, faces centimeters from each other.
"Still want to go out?" His lips are feather strokes upon your own.
"Damn you're annoying," you crush your mouth against his own, swallowing his chuckle as his fingers come into your hair. Oliver braces your back with his hand as he flips you over, covering your body with his own. His hand dances down the front of the shirt you wear, leaving bared skin in its wake. "You've done that before," you pant against his cheek.
"My...my shirt," he breathes in your ear.
"Oh yeah."
His kisses move to your neck as you feel him rip the underwear from your body. Your hand has slipped beneath his waistband to caress the soft curves of his ass. He is growling against your neck, causing you to smile. Oliver pulls away from you briefly, standing on his knees long enough to push his pants down his legs. When his body covers yours again, you use your feet to push the material the rest of the way off of him.
In one fluid movement, he slides himself inside of you. Your legs curl around the back of his own, bringing him deeper within. His hips resume their undulating rhythm, this time driving you mad with the internal friction they create. Oliver's mouth finds yours again as the waves build higher and higher. You tear your mouth from his in a moan as your climax overtakes you. Within seconds Oliver follows and you cling to each other as your bodies spiral down.
Once you've calmed, he rolls to your side, encouraging you pillow yourself on his chest as he kisses your forehead. "So," he pants, "what do you want to do today?"
You shrug. "Take a little nap, order in some room service," you look into his eyes, "stay here with you."
He smiles. "Same thing as yesterday?"
You stretch, sighing and rolling over to your side. "You complaining Sampson? It's your vacation. You need to learn how to relax."
Oliver turns over, swallowing you in his embrace as he places a light bite on your neck and then soothes the mark with a wet leisurely kiss.
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