A Bird in the Oven - Kata Cuic Page 0,11

you enjoy it, I am also well practiced at kissing.”

A burning tickle overtakes my throat. Fresh tears spring in my eyes. I whisper, “No mention of previous women, please. I need you to remember that part. We don’t have to kiss if you don’t like it. It’s not necessary for impregnation.”

“I do not want to kiss you,” he whispers, his breath harsh and hot against my face. He slowly backs me up until I’m against the wall, his body pressing heavy against mine. He tips his head forward, his gaze intent on my mouth. “I wish to share breath with you.”

What breath? I don’t have any. He’s taken it all away. I’ve never even read poetry more romantic than his words.

His lips brush against mine. As promised his mouth is already open as he inhales deeply against my own. “Open for me, Liv.”

I can’t do anything else. He can have all the breaths I’ve ever taken. I don’t need them anymore because Oliver is kissing me, and oh God, it’s so good. My imagination could never have done this moment justice.

He tastes just the way he smells—clean, pure, with a hint of mint. His motions are slow and measured as he explores my mouth with his tongue. He laps against the roof, slides across my teeth, sucks my tongue into his own mouth.

I moan from the ecstasy of it all. I could orgasm just like this, without him even touching me where an incessant throb has taken up residence between my thighs.

He pulls back to grin at me. “I told you I am good at it.”

The pulsing between my legs dies a slow, painful death. Burning air rushes back into my deprived lungs. I gently nudge him away. “Yes, you are. We’ll have to save that for approximately ten days from now though. In the meantime, we have Halloween decorations to put up.”

He follows me out the door. “Actually, how long have you been on your period already? We might have less than ten days until you ovulate. I should fertilize you regularly for the five days prior to ensure optimal viable sperm count. I do not know when to start boning you if I do not know the exact timing of your cycle.”

I almost laugh as I turn down the hallway and walk down the stairs. “I’ve been bleeding for five days.”

“That means we should begin regular copulation in five days not ten. We may want to consider only three or four days from now just to be certain.”

I do laugh as I hit the landing on the main floor. I laugh until tears are rolling down my face.

“Too eager?” he questions, a deep furrow in his brow as he stares at me completely losing it.

“No, no. Exactly as eager as required.” I wipe my cheeks with my hands. “Thank you for being better at research and math than I am.”

He grins again. “That is what I am here for. If you could make a baby yourself, you would not need me at all.”

“Come on, baby maker.” I gesture toward the front door. “We have things to do before we can get down to business.”

I need to keep business at the front of my mind. Ollie is offering me a taste, not a lifetime. I’ll be more practice for honing his already amazing skills and nothing more. The odds of me getting pregnant in the next two months are slim to none. I don’t have to be good at math to understand that after Thanksgiving, things will never be normal again.

He glances at his smartwatch when I pick up the string of lights by the front stoop. “After we are done here, we will not have time for a date. Can we do movie night? Would that be an adequate concession until I can take you to dinner tomorrow?”

“Yes, Ollie,” I sigh, wondering where in my basement I shoved my share of the Halloween decorations. “That will be an adequate concession.”

6

Oliver

There are quite a few physical discomforts that can hijack my rational train of thought. Until now, an unrelieved erection was not one of those. It was simply an unfortunate fact of being a sexually matured male that would be dealt with discreetly in public until such time as I could alleviate it adequately in private. With Olivia’s body draped over mine on the couch, I bump it up to priority number one for all eternity. It is never going away, and it is impossible to think through this