Eve opened her eyes and listened intently. She was spooning Olivia who was fast asleep in her arms, breathing softly. They were nude with Olivia’s backside against her front. Her soft skin was hot, like it was still on fire with their lovemaking.
She kissed her shoulder and released her to roll onto her back. She lay spread eagle under the fan, begging for its cool caress. She lightly ran her fingertips across her nipples, causing them to firm. The touch reawakened the passion she’d felt with Olivia, and she lowered her hand between her legs and sank into her creases. She inhaled, stunned at how warm and wet she still was considering she’d even climaxed with Olivia this time.
How can I still be so turned on?
She was like a live wire, twisting and writhing and sparking, seeking some sort of connection. She longed for that connection to be Olivia, but she didn’t want to entirely overwhelm her with her insanely raging libido. Climaxing with her tonight had been a wonderfully erotic and beautiful first step. But it had also been momentous. Not just because it had been so all consuming and completely conquering that she’d had to nearly clench her jaw, along with every muscle in her body, to keep from screaming and thrashing. But because it had obviously been just as astounding and meaningful to Olivia, leading her to confess her love.
Eve could still recall the way she’d sounded when she said the words.
She’d been serious. The confession heartfelt.
And Eve’s heart had been pierced. As if Cupid’s arrow had torn right through her. She could still feel the hot blood from the wound spreading throughout her body.
She closed her eyes and moaned softly as her fingers got lost in her flesh. Hunger collided with something different as she slid along her swollen shaft. It was beyond lust, beyond want, beyond need. It was deeper. Stronger. And unexpected.
I love you.
It was Olivia and her words.
Olivia and her love.
“Oh, God,” Eve whispered. She lengthened her strokes and held her clit firmly between her gliding fingers. She’d touched herself after making love to Eve, many times now. But this current desire was turbulent and more demanding, as if her earlier climax had been nothing but a tease. A test to see how her body reacted to Olivia’s touch. Now her body seemed to know, and it was insisting on being fed to full satiation and at the hands of Olivia. But Eve didn’t want to wake her, and again a part of her still worried that these cravings would be too much. And then there was the love confession. God, those three little words had such power and they had infiltrated her with an indescribable warmth and acceptance, and she’d had an urge to say something in response, but she’d stopped herself, afraid she’d get carried away and move beyond the boundaries she’d set for her life so long ago.
She pushed her concern away and quickened her hand, allowing it to take her away to a beautiful oblivion. But even though what she was doing felt wonderful, and had begun to grow, the pleasure wouldn’t edge beyond a certain point. She groaned, both in longing and frustration.
“Hey.” Olivia stirred next to her and turned. Her voice was heavy with sleep and deeply sexy. She felt for Eve in the dim light and Eve froze. Olivia found her arm and traced it downward.
“Are you—touching yourself?”
“Hm? Uh, yes.”
“Why?”
“Why?” She panicked. Was she upset? Would she be upset?
“Yeah, why would you do that when I’m right here and dying to do it for you?” She sounded husky and intrigued, and her hand grazed over the top of Eve’s. She splayed her fingers between Eve’s so she could feel her through the gaps. She wasn’t upset. Not at all. She was aroused.
“Olivia, you don’t have to—”
“Let’s do it together,” she said. “Show me how you touch yourself.”
“Olivia, you—”
But Olivia silenced her by dipping her head to take her nipple into her mouth.
“Oh, my God.” Eve arched into her, unable to help herself.
Olivia sucked her, gentle at first and then harder.
“Olivia—Jesus.”
“Mm.” She released her. “You like that? Was it too much?”
“No. Yes. I mean, I liked it.” Why did she sound so flustered? How did this woman have such an effect on her?
Olivia bent again and kissed both breasts like she’d done before, swirling and teasing and then taking and pulling. Eve squirmed and ran her fingers through her hair. Her hips began to move on their accord as the invisible string leading from her nipples to her clit ignited and surged, forcing the electricity to flow between the two.
“You want more?” Olivia asked, breathing against her neck.
“Mm.”
She moved her hand and sighed when Eve responded to the feel of her touch gliding along the winks of her flesh.
Too turned on to resist, Eve pulled her hand out from underneath Olivia’s leaving Olivia’s directly on her.
“I thought we were going to do it together,” she said into her ear.
“I want you to do it,” Eve said. “It feels so much better and I would love a repeat of what you did to me earlier.”
“You liked it.”
“Oh, hell, yes, you know I did.”
Olivia responded by urging her hand even lower.
“Yes, get yourself wet and slick with me,” Eve said, so eager to come again she could hardly get the words out.
Olivia did so with a throaty groan, like she’d just discovered her and was fascinated. Then she slid her hand back up to her cleft.
“Keep talking,” she said. “Tell me exactly what to do.”
“It’s turning you on?”
“You wouldn’t believe how much.” She knelt and licked her nipple.
“Oh, believe me I do. It’s getting to me, too. Ah, fuck.”
“What would you like me to do now?”
“Move your hand all around. Saturate me with my juices.” She jerked as Olivia did what she was told. “That’s it. Yes. Slip and slide all over me.”
Eve arched, her neck strained. “Oh, Jesus.”
“You feel so fucking incredible,” Olivia breathed. “Like silk. Like hot, slick silk. How can touching someone else make me feel this good?”
Eve relaxed fully onto the bed again and clenched the bedsheet with one hand and began to massage Olivia’s scalp with the other.
“Because we’re women,” she said. “We get off in giving pleasure almost as much as we do in getting pleasure.”
“Oh, my God. You’re right,” she said. “Because I swear, right now, I’m so excited, I think I could come without you even touching me.”
“Make me come and you’ll feel so good and come so close to climaxing it’ll blow your mind.”
Olivia closed her eyes like she was deeply moved.
“Do you have any idea what those words just did to me?”
Eve laughed. “Yes I do. Your words have been doing the same to me for weeks now. You’ve been making love to me with your words and you never even realized it.”
“Oh, I realized it. Maybe not at first, when I was just reacting to what I felt. But very soon thereafter, when I saw the flicker of desire in your eyes and the quickening of your breath and the way you sometimes bite your lower lip, like you’re trying to control yourself, I knew. I was then very much aware of what I was doing and what I was saying. And I meant every damn word, wanting, more than anything, for each one to reach out and touch you somehow. I wanted to make you feel the way I do when you so much as look at me.”
“You did. I don’t think I can explain how much you affected me. And—ah—right now, you’re doing a pretty damn good job, too.”
Olivia changed the movement of her hand. She began to go in circles, directly pressing on her clit.
Eve stiffened and made a noise of helplessness.
“I want to do so much better than good, Eve. I want a fucking A-plus.”
“Dear—God—you’ve turned into such a bad girl.”
Olivia only laughed and quickened her hand as she took her bunched nipple into her mouth and sucked.
Eve cried out and urged her hips into her hand and watched in erotic bliss as Olivia sucked her hungrily, first one breast and then the other, until Eve was clawing at her scalp and thrusting up into her hand.
“Olivia.” She kept exhaling her name. Again and again.
“Fuck. Oh, God. Oh, my fucking God.” She was trying desperately to hold back, to control the raging inferno inside. The raging inferno this woman, this virginal woman had somehow set aflame and was somehow feeding those flames far better than any other woman ever had.
How did she seem to know what she was doing?
Why did the two of them together erupt and enflame like gasoline poured on a fire?
“Fu-ck!” Eve cried out.
She bucked harder and faster, all the while staring into Olivia.
And then she came. And it was so astounding and so deep, dark, and hot, she danced wickedly into Olivia’s stroking hand and cried out in a low, throaty voice, “Oh—hell—ye-es.”
She rode it out long and hard, enjoying, taking, and milking every last fucking drop. It was so delicious and lasted so long, she laughed at the craziness of it with her back and neck arched, lost in the spinning blades of the ceiling fan. She heard Olivia imploring her, talking dirty, naughty, all while she continued to massage the sweet bliss into her flesh.
Olivia.
She was so fucking beyond belief.
Olivia.
Eve calmed, jerked twice, and then went completely still. She eased her back onto the bed once more and looked at her.
Olivia didn’t have to say it. She didn’t have to voice it. She’d just shown her with her mouth and with her hand.
And she was showing her now with that look.
She was telling Eve that she loved her.
Eve yanked her forward and enveloped her into an impassioned, meeting of the souls kind of kiss.
When Olivia groaned, Eve held her tighter and continued, harder and deeper, needing more, more, more. And when she moaned with what sounded like mercy, Eve wrenched her away and looked into her once again, breathlessly.
Olivia.
Dear, sweet, fucking insanely insatiable Olivia.
She affects me like no other ever has.
And…she loves me.
What the fuck am I going to do?