“You’re serious,” Eve said. “You’d never…” She paused, repositioned herself on the couch, and crossed her extraordinary legs.
Olivia shook her head and wiped her cheeks again, ensuring the tears that had fallen were gone.
“Never.”
Under any other circumstance, she would’ve been embarrassed to admit such a thing. But considering what they’d just done, or rather, what Eve had just done to her, it was a little late for shyness.
“Your reactions were rather…remarkable. Not to mention unforgettable. As a matter of fact, I don’t think I’ll be able to concentrate on anything else for quite a while. But I just thought you reacted the way you did because you hadn’t been touched in a long time or touched in that way. And I had no idea you’d never been brought to orgasm before. Didn’t you ever touch yourself?”
Olivia felt herself blush despite their recent intimacy.
“There were a few times when I started to, but I didn’t have a clue what I was doing or even totally understand what an orgasm was. And you have to understand, I was always told not to do such things. So, if you take my innocence and a heck of a lot of shame and guilt and toss them together, well, I guess I never had a fighting chance.”
Eve couldn’t seem to believe what she was hearing.
“What about with your husband?”
Olivia scoffed. “Yeah, okay, right. He didn’t make me feel anywhere close to the way you just did.”
Eve reached for her hand and massaged the top with her thumb. She was warm and attentive, and any awkwardness that had ever been between them was gone. Olivia felt at ease with her, safe, cared for.
“It’s no wonder you cried,” Eve said. “All of that pent-up emotion and passion. Orgasms can be very powerful and sometimes they open the floodgates to the heart.”
“Have you ever cried after having one?”
Eve stared at her for a moment and then shifted, as if she were uncomfortable.
“No, that’s never happened to me and I doubt it ever will.” She plucked at her dress, like maybe she had a tiny piece of lint or something, like she had at the park. But Olivia now knew that it was more of a nervous gesture.
“Why?”
“Hm?” She looked back up at her, and she seemed surprised Olivia was asking further.
“I’ve never been that moved by an orgasm before. And even if I had been, I wouldn’t have cried.”
“Why?” Olivia asked softly.
“Olivia,” Eve sighed.
“I want to know you,” Olivia said. “All of you.”
She smoothed her dress and closed her eyes for a few seconds.
“I don’t like to cry. I don’t like the way it feels. So, I don’t cry.”
“Ever?”
“Not in a very long time.” She took a big breath and slapped her hands on her lap. “Let’s get back to you, shall we? I find you so much more interesting.” She smiled coyly. “I wish I’d known, you’d never come before. I would’ve done some things differently.”
“Like what?” Olivia didn’t understand. What had just happened was well beyond anything she’d ever experienced before. She was still flushed with heat and the knot of nerves between her legs was still twitching. Not only from what she assumed was exertion, but from a remaining hunger as well. It was why she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs. The slightest pressure made her want to move her hips again.
She uncrossed her legs again and scooted a little closer to Eve, who, she suddenly noticed, was watching her intently. A sly, knowing smile spread across her face and she traced her fingertips along Olivia’s hand to her thigh, where they teased in an up and down motion.
“Well, as I said before, I would’ve taken things a bit slower. I would’ve kissed you softer and longer. Touched you lightly, like I am now, to awaken and tease you. Undressed you slowly, kissed your body with my eyes, and then again with my mouth, careful and deliberate, avoiding your erogenous zones.”
Olivia swallowed the rising lump in her throat. The flush of heat that was still pressing against her skin began to burn hotter and it shot down to that hungry knot between her legs, and a collision occurred, causing her to lift slightly from the couch.
Eve moved closer, almost completely up against her. The heady perfume she wore, the one that had been driving Olivia wild, floated to her once more, and Olivia grew dizzy once again.
“Then I would lie next to you on my side and put voice to my desires for you as I lightly touched all those areas I had avoided. I would tease them to life and watch as you arched up into me and began begging me for more. And then, finally, when I could no longer resist, I would work my way down your body and kiss those places again and again and relish in your cries and pleas for more. I would do that until you quivered and shook and sweat broke out on your skin. Then, I would fasten my mouth to your most delicate place and make love to you with my hungry lips and heavy tongue.”
Her fingers walked up her thigh to her epicenter of nerves where they caressed and teased. Eve leaned in and spoke, her jaw pressed against Olivia’s.
“And then, my sweet Olivia, I would make you come.”
A sizzling shudder ran through Olivia, and Eve laughed devilishly as she intensified the massage of Olivia’s flesh.
Olivia whimpered and gripped the couch for control. But it was useless, she was too far gone. She eased back and let Eve completely take over, just as she had before. And once again, she seemed to know, even through the fabric of her pants, just how to play her.
“You’re still thrumming, aren’t you?” Eve asked. “Despite coming in my hand mere minutes ago.”
Olivia’s hips kicked to life at the behest of an insatiable need to come all over again.
“You’re trying so hard to hide it, but it’s pointless. I know exactly what’s happening.”
“Is this how it is?” Olivia asked. “Wanting it so soon again?”
Eve laughed. “Yes, Olivia. You’re a woman. Multiple orgasms, some of them right on top of the other, are one of those perks you’ve sadly been missing out on.” She cocked her head. “Sad for you, yes, but selfishly I’m really enjoying being the first to give these gifts to you. For me, this is better than any damn Christmas I’ve ever had.”
Olivia jerked, unable to help herself as Eve hit the bull’s-eye of her sensitive clitoris again and again with the continued rubbing of her hand.
“Me too,” she said. She took in quick hits of oxygen as her eyes threatened to roll back in pure pleasure. “Oh, fuck.”
Eve laughed again. “A woman cussing has never been so sexy before. You make it seem so naughty. I’m seriously corrupting you, aren’t I?”
“Mm, I think so. But I’m—I’m loving every single second.”
Eve looked at her with a fresh, fierce hunger. “Christ, what you do to me,” she said. “You have no idea. You just have no idea.” She stopped her hand dead center and then moved in small circles, her focal point deliberate and very obviously mischievous. She was sending Olivia through the roof, the assault of her clitoris now direct and relentless. She knew what she was doing. Olivia had no doubt.
The corner of her mouth lifted, confirming Olivia’s belief.
“Ah, ah, Oh God.” Olivia reared back, unable to hold any of this pleasure in, and lifted her hips off the couch. “Eve. What—are you doing?”
“Didn’t we already establish that? I’m totally and completely corrupting you, and apparently, I’m pretty good at it.”
Olivia tried to laugh, but the pleasure was accumulating.
“You know what?” Eve said, stilling her hand. “Forget all that stuff I said about taking it slow. I want you again. Now.”