Chapter Thirty Five

Lizzie wasn't sure that she wasn't about to pass out, run away, or die on the spot. She was pressed against Oscar's body, her hands had slid around his body, and whilst they were linked across his stomach, she could feel the pressure of his erection just a fraction away from them. That made her legs shake, but the fact that he was so hard, so ready, that he still wanted her so badly, that spurred her on.

She kept her lips where they were, between his shoulder blades, against his warm skin. Heaven, she didn't need more than that, but if she got more, she'd be happier than she could imagine.

His fingers linked over hers, pressing her hands into his stomach and he sighed as she nipped at his skin.

"Shit."

She chuckled against his skin, but then he broke the contact as he turned in her embrace. She kept her eyes low, watching his shoulders become his broad chest, she longed to run her hands over him, but their hands were still entwined. He dropped one hand, then lifted a hand to her chin, raising her head so that he could look at her.

"Lizzie, are you sure?"

She shrugged, suddenly so self conscious, "it's like you said, we've done this before."

He lifted his other hand to frame her face, "nope, we've fallen into shit before, this...this is planned...wanted...needed. We are consenting, agreeing..." He smiled, "I need to know that this is what you want."

She had to think for a long moment as she stood there in front of him in her underwear. Did she trust him? That was what he was asking. Did she want him? Within moments she knew that the answer to both was yes.

So she nodded, "I trust you."

She could've said so much more, but his eyes lit up at that, then he dropped his lips to hers.

It was desperate, aggressive, yet passionate and special. She was ravished by his lips, his teeth and his tongue, but she wasn't a passive spectator, she was an equal, devouring him as hungrily as he was attacking her.

"Upstairs," he breathed against her neck. "Too dangerous here."

He was right, if Nate walked in they'd have nowhere to hide, at least in bed they could pull a duvet over themselves, and hide what was happening from the little man. There were things that he didn't need to see, plus she didn't want to confuse him. Not yet. But stepping away from him, it made her feel vulnerable all over again. As she hesitated, he seemed to read her mind, and without a second thought, scooped her up into his arms.

"I'm too heavy," she protested, trying to cover her body with her arms.

He merely shook his head, "you're tiny. Now, arms around my neck. No hiding."

Her heart pounded with anxiety, but this was happening, there was nothing she could do, it was hardly like she could hide from him.

Oscar kicked the bedroom door closed behind him, so glad that Nate hadn't woken, he was about to burst through his shorts, and that was not the sight for a four year old. In the sanctuary of her room, he let her slither down his body. Holding her close.

"You have no idea of what I want to do to you."

Her eyes widened as he slid his hands up her body, over her hips, her waist until they settled on her ribs, below her breasts.

"Don't be shy, not now..."

She shook her head, "I'm not, but you scare me."

That cut him to the core, "I won't hurt you."

Lizzie rolled her eyes, "I know you don't want to...but I worry I'm not enough..."

He hated her insecurity, so he massaged at the base of her breasts with his thumbs, "you are too much for me, too good for me...too much of everything. It's me that is scared, of not being good enough for you."

"I'm not experienced," she bit her lip as she confessed that.

If she hadn't been pressing into his hands, forcing her breasts into his hands, then he'd have been more worried, "there were no signs of that, I swear."

She nodded again, "I haven't got any condoms."

That made him grimace. He placed a hand on each of her shoulders, "do not move a muscle." then he sprinted out of the room.

He had had the forethought to pick some up en masse a few days earlier, and rather than fishing a few from the box of twelve, he grabbed the lot then ran back equally as quick.

She was stood there, head bowed...he had to make her realise how desirable she was. Stepping up to her back, he pressed his body against her.

"Feel this..." he wrapped his arms around her. "All for you, Lizzie."

He turned her slowly, kissing across her shoulders, her collar bone as he turned her. It was meant to make her feel safer, more secure, more wanted. But it only served to ramp up his own desire. He was starving, craving her. Before she could even process what he was doing he had reached and unhooked her bra.

He loved her breasts, but if he spent time appreciating them visually, he knew that she'd feel awkward. So he decided to overwhelm her instead, by dropping his head and taking one in his mouth. Within moments he could feel her surrender, reach the point that she didn't care about anything but what they were about to share.

Lowering her to the bed, he watched as she spread out over the pillows, naked bar the scrap of lace that classed as her knickers.

With a growl, he reached for them and pulled them over her thighs, tossing the scrap to the floor behind him. Before she could protest, he lifted her legs over his shoulders and buried his face into her thighs.

Lizzie exploded, it took all of about two seconds, before his expert fingers, tongue and lips didn't so much as tip her over the edge, as threw her off a sheer cliff. It took long moments to regain her composure, and even then he kept on, teasing, tasting and pushing her to her limits. And beyond. When she exploded for the third time, she wouldn't let him carry on, instead she pulled him up to hers, and he pressed a long slow kiss against her lips. Frustrated yet so, so satisfied, she needed to share that feeling. So she reached for the box from the bedside table.

She fumbled to slide it on to him, once he'd pulled off his shorts; he grimaced at her clumsiness, then his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he sank into her.

She held her breath, he was right. This was so much more than the previous times. His eyes met hers, never leaving them as she moved over her, and in her.

His head rested on hers, their breathing erratic, their hearts pounded almost in unison.

"Don't throw me out." Oscar asked almost at a plea.

She took a few deep breaths, then nodded, "I just don't want to confuse Nate."

He smiled, "he wouldn't notice. He's not old enough to even think anything of me being here."

Before she could reply he shifted to the side of her, taking his weight off her, then kissed her long, slow and seductively.

"I was going to say yes without the kiss."

"I know." He sat up, "that was just because I could."

He disappeared to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, and was back in minutes striding across the bedroom with no shame. Naked, proud and so sexy.

Sliding in beside her, he opened his arms and she curled up against him, "I didn't think you'd do hugging."

He laughed, "I don't want to let you go."

It was the perfect thing to say, and she quite happily relaxed into a slumber in his arms, his lips resting on her forehead.

Lizzie woke in the morning wrapped in Oscar's arms. Her body ached, but her mind immediately filled with the memories of the night. She'd woken to go to the bathroom at somewhere around two am, and he'd been lying there awake waiting for her to return.

He'd frowned at the shirt that covered her, but within seconds he'd whipped it off and was devouring her all over again. Somewhere around then she lost a lot of her inhibitions, pretty much the same time that he proved once again that multiple orgasms weren't something limited to romance novels and porn films.

His erection was pressed against her thigh, and when she wriggled slightly, it grew in size, and dug into her. Sighing she rolled in his arms, to meet his sleepy eyes.

"Hey."

He grinned, reaching to swipe the hair out of her eyes, "hey you too. You ok?"

She nodded, "a bit stiff."

Oscar laughed at that before pushing his pelvis into her, "and there was me thinking that was my line."

She swatted at his shoulder, but her laugh was lost against his lips, in another one of his igniting kisses. She never thought she could feel so alive, so sexual, so desired. But he did that to her.

As he pushed her back against the pillows, his mouth seeking the soft flesh of her neck, a noise from the hallway caused her to freeze.

"Shit," she pushed him off her. "I'll go intercept...you may need a cold shower."

He rolled back on to the pillows and groaned, "bloody kids!"

Laughing, she sat up, pulling on her dressing gown, as she got to the bedroom door she glanced back at him, and laughed to see the look of discomfort on his face.

An hour later, Nate was ready for school, and she had managed to make some coffee, when she wasn't daydreaming. Oscar had barely appeared, instead he reported he was shaving and having a shower. It made Lizzie smile, knowing that he took a long time to regain his composure after their interruption.

"Can you go clean your teeth darling? Go ask your Dad to help you. He's in the bathroom too."

He skipped off, and she placed his packed lunch into his school bag, and was on her second mug of coffee when Oscar came into the kitchen. She expected him to be wearing a suit for work, but he was in jeans and a sweater.

"Not working?"

He shrugged, "going to go in nearer lunchtime, but I thought I'd treat you to some breakfast."

Lounging against the work surface with is hip, he smiled at her, studying her. She sighed, "you are spoiling me."

He laughed, "you deserve it."

He stepped up and swept his lips over hers, brief, but filled with promise. He was back in his position, looking at her blushing in response when the door opened and Nate barrelled into the room.

"Are you taking me to school today Aunty Lizzie?"

"Would you like that? I can do that. It's my favourite thing."

Oscar stepped in, "I thought we could both take you. How does that sound?"

Nate grinned, "coooool!"

Lizzie waved to Nate as he disappeared into his classroom with the rest of his group. She'd noticed the other mothers staring at Oscar, most with extreme interest; he was undeniably handsome, so when his hand slipped into hers, pulling her close to him, she knew she was beaming. All thoughts to take it easy, to protect her heart went out the window. Instead she felt her attraction to Oscar grow with every gesture.

He was talking to her, about everything and nothing. She responded appropriately, but the light-hearted feeling, the happiness she felt seemed to occupy her thoughts more closely.

"I didn't take you as a PDA type." She finally shook herself out of her reverie.

He glanced down at her, "PDA?"

Lizzie chuckled, "public display of affection. Thought that would be a no-no for you." To demonstrate, she lifted their joined hands for his inspection.

As they continued to walk, he stared at their hands, then eventually back to her face, "you think THAT is affection?"

Then without warning, he tipped her backwards in an almost theatrical gesture, before ravishing her lips with his own. It was unexpected, hot, and completely blew her mind...until a few cars honked their horns.

"Get a room!" Someone shouted from another passing car.

And it made them both laugh. Pulling her back to upright, he wrapped his arms around her, a warm and promising hug, and it was as though he'd planned to seduce her, turn her into jelly.

Seeing her dazed eyes, he chuckled, "that was the best use of PDA that I've ever known."

Then he started to lead her on to the café.