Olivia’s lips were soft, salty from tears, and impossibly hot. They were, by far, the best lips Eve had ever tasted, and once she started, she couldn’t stop, enveloping them again and again, until she felt the surprise and stiffness fall from Olivia’s body. She went limp so suddenly, Eve had to embrace her quickly and back her to the door for support.
Eve held her tight and stared into her, wanting to make sure she was okay.
“Why did you stop?” Olivia asked. Her eyes were wild and searching.
“I wanted to make sure you were okay. You can’t even stand, and—”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
Eve felt Olivia grip her waist. She pulled on her, inching her closer. Eve felt the warmth of her breath, and she swore she could still feel the soft plump of her lips against hers.
“Did you hear me?” Olivia breathed.
“Yes.”
Their mouths connected again, and Olivia came to life, first with a noise of helplessness and then with the aggressiveness of her own kisses. Lips encased lips, fervent and fluid, as if they were melding together with every touch. Eve groaned in surprise when Olivia slid her fingers into her hair at the base of her head. And when she fisted those fingers and slightly tugged, pulling her away, wrenching her mouth from hers, Eve became so aroused she thought she might come where she stood.
“I don’t ever want you to fucking stop,” Olivia said. “Please, don’t you ever fucking stop again.”
She forced Eve’s mouth back onto hers and kissed her hard and deep, exploring and conquering with a slick, eager tongue. Olivia’s hunger felt so good Eve moaned in sheer pleasure and answered with her own tongue. Their kiss became a dance, and they seemed to be made to perform it together.
Eve blindly pulled up on her own fitted dress, unwilling to break their connection. She raised the hem above her thighs to better maneuver. Then she pressed her leg between Olivia’s and felt the heat of her on her bare skin. Olivia broke their kiss, and a redness plumed on her cheeks and chest. She didn’t speak. She just slowly lowered her hands and smoothed them over Eve’s ass. Then, tentatively, she began to deliberately move against her thigh. The pleasure seemed to penetrate instantly, causing her eyes to initially widen and then narrow and glaze over.
Eve got lost in her, infatuated with her expressions and the way she was able to show the pleasure coursing through her. But the sight of that stirred her own desire into a potency she could no longer ignore. She leaned in and nibbled the delicate skin behind her ear.
“I’ve wanted you so badly for so long, there’s no way in hell I’m going to stop.”
Olivia gasped and drove her hips purposefully, obviously craving the friction from the weight of Eve’s thigh. Eve began to move with her, giving her what she wanted. She devoured her neck, lightly sucking and tasting the sweetness of her perfumed skin. Her noises grew louder and rode the coattails of her sighs. She clawed her way up Eve’s back and sank her nails into Eve’s shoulder blades. She tilted her head, offering more of her neck.
“Did you hear me?” Eve asked, tracing the outline of her ear with her tongue. Olivia jolted and Eve felt the gooseflesh erupt on her skin.
“Mm.” Her eyes were closed and one of her hands returned to tangle in the base of Eve’s hair.
Her eyes flashed dangerously, and her lips slightly parted, beckoning. She was silently relaying a desire Eve would’ve willingly killed to see had she known it even existed.
“I’ve never seen anything like you,” Eve said softly, hypnotized. “I can see everything inside you. Every emotion. It’s all coming up out of you and right into me. I can feel it. Feel you.”
Olivia’s stare dropped from Eve’s eyes to her mouth and back up again.
“Touch me,” she said.
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
Olivia was quiet, still seemingly captivated by Eve’s mouth.
“Tell me,” Eve said. “Tell me where you want to be touched. I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you say what it is you want.”
Olivia took her hand and slowly brought it down her body. She pressed it between her legs.
“Here,” she said. “I want you to touch me here.”
She was hot and moist against Eve’s hand.
“Right here?” Eve began to rub her through her pants, loving the full, pliable feel of her flesh.
“Ah, oh my God,” Olivia said. “Yes. Mm. Yes. Right there.”
“You sure?” She kept rubbing, increasing the pressure and speed. “Because I can take my time and start somewhere else. Like maybe, here.” She skimmed the fingers of her other hand across Olivia’s breast, awakening her nipple through her clothing. “I can slowly and carefully remove your bra and touch you here, just like this, with my fingers. I can get your nipple hard and play with it, running my fingers over and over it and then pinch it ever so slightly, to get you to cry out. And then, when you arch your back and whisper for more, I can tease you with my tongue, get your nipple all nice and wet and flick it and breathe upon it until you’re writhing and begging. And then, I can send you through the ceiling by taking the entire aching center of your breast into my mouth to suck you off.”
Olivia groaned and covered Eve’s hand with her own, encouraging her continued movements.
“Is that what you want? Do you want me to take you to your bed and unwrap you slowly and deliberately like you’re the best fucking present I’ve ever been given?”
“Mm.”
“Huh? Because I can.” She stilled her hand and Olivia’s eye widened and her hips jerked.
“No!” She pushed into Eve’s hand, desperate for movement. “No, I need it now. I have to have it now.”
Eve was burning alive for her and she, too, couldn’t wait. She wanted her now. Right then. Right there.
“I’m going to give it to you now, Olivia. I’m going to make you come.”
Eve felt her jolt and she looked at her and spoke, but only a single word.
“Please.”
Eve hurriedly unfastened her capris and teased the skin just above her panties.
“Close your eyes,” Eve said. “Now, let everything go and…feel.”
When Olivia did as requested, Eve carefully eased her hand inside her satin panties and slid her fingers along her slick, hot flesh.
“Oh, fuck,” she said, sucking in a quick, ragged breath and rising to her tiptoes.
“Yes, that’s nice, isn’t it?”
“God, yes.”
Eve sought farther, sinking her fingers into her folds.
“Ah, Eve, oh my, God!” Olivia clasped Eve’s wrist and tossed her head back against the door.
“Wait, there’s more,” Eve said. “It gets even better.”
She found her engorged clit and began to tease it with delicate strokes.
Olivia jerked in spasms, her whole body on edge.
“How can it—be so good? How can I—want more? Oh, God, I do. I want more.”
She clung to her wrist and to her waist, moaning and jerking with her eyes clenched and her lips pressed firmly together. She was beautiful and untamed, her reactions visceral and raw. Eve could’ve watched her for all eternity, but she, too, wanted more.
“Look at me, now,” Eve said as she continued to stroke her.
She did and she started to speak, but then crashed again into short, powerful moans.
“Look at me, love. That’s it. I want to look into your eyes as I make you come.” She dipped into Olivia’s warm, silky excitement and then glided along the sides of her clit, trapping it between her fingers, working her up and down and side to side.
“Oh, my fucking God,” she called out, short and loud and gripped Eve harder. Her mouth fell open with brasher sounds and rapid breaths.
“Eve,” she said. “Eve, help me. It’s so good. It’s too good. Oh, dear God, help me.”
“Just take it, love. Take it all. Every last bit.” Eve kept on, leaning in every few seconds to taste her lips, kiss her jaw, and speak into her ear. Olivia’s eyes remained open, but Eve could tell it was difficult by the way she continued to throw her head back against the door, the way she bit down on her lip, and the way she began bucking against her hand. Eve fastened on to her neck, nibbled her skin, and gave to her quick and hard and then slow and deliberate. She teased her like that until Olivia was so overcome and wound up, her knees were buckling and she was crazed with excitement, eating Eve alive with her gaze.
“Yes, oh God, yes. Eve. I didn’t know. I just—didn’t know. It’s so—fucking—good.”
She was close. Her flesh was full and heavy.
“Are you ready to come, my dear, sweet Olivia?” Eve asked.
“I don’t—Oh, Jesus. Don’t—stop. Please—Eve—” She angled her head back one last time, dug her fingers into Eve’s wrist and waist, and thrust uncontrollably into her hand.
Eve whispered one final request.
“Oh Christ, yes, Olivia. Come for me. Come for me now.”
Olivia’s entire face crumbled then, just before she cried out with deep, primal emotion. Not once, not twice, but three times, each one longer than the first.
“Oh, Olivia, yes. Feel it, love. Feel how magnificent it is.” Eve continued to give to her, bestowing all the passion she had with her hand, luring the orgasm to surface and then loving the feel of it as it consumed her body. She could see it in the pulsing veins of her neck and feel it in the growing moisture on her skin. It saturated Eve’s fingers as Olivia rode them shamelessly, claiming all the satisfaction that she could, until the last of her climax left her in abrupt, body-rocking bursts.
Eve held her limp form in her arms and smoothed her hair away from her face. She was trembling all over again and looking at her with a new, sentimental serenity. The gray in her eyes was vibrant and clear, like the cloud cover of the usual storm had passed.
“Hey,” Eve said, grazing her cheek.
“Hi.”
Eve smiled at her and Olivia, once again, did something she didn’t expect.
She fell into her and cried.