Tortured by the thought that his identity had been compromised, James spent hours deciding on what should be his next course of action. His initial thought was to go to the police with the information, but Howard had been clear: they could not determine the source of the hack. Yes, his record company’s rival could be the one responsible for it, but having Laurel Thomas murdered was very farfetched indeed. Whoever was behind it, though, was difficult to pin down as other evidence still did not make any sense at all.

“Ok, my identity is one thing; but what about my fingerprints? How the hell could somebody even get a hold of them? My cabin’s never been broken into, and I’ve never been anywhere near that girl’s house. The only places I’ve been in a long time are the supermarkets in Shandaken and a couple of bars in the area. The owners don’t like me that much, but I doubt anyone would want to see me in prison. Damn it… I’m going crazy here. Only one thing can help me take my mind off things: seeing you again, Olivia; hugging you, kissing you, talking to you, touching you… a loving look from you and I’ll be in heaven.”

James stepped out of the empty elevator, feeling his heart thumping in his chest. Yet, he did not find her front door closed as usual. It was wide open and Olivia stood across from him, with her arms folded across her chest, looking down at her feet.

“Going somewhere?” he teased, taking a few, lazy steps towards her. Only when her gaze shot up to meet his did he realize that something was very, very wrong: There was no warmth in her eyes. They were puffy and reddened. The black circles under them were a clear sign: she had been crying. James reached behind him for the knob, just before her broken voice filled his ears:

“Don’t.” She urged, squeezing her lips. “Don’t close it just yet.”

“Olivia, what’s wrong?” he asked her, his baritone filled with tension, as he bent his head down towards her.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.” Her silvery voice was barely audible, as tears welled up in her eyes.

“I’m all ears.” James muttered, her words sending shivers down his spine.

“Okay.” Olivia sucked in a deep, cleansing breath. “My father got killed in a car accident, back in 2011. I was in my senior year in college. My mother was an assistant buyer at ‘Ralph Lauren’. She made good money, but it wasn’t enough to pay for college. I was about to drop out, when I saw this…” she faltered, “online ad. ‘Lingerie models needed – Fast, easy cash’. I sent them an email. They said I wouldn’t just pose for the camera. I’d have to make videos in all sorts of sexy lingerie: Garters, girdles, body stockings, you name it. I’d make $500 per video. I didn’t have to strip naked. It made my decision a whole lot easier. I’m sorry, James. I know I should have told you, I just…” her voice broke, as a tear rolled down her cheek, “Didn’t have the heart to talk to you about it. Now, if you want to walk out that door, I’ll totally understand. I…”

James didn’t allow her to finish her sentence. In a swift move, he wrapped his arms around her back and pushed her upward, bringing her face level with his. He closed his eyes, just before he claimed her lips. A gasp of surprise left her lips; still, it didn’t take her long to kiss him back. Olivia’s arms went around his neck, as their kiss hardened. Holding her close, he stroked her back, as her grip became tighter. Moved by her confession, he laid a short kiss on her upper lip and leaned back gently.

“It’s ok.” He whispered, gazing deep into her eyes. “You had no choice.”

“God, you make me so happy.” She spoke in a quivering voice. “Thank you.”

“Thank me?” James snorted.

“Yes; for understanding everything.” Olivia whispered. “I should have told you sooner.”

“It’s just water under the bridge.” He put a little force in his voice, easing her down onto the floor. “Look, I really need to take a shower. I won’t be long.”

Relief flowed through him, as he made his way towards the bathroom. The sadness in her eyes and her shaking voice had terrified him, but, in his mind, her secret was nothing to be ashamed of. Yes, it had taken her a few days to confide in him, but he would not argue with her over that.

“Silly girl,” He thought to himself, as hot water streamed down his broad chest and his cut, toned abs. “Ok, I get it. Shooting a couple of sexy videos is embarrassing, but you had to pay for college. I mean, what else could you do? Anyway, I’m glad I heard this from you. It would have been a whole lot different if I found out on my own, or if someone else had told me about it. You’ve just proven to me again your honesty. And, if I hadn’t had such a crappy day, I’d show you my appreciation, right here in your living room.”

James grabbed a white towel and wiped the water off his sculpted body, smiling to himself. Wrapping it around his waist, he walked out of the bathroom. The pale, flickering light in Olivia’s bedroom intrigued him. He pushed the partially closed door, open. The sight that greeted him sent his pulse rising. There were dozens of candles all over her room. She was standing next to her bed, with her hands on her hips, in black lace, bra and panties, with a matching garter belt and stockings. The towel slipped through his fingers. He liked what he saw so much that he licked his lips like a hungry predator. A sexy smile formed on her face, as she let her eyes roam over his body.

“I hope you like my surprise.” She said, her husky voice sending waves of lust coursing through him. James kept his mouth shut. He sprinted across her bedroom, but, before he reached her, she rolled slightly left and tumbled into bed. Olivia raised her long, shapely legs in the air, as he took one last, small step towards her bed. She put them on his chest, biting her lower lip. The sensation of her nylons on his skin forced a long, manly groan out of him.

“Mmm, who’s the tease now?” He wondered, looking down deep into her eyes.

“Touch me…” she whispered, her voice filled with unbridled lust, as she slowly rubbed her feet across his massive chest. James grabbed her legs by the ankles and spread them. Maintaining eye contact with Olivia, he lay on top of her. She quickly cupped his face in both of her hands, before their mouths joined in a hot, sensual kiss. James rolled onto his left side, savoring the taste of her salty lips on his. She hooked her left leg around his hip. Her move was what he had been waiting for. A long sigh of pleasure escaped him, as he lightly felt her smooth nylons on his fingertips. James caressed her thigh, as she slid her left hand up his cheek. Lost in the magic of her kiss, he let his hand travel up her leg. Olivia’s hand slipped into his hair, as his fingers made contact with her bare, tender flesh. He stroked her upper outer thigh, as she knitted her fingers through his hair. James squeezed it and made his way up.

“I just love that ass…” He whispered in her mouth, filling his palm with her flesh.

“God, you turn me on so much…” She whimpered, tilting her head back. He let his teeth gently graze her lower lip, squeezing her ass. Olivia ran her hand down his head. Stopping it on his shoulder, she stroked it and then sank her nails into his flesh, sending his senses into overdrive. James let go of her ass and put his hand on her stomach. He ran it down her body, trailing soft kisses across her jawline, feeling his cock getting harder by the second. He slipped his hand into her thong, desperate to stimulate her, drowning in her scent.

“Awwww, yeah, that’s it baby…” Olivia moaned, squeezing her eyes shut, as James’ middle finger found her hardening clit. Rubbing in soft circles around it, he felt moisture on his fingertip. Nevertheless, he soon realized that she had very different ideas in mind. She removed her hand from his shoulder, sat up and then stood up. With her back turned to him, she hopped out of bed. Olivia hooked her thumbs into the waistline of her thong and pulled it down and off her feet. Flipping around, she climbed back into bed. She crawled towards him, lust and desire written all over her gorgeous face. Just when he was about to welcome her into his embrace, she turned around and straddled him, facing his feet. The sight of her big, juicy ass, inches away from his face was enough to drive him crazy with lust. His large, stiff cock was aching for her touch. Olivia reached behind her back, unhooked her bra and tossed it across the floor.

“Like the view?” She asked, with a cunning smile on her face, looking down at him over her right shoulder.

“It’s amazing.” James groaned, tilting his head up. A long, pleasurable moan escaped her, as his full lips landed on her left butt cheek. He grabbed and held onto her ass, laying hot, sensual kisses all over her delectable flesh. Olivia liked it so much that she did not pay any attention to his manhood at first. Instead, she tilted her head all the way back, arching her butt up into his palms, her moans the audible sexy sounds of his worship. James stuck his tongue out. He slowly ran it across her butt cheeks, without stopping at her butt crack, feeling her hand on the back of his neck, pressing his head against her. He planted a short kiss on her cheek, before turning his attention to her pussy. The sweet taste of her juices was already in the air. Spreading her butt cheeks, he saw them coating her pussy lips. Unable to resist the temptation, he stuck his tongue out once more. The tip collected Olivia’s juices, as he slowly slid it up her pussy.

“Oh, God, your tongue feels so good…” she groaned, tilting her head forward, her mouth wide open, as James’ warm, wet tongue sent sparks of pleasure racing through every cell of her body. Olivia opened her eyes and lowered her head to his big, throbbing cock. Precum was already flowing down the shaft, as she took it in her hands. Twisting the base of the shaft, she wrapped her soft lips around it, adding to James’ immense arousal. Inch by inch, she pushed it down her throat, as he flicked his tongue across her hard, swollen clit. Her muffled moans encouraged him to do more. He loved her tight grip on his shaft, but he savored the feel of her tongue, as she ran it down his cock. James took her clit into his mouth, kneading her ass at the same time.

“I’m coming…” Olivia’s loud moan resounded in her bedroom and the narrow hallway, as she pulled his rock hard manhood out of her mouth. She started jerking it hard and, much to his liking, she pushed it back in, as his tongue coaxed her relentlessly towards orgasm. She started bobbing her head up and down his cock lustily, as he squeezed her butt cheeks, the taste of her juices in his mouth becoming stronger by the second. By now, her pussy muscles were flexing out of control. Olivia’s curvy body was shaking. James could feel his pulsing cock so deep in her throat that he would not be able to withhold his own climax for much longer. Even more, thick, sweet juices drenched his tongue, as her orgasm wracked its way through her body. James laid soft kisses all over her pussy, his breathing heavy as their moans filled the room.

“I’m going to come.” He groaned, throwing his head back. Olivia pulled his manhood out of her mouth, just before his thigh muscles tensed. A few, hard jerks sent him to heaven; stream after stream of thick semen shot out of his large, throbbing cock, staining the sheets. Olivia smiled to herself, squeezing the last few drops of his juices out of his massive shaft. She turned around to face him and then straddled him, this time facing his face.

“I really loved that you came.” She whispered, still short of breath as she leaned over him. “Fuck me, baby.”

“Yeah,” he grunted, as she put her hands on his chest, feeling her hard nipples rubbing against his skin. Her sexy encouragement and her passionate kiss were enough to make his cock twitch. James circled his arms around her lower back. The feel of her juicy ass back in his palms gave him a bulging erection. He squeezed her butt cheeks first and then dug his short fingernails into her delectable flesh, as their kiss deepened. Olivia reached behind her back and grabbed his large, soaking wet cock. She led it to her entrance, dragging her long nails along his chest.

“God….” A loud, lustful moan escaped her, as her dripping wet pussy engulfed his manhood. “It’s so hard…”

“It’s hard for you,” James groaned, slapping her right butt cheek to the point of pleasure.

“Give it to me.” Olivia urged, as he filled her up. He would not even consider a slow-paced session. Her surprise and her moves had aroused him way too much. Maintaining a firm grip on her ass, James began to thrust into her, sensing his cock plumbing the edge of her depths. Buried deep inside her, his big, stiff cock was sending furious ecstasy through her senses. She felt each fierce thrust as he went deeper, her cries of sheer pleasure tumbling from her throat. Too overwhelmed to keep up their kiss, Olivia tilted her head back, exposing her big, supple breasts. With barely any thought, James buried his face between them. In a matter of seconds, her breasts were bouncing on each side of his face, as her ass wobbled with each, deep thrust. Olivia’s hands slipped up his chest, collecting a few, tiny drops of sweat. She grabbed and held onto his shoulders, as he slapped her ass once more.

“Fuck; it’s so deep!” She moaned, tilting her head back. In an instant, her grip became stronger. Olivia started grinding on his cock, the sight of her breasts bouncing back and forth sending him into ecstasy. Desperate to feel them in his palms, James took his hands off of her butt cheeks and reached upwards and towards her. He cupped them and pressed them together, before trapping her hard nipples between his fingers.

“Come on my dick.” He groaned, rolling her nipples. She opened her eyes and looked down at him as a mischievous smile spread across her face.

“Make me…” she whimpered, licking her upper lip; “make me come again.”

James did not speak. Instead, he let go of her breasts and curled his index finger, as if beckoning her towards him. Once again, she leaned over him, but his next move wiped the smile off of her face. He put his hands on her hips and started pounding her hard. This time, he could see her butt cheeks wobbling and her breasts bouncing up and down. Olivia’s moans were louder than ever before, her eyes wide open as his cock sent wave after wave of exquisite pleasure washing over her beautiful body. James was dying to feel her lips on his mouth, but she was gasping for breath, feeling every inch of his length in her soaking wet pussy. His big, heavy balls were slapping against her ass, as she sank her nails into the firm skin of his shoulders. Olivia’s body quivered, as she felt the waves of her powerful orgasm begin to roll through. Her pussy exploded with pleasure, as she came harder than before, soaking his cock with her juices, her screams filling her apartment. James pulled out, literally at the last second, before his own juices spurted out of his cock, landing just above her butt crack and all over her right ass cheek. Olivia collapsed onto him, panting for breath, with a blissful smile on her face. James slid his hands up her midsection and rolled her onto her right side.

“Sorry,” he gasped, “I just had to see that look in your eyes. It’s beyond beautiful.”

“Go on,” she whispered, as her eyes sparkled with excitement.

“The look – it’s like a clear winter’s morning, right after the blizzard, only warmer: peaceful, serene, but daring the storm to come back.” James said, his deep voice lowering to a soft, loving whisper, as he caressed her arm.

“God…” she shook her head, slowly closing her eyes. “I wish I was good with words. I wish I could describe to you just how happy I am right now.”

“You don’t need to,” he smiled, while pulling her close. “Just look at me. I’ll know.”

Gazing up into his eyes, Olivia threaded her arm around his upper back, as James’ hand reached her shoulder.

“So strong,” her low voice broke through the silence; “my feelings for you.”

“So are mine, for you,” he whispered with a gentle nod. “Don’t speak; just let me look at you; let me look into you.”

A smile of embarrassment formed on Olivia’s face. She obliged. James focused on her blissful face and did not open his mouth, either. He chose to savor the moment, studying every line on her face, the shape of her eyes, her nose and her lips. Olivia had given him a reason to live: not just simply exist. She was quickly turning into more than just a girlfriend. In truth, the young barista was becoming someone he could believe in. By now, it didn’t matter to him that people had let him down in the past. All he desired was to be with Olivia; his newfound inspiration that had rocked his world, only a few days ago.

“I could look at you for hours, my Olivia. Sometimes, I wonder if you’re real, and not just a figment of my imagination. But you can’t touch a dream, you can’t hear it, you can’t feel its power growing over you. And it sure can’t look at you, the way you’re staring into my soul right now…”