“Are you sure you want me to?” Eve asked her with an obvious sincerity to her voice.
Olivia didn’t even have to think about it.
“Yes. I want to feel you inside of me.”
They were in her room, and Eve’s face was illuminated by the small lamp on the dresser. It was quiet, save for the hypnotic click from her ceiling fan. Olivia was sitting on the side of her bed with Eve standing before her, in a white deep V-neck tee and olive colored shorts. Her hair was clinging to the damp skin of her neck and in some places along the sides of her face. Her lipstick had long ago worn off, and Olivia could see a small dark mark in the crook of her neck, and she knew it was from her. Eve was doing things to her now that caused her to act like some kind of ravenous creature. Like giving to her until she was just about to explode in climax and then easing off at the very last second, forcing her to wait. She was being driven to the brink of sanity and often left covered in sweat and panting with exhaustion, but still so frantic with need she couldn’t stop.
“Only—I want you to take off your clothes. I want to see you. All of you.”
They’d been making love for over an hour, beginning on the couch which had soon led to the floor. Then they’d hurried to her bedroom.
Eve started to move, but Olivia stopped her.
It had been weeks since they’d first made love, and in all that time, Eve had been the one in the lead, insisting only on pleasing Olivia. She hadn’t ever completely undressed, and she’d only allowed Olivia to touch her some, but not in her intimate places. Eve didn’t want her to feel any pressure when it came to reciprocating. And at first, that had been fine. Olivia had been way too caught up in new discoveries and overwhelming, relentless orgasms to give it much thought. But lately, she’d not only been thinking about touching and exploring Eve, she was even having dreams about it.
“Please,” Olivia said. She gathered the bottom of Eve’s shirt in her hands and carefully lifted it off over her head. Then Olivia helped her with her shorts. Eve stood silently in a matching white lace bra and panties. “You’re just—so—Eve, you’re so beautiful. No,” she said, correcting herself. “Beautiful doesn’t even come close. You’re absolutely stunning and you’re fucking flawless. And, dear God, help me, sexy as hell.”
“Come closer,” she demanded, pulling on her hips. She ran her fingers up her abdomen to her ribcage and to the back of her bra. She unhooked it and slowly eased the bra from her breasts and body. She tossed it aside, totally captivated by the creamy, round fullness of her breasts. She’d never seen a naked woman in the flesh before. And even if she had, she knew no woman would’ve been comparable to Eve. She was carved from marble by a master artisan.
“I’ve never seen anything like you,” Olivia said, barely able to speak. “Not even in books.” She was on fire and so turned on her body shook as she exhaled. What she felt was an urge and a desire, yes. But what she wanted now was to be the one doing the touching. She wanted to touch her so badly, her clitoris twitched, as if it, too, was desperate to reach out and stroke her.
“I want to feel you and see you with my hands. I want to do that until I know you so well I’d be able to sculpt you blindfolded if someone asked me to.”
She glanced up at her and saw that Eve, too, was flushed and breathing hard. “Can I?” she asked. “Touch you?”
“Yes.”
Olivia’s mouth watered as she skimmed the back of her fingers up Eve’s abdomen and then up over her breasts, causing the cores to bunch and pucker. Olivia shuddered along with Eve at the sight and feel of her gathered pink skin. She did it again and again, loving how the firm buds of her nipples moved against her fingers.
“Eve.” She was so excited she was tempted to rub herself against the edge of the bed.
The feel of her overcame Olivia, and she quickly turned her and pushed her back onto the bed, holding her arms above her head. She forced her legs open with the press of her thigh, and she could feel the moist heat of her through her panties. It sent her into an involuntary frenzy, and she couldn’t wait any longer. She had to get to her. To where all that was Eve came together in a nucleus of nerves, where her most deeply rooted needs and desires could be awakened, accessed, and experienced. She had to get the very heart of Eve.
She lay on her side next to her and held her wrists together with one hand and lowered her other down her torso to her panties. She rubbed her mound up and down through the lace, and her eyes narrowed as she felt the meaty pulp of her for the first time against her fingers. Eve stirred beneath her and made a noise of sweet desperation, like she was helpless with longing.
Olivia came to the top of her panties and dipped her hand inside.
She gasped and Eve called out as she slid into her hot, wet flesh.
“Oh, God help me,” Olivia said, closing her eyes. “You feel so fucking good.”
She was going to pass out, she knew it.
“So, fucking good,” she said again, struggling to speak.
Eve writhed and made small noises.
Olivia responded with her own barely audible noises.
She kept her eyes closed, her focus intent and heavily concentrated on Eve’s pleasure. She touched her delicately at first, light caresses and teasing skims, causing a steady progression to Eve’s movements and cries. At some point Eve moved and Olivia opened her eyes as she freed herself and tried to grip Olivia’s wrist. But Olivia resisted and quickly pushed her desperate hand away. Eve lifted her head and silently beckoned her to give more. But Olivia held back, choosing instead to increase her pleasure in another area. She slid down to suck on her breast. Eve hissed and dug her fingers into Olivia’s hair, massaging and encouraging. Her pleas were strained and wordless. Olivia circled the bunching around her erect nipple with her tongue and then re-centered to lick and flick her nub. Then she took it all into her mouth and sucked, making Eve shout and knead her scalp. She released her and refastened to do the same to her other breast, all while she continued to carefully arouse her with her hand. And she did so until Eve, panting with excitement, pulled on Olivia’s head, insisting she look at her. She didn’t say anything, just swallowed and tried to catch her breath. But her gaze was heavy and brimming with an unmistakable yearning.
“Say it,” Olivia said. “I need to hear you say it.”
Olivia started moving her hand again, trying to tease the words out of her.
Eve pressed her lips together.
“Mm. Olivia.”
Eve touched her face and her hand drifted down to her neck and then back into the nape where she reattached to her by clutching her hair. She tightened her grip and tugged, pulling Olivia back and holding her firmer than before.
The move was adamant and dominating.
A demand.
And it got Olivia so hot she almost gave in.
“Say it,” she said again.
“Touch me,” Eve finally said.
“Tell me more, Eve. Tell me how. Tell me what you want.”
Eve tugged on her again. “Harder.”
“Like this?” Olivia increased her pressure.
“Yes,” Eve said, lifting her head. “Ah, fuck, yes. But harder. Harder, baby. Please.”
Overcome by her passionate request, Olivia kissed her and held her bottom lip captive as she slid into her flesh fully, gliding her fingers along her folds. Eve cried out and tried to move, but Olivia held her prisoner, biting softly into her lip, knowing that she couldn’t move, loving that she couldn’t move as she pleased her. When she finally did release her, Eve gasped and forced her into a searing kiss with the powerful hold she still had on her hair. Her tongue met Olivia’s and she moaned, her gratification apparent. Olivia dove into her mouth continuously as she played with her, quickly learning what she liked by her audible responses and the short kick of her hips. Eve seemed to love it when she paused to coat her fingers in her slickness and then began again, gliding knowingly throughout her contours. She seemed to love it even more when Olivia began focusing more on her clitoris, slipping and sliding across the exposed bulb, causing sudden quakes to rush through her. And soon their kisses began to mirror the intensity of her pleasure, slowing when it was tolerable and then becoming heavy and immediate when it was extreme. Olivia was equally as affected, especially when they were at the extreme, and she found herself taking claim of her pleasure by plunging into both her mouth and sex with unrelenting aggression, until they were both about to climb the ceiling.
“Tell me when you’re close,” Olivia said, finally having no choice but to pull away so they could catch their breath. Her hand, however, kept giving.
“I’m close. So close—but—”
She tried to clench her eyes as another obvious surge of heat bolted through her, but Olivia wouldn’t let her.
“Uh-uh-uh.” She stilled her hand until Eve forced her eyes back open. “That’s it. Look at me. I want you to look at me.”
She started in again and Eve squirmed and writhed, but she made Olivia stop by gripping her wrist. Olivia looked at her in confusion.
“Let me go inside you,” she said. “Let me fuck you while you touch me.”
She let go of her and Olivia shifted, rising to her knees.
Eve grazed her hand up Olivia’s thigh and sank into her core, into her excitement. They both groaned, and in a blink of an eye, Eve slid up into her, filling her and fucking her with fingers that felt like searing shafts made solely just to satisfy her. She looked down, almost uncertain that what she was feeling were Eve’s fingers alone. But all she saw was her arm, moving and fucking with a hand that disappeared between her legs.
How could it feel so good? How could fingers alone be doing this to her when intercourse with a man had not? But the thought was lost as Eve quickened the thrust of both her hand and her hips.
“Does it feel good?” Eve panted.
“God, yes.”
Eve did something inside her then. Moved her fingers somehow, pressing them against her in a fiery new place and then rubbing them up and down, fucking her again. Olivia nearly screamed and she held onto Eve’s arm, suddenly needing support.
“How ’bout now?” She kept driving into her, rubbing that same fucking spot.
“Yes.”
“Yeah?”
“Mm-hm, yes. Fuck, yes.” She saw the blatant desire in Eve’s face and the slight sway of her breasts. Seeing Eve’s incomparable nude form, the look on her face and the way her arm was moving as she fucked Olivia, were all strong enough to send Olivia over into ecstasy. But it was the added pleasure of being able to feel her wet, heated lusciousness beneath her hand as she got her off that totally and completely launched Olivia into orbit.
“I’m going to come,” Olivia said with astonishment. “It’s happening. It’s happening so fast.”
“Sweet Olivia,” Eve said. “Come, love. Come with me.”
The words penetrated resolutely, just like her fingers.
“Oh, God. Yes, I am. I am, Eve. I’m coming. For you. With you. Oh, God—I’m coming.”
Eve fucked her harder and stared directly into her eyes just before her face and entire body shattered. Olivia crashed into convulsions herself and they came together in a wild fit of fucking and rubbing and insatiable gyrations. Olivia let out a series of low screams, her climax hitting her incredibly hard and deep, raging through her with a vengeance, while Eve called out in softer, though no less powerful, quicker cries. Olivia watched as best she could, the sight of her coming making her own orgasm all the more tremendous. She watched her like a voyeur, captivated and spellbound as Eve pulsed in unison with her cries as the swells of her orgasm passed through her. Her ride of pleasure lasted longer than Olivia’s, which enabled Olivia to take her in as she finished, her focus completely on Eve. And though she didn’t speak or make noise when she calmed, Olivia knew how vehement her orgasm had been. She’d witnessed it firsthand and now that she had, she knew two things for certain. She knew she would never ever forget it and she knew she would want to see it again. That she would no doubt obsess over seeing it again.
She studied her in the continued silence, still completely awed by her. Sweat glistened on her face and chest, covering the red tint of desire kissing her skin. Her mauve lips were thick and full, as if engorged with blood and begging to be sucked, much like Olivia knew the flesh between her legs to be. And her hazel eyes were deep and darker than usual as they danced in the low light, as if hidden depths had been stirred to life.
What Olivia had seen moments before was Eve in the throes of passion.
This, however, was Eve in the afterglow.
And Olivia couldn’t decide which was more beautiful and compelling.
“Eve,” Olivia said quietly.
“Yes?” She gently removed her fingers from Olivia and pulled her down to lie next to her. Olivia then carefully moved her hand, which was still nestled between her legs, up Eve’s body to rest on her heart.
Olivia warmed as she felt the soothing thud of her life force.
Everything she’d ever known to be true was vanishing.
In its place was this. This moment.
This woman.
And this expanding and singing in her own heart.
She drew her closer and nuzzled her neck.
She inhaled her scent and closed her eyes.
And she said the only thing she knew to be absolutely true.
“I love you.”