[He breaks the kiss to fully moan, unable to hold in the appreciative sound this time. The friction between is impossible to ignore now and it nearly breaks his self-control, his mind whirling at the thought of taking Cornelia right there and then, his subconscious screaming 'To Hell' with the consequences. He aches to hear his name tumble from her lips in a breath of ecstasy.
The warmth of the waters becoming too much for Oliver, he wraps an arm around Cornelia's waist and lifts her almost effortlessly. He turns around to let her sit on the edge of the jacuzzi, his head burying itself in the crook of her neck, his lips tasting her skin again. The hand on her back slides down to her thigh, keeping it glued to his side while the other slowly and gently thugs down the fabric covering her breasts.
He leaves a trail of kisses along the line of her shoulder, of her collarbone, nibbling and suckling here and there. Oliver leans Cornelia back slightly, his hand returning her now uncovered left breast, his thumb teasing her nipple again, his mouth slowly reaching the birth of her right one.]