She sighed as his hand cupped her aching breast. "Mmm..." her eyes closed and she started to take him, though she was too eager for some reason for fulfillment. "I wanted to..." she stopped before she could explain she couldn't do what she did the other night where they connected. She wanted him to just go to town.

"Take me, Gil, I want you now." Her teeth dug into her bottom lip and she moved as best as she could, never having done this on an armless chair where there wasn't enough room for her to steady herself and lean back against him at the same time.

He kept kissing and groping her as she pleasured them both - he wanted her, and she wanted him. He deeply moaned her name as she moved... albeit uncomfortably, since the chair had no armrests.

But she asked him to take her, so he did. With both hands he pushed her to the ballroom floor, got off the char, and positioned her hips so he could take her on the ground.

He trusted her, letting out gaspings of "Olivia... Olivia...", until he arrived to the delightful crescendo.

He picked her up, realizing how cold the floor must be, and embraced her.

He took her to the floor, she gladly moved with him, and they were both straining to complete too fast. When it was over, she looked up at him and murmured, "Bed sounds better now."

Her chuckle was soft and she let him take her wherever he wanted...