Chapter 30: Olivia and Lila

Liv had just put Olivia and Lila to bed in the dimly lit bedroom, where night lights cast a gentle glow across stuffed animals and rumpled blankets. The hour had grown too late for her to journey home, and Ian, concerned about her safety on the dark, winding roads, had asked her to stay. She texted her mother from the comfort of the living room sofa, the soft lamplight illuminating her face as she typed that she was staying at her “boyfriend’s” house tonight. Her mother’s response came with a tell-tale ping: “So he finally made a move huh?” Liv’s fingers danced across the screen as she replied, “No, I did,” finishing with a playful wink emoji that made her smile.

The sound of running water echoed from the ensuite bathroom, where Ian was showering before bed. Steam seeped through the crack beneath the door, carrying the fresh scent of soap and shampoo. Liv slipped out of her clothes, feeling the cool air caress her skin as each garment dropped to the plush carpet. She slid between the silky sheets of the bed, their cool touch against her bare skin sending a pleasant shiver up her spine as she nestled into the luxurious comfort of the mattress.

When Ian emerged from the bathroom, trailing the scent of clean soap and warm skin, droplets of water still clinging to his shoulders, Liv let out an appreciative whistle that cut through the quiet room. “Hey there sexy daddy! Why don’t you come join me,” she called, her voice honeyed with suggestion as she patted the expansive king-sized bed, the crisp sound of her hand against the fabric inviting him closer. Ian slipped under the covers, the mattress dipping slightly beneath his weight. His discovery of Liv’s nakedness was instant—as was his body’s response, warm skin meeting warm skin in the cocoon of the bedding.

With eager movements, Liv pounced, pressing him into the cloud-soft pillows that cradled his head. Her lips found his in a passionate kiss that tasted faintly of mint toothpaste, while her body responded with unmistakable arousal. Ian’s strong hands gripped the curve of her backside, lifting her with ease as though she weighed nothing at all, the muscles in his arms flexing as he positioned himself at her entrance.

“This is much better than the theatre chair!” they both giggled, their laughter filling the otherwise quiet room, mingling with the distant sound of wind rustling tree branches outside the window. Ian entered her slowly, the sensation causing Liv to release a moan that seemed to vibrate through the still night air—a sound of pleasure so pure and melodic that Ian thought it the most exquisite he’d ever heard.

“Ian, I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long,” Liv confessed, her voice a breathless whisper against his ear, warm and intimate. “Countless nights I’ve dreamed of being in your bed.” The faint scent of her perfume mixed with the natural aroma of their desire filled the space between them.

“Now you’re here, my darling,” Ian murmured against her lips, his voice deep and resonant in the quiet room. He kissed her again with tender affection, their mouths moving in perfect harmony as he began to thrust slowly, rhythmically, while his hands explored the soft fullness of her breasts, feeling her heartbeat racing beneath his fingertips.

Liv and Ian made love until the early hours of the morning, their slumber eventually interrupted by Lila. They lay entwined in the rumpled sheets, the morning light filtering through the half-drawn curtains casting a golden glow across their bare skin. Ian was spooning behind Liv, his body still connected intimately with hers, their shared warmth a cocoon against the cool morning air.

“Dad, I’m hungry,” Lila announced from the doorway, her small silhouette framed by the hallway light.

“Sure thing honey, I’ll come make breakfast,” Ian said, rubbing his eyes, his voice still rough with sleep.

Liv turned and kissed him, feeling the rough stubble against her lips. “You rest babe, I got this.” She carefully extracted herself from his embrace, pulling the soft cotton sheet with her to cover her nakedness, the fabric cool against her warm skin. Lila yelled “Yay!” and ran off, her footsteps creating a staccato rhythm down the hallway.

In the kitchen, Liv moved with practiced ease, the familiar sounds and smells of breakfast preparation filling the space. She mixed batter and fried bacon, the sizzling sound and savoury aroma filling the kitchen. She arranged the finished pancakes artfully with whipped cream and vibrant red strawberries, their sweet scent mixing with the savoury bacon. Olivia and Lila wolfed them down eagerly, the sounds of their appreciation and clinking forks filling the dining area. Liv set aside two pancakes for Ian, preserving them under a plate to keep warm.

When the kids retreated to their respective rooms, the house grew quieter, just the distant sounds of their devices filtering through the walls. Liv’s gaze fell on the can of whipped cream, its potential sparking a deliciously mischievous thought. Her body still hummed with desire from the night before, a newfound freedom in expressing her wants that she’d discovered with Ian. After months of restraint, the ability to act on her impulses felt like a revelation.

She gathered the cream and some ruby-red strawberries on a plate, their sweet fragrance following her as she padded back to the master bedroom. This time she locked the door, the soft click satisfying in its promise of privacy. Ian was still asleep, his chest rising and falling gently, but his body showed signs of arousal. With a playful smile, she covered his hardness with swirls of cool whipped cream and arranged the strawberries strategically. She began with the fruit, the tartness mixing with sweetness on her tongue, then slowly worked on the cream, savouring the contrast of temperatures and textures.

Ian awoke to exquisite sensation, looking down to find his most intimate area adorned with dessert and the most beautiful woman in the world to him attentively focused on her task. The vision of her—hair tousled, eyes bright with desire—made his heart race.

“Oh Liv, you sure know how to give the best surprises!” he breathed, surrendering to the pleasure. The bedroom smelled of strawberries, cream, and the lingering scent of their lovemaking.

After Liv finished, she rose and turned away from him, the muscles in her back shifting under soft skin as she slowly lowered herself onto him, facing away.

Now for my enjoyment!” she proclaimed, her voice husky with anticipation. Her sexual appetite felt boundless, a revelation after years of holding back. With Ian, she’d found a partner who celebrated her desires rather than shaming them. His fingertips traced electric paths across her flushed skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Each breath caught in her throat, each whispered sigh mingled with the rustle of sheets beneath them. The scent of arousal hung in the air, blending with the faint notes of his cologne that clung to the pillows.

Each touch, each moment of connection was an affirmation that her needs were valid, beautiful even. Ian worshipped every inch of her body with reverent hands and tender kisses, his lips warm against her trembling flesh, making her feel cherished. The taste of salt on skin, the sound of quickened breaths and soft moans filled the room as they reached ecstasy together two more times, muscles tensing and relaxing in waves of pleasure that crashed over them like a tide.

They eventually left the bedroom when it was almost lunch, their bodies pleasantly sore, legs wobbly beneath them. The midday sun now streamed fully through the windows, painting golden stripes across their satisfied forms, dust motes dancing in the warm light that bathed the room in amber glow.

Liv got the Olivia and Lila ready for school, before getting herself ready. Once the girls were eating breakfast, Liv went back to the master bedroom to get ready. She had already brought over half her wardrobe from her old place. She stripped off and stared at herself in the full length mirror.

“Could do with a few pounds less.” she whispered to herself, just as she said that Ian walked in.

“No darling, you’re perfect!” Ian said as he carried her to the bed kissing her passionately.

Liv smiled, “As much as I’d love to play with you, I’ve got to get to work too cheeky!” Liv reprimanded him playfully noticing his hard-on. His equipment still works great for his age, Liv thought to herself. Liv got off the bed and quickly dressed in jeans and her favourite blouse, underneath she wore a Cotton-On underwear and matching bra.