Eve couldn’t settle down. She’d driven home like a maniac, yelling and cussing, lost and aimless, not having the slightest clue what to do. The pain she felt rivaled what she could only imagine being stabbed repeatedly by a knife would feel like. It was relentless, eviscerating her over and over. Having an awareness as to why it hurt so bad didn’t stop it. It didn’t help at all. Nothing could tame this kind of pain. Pain that rooted in rejection.
How could Olivia do that? How could she sit there and not stand up for them, for the way they felt about each other? How could she sit in silence and let someone, anyone, insult the person she supposedly loved without even trying to stop them?
Olivia had always been scared to confront her parents, but Eve never thought she’d just bow out and sit in silence when it came down to either her parents or her. Especially not after all they’d shared and confessed recently. The Olivia she knew now was stronger than that. Wasn’t she?
She cussed again, ran her hand through her hair, and paced.
She’d never been so angry. So fucking hurt. So…just completely dumbfounded.
She stilled at the sound of her doorbell. She knew who it was, and she stalked to the door, yanked it open, and jabbed a finger at Olivia, ready to let her have it with both barrels.
“How could you—”
But Olivia came right at her, causing her to stumble in reverse, her face just inches from Eve’s, her eyes boring into her. She slammed the door behind her, and when Eve tried to speak again, she backed her to the wall and pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her.
“It’s time,” she said, her voice strained. “No more fear. No more running. No more hiding. I love you. You love me. Everyone knows. I told them and I’m ready to tell the entire world. I’m sorry I didn’t have the courage to do it sooner. I’m sorry I let my mother speak to you that way. That will never, ever happen again. Because you are all that matters. You are all I care about.” She lowered her finger and spoke softer. “You are the one I’m madly in love with.”
“You told them?” Eve asked. She was stunned from her close proximity and the way she’d come in and took total control. Not to mention what she’d just said.
“I did.”
“Molly?”
Olivia smiled. “She told me not to let anything stand in my way. She told me to just love.”
“Just love.”
“Yes.”
“Is that why you’re here?” Eve asked, her own voice husky.
“Yes. It’s time to just love.”
She looked intense and serious, like she’d just walked a tightrope a hundred stories high and she couldn’t wait to tell her about it, having conquered the greatest risk of her life. She was still wearing the navy pin-striped vest and rolled denim capris, and Eve was sure she’d come straight from the restaurant. She’d probably sped just as Eve had. She was a woman on a mission, a woman who had finally found herself and was willing to do anything to live that truth.
Eve reached up to touch her face, moved to tenderness, wanting to ease her intensity. They had both been through a gamut of emotions in the last couple of hours. Olivia more so than her, and she wanted to comfort her, to let her know she was safe now and loved beyond measure.
But Olivia grabbed her hands.
“No,” she said. “I’ve waited my whole life for this moment. Waited my whole life for a love like this. Waited with more restraint and self-control than you’ll ever know, to completely take you, to truly have you, and to…” She leaned in and spoke in her ear. “Fucking taste you.”
Eve shuddered.
“And I can’t wait any longer.”
She pinned her hands above her head and lightly pushed her body against Eve’s while teasing her lips with her own.
“Don’t even think about moving,” she said. “Because I’m not letting you go for at least the next few hours. And if I could somehow hold you this close to me for longer, I would.” She teased her again with her lips. “I don’t ever want to let you go again.”
She kissed her, deep and slow, claiming her completely with her ambitious and patient tongue. She kissed her like she wanted to see, feel, and experience every last inch of her and then burn those things into her memory.
Eve felt herself falling into her, the strings of her intimate and most sensitive places being played again and again with the slick, purposeful probe of her tongue. Until eventually, she fell limp against the strength of her body, knowing that she was gone now, done for, helpless. Another person had total control. Had her by her very soul. And it felt fucking wonderful.
She moaned into her mouth and Olivia groaned in response and then tore away to attack her neck, causing her to sigh with pleasure. She loved the feel of Olivia’s hot mouth sucking and nibbling at her delicate skin. And she did so thoroughly, devouring first one side and then the other, taking time to tease her ear, knowing exactly what that did to her.
“Am I getting to you, Eve Monroe?” She lightly sucked her ear lobe. “Am I turning you on?”
“Yes,” Eve breathed. “And you know it.”
“Maybe. But I’ll always want to hear you say it.”
“You are,” Eve said, jolting at the feel of her tongue in her ear. Every single inch of her skin tightened and came to life. “You’re—turning me on. So very much.”
Olivia groaned again.
“The way you look, the way you smell, the way you feel, I can’t fucking take it,” Olivia said. “I want to make you come, Eve. Right now. Right fucking now.”
She held Eve’s hands together and then traced her free hand down to the waistband of her jeans. She hurriedly unfastened her thick belt and her pants and eased herself down into her panties.
Eve made a noise and startled again as Olivia found her flesh.
“Jesus Christ, you’re wet.” She slid her fingers up and down, stroking the length of her. Eve clenched her eyes and continued to make involuntary noises as her hips began to move, her body trying desperately to fuck Olivia’s hand on its own accord.
“You’re throbbing,” Olivia said with a raspy voice, sounding like she was in disbelief. “Oh, my dear God, I can feel how badly you want it.”
She worked her flesh carefully, prolonging her touch, extracting more and more pleasure, her own excitement evident in her breathing and in her voice.
“You’re about to come in my hand,” she said.
“Olivia,” Eve said, eyes now open and trained on hers.
“Tell me,” Olivia said. “Tell me you want me to make you come.”
“Oh, God, Olivia. I want—”
“Yes, baby.”
“Make me come.”
Olivia stopped and released her hands. She dropped and tugged off her jeans and panties, tossing them both aside, like they were a frustrating barrier to what she wanted most. Then she rested on her knees and looked up at Eve. She eased her legs apart.
She slightly touched Eve’s aching flesh with her lips, teasing, testing. Eve tangled her hands in her hair and shook and sighed, her kisses getting longer, heavier, eventually finding her most sacred place.
“Olivia,” Eve said, the eventual press and movement of her tongue so fucking good her legs trembled. “You feel so good on me. Ah, God have mercy.”
Olivia moaned and licked the head of her clit dead on, full and heavy and then all around.
Eve threw her head back and called out, completely lost and overtaken with the onslaught of pleasure. She couldn’t ever remember it being this good. This fucking mind-blowing and intense. It was like she was being made love to for the very first time, and it was far surpassing any memory she still had of anything previous. Because this time she was being taken by someone she was crazy in love with, madly in love with. Someone she wanted desperately. Someone who wanted her just as desperately in return. Someone who was showing her just how much she wanted her with her mouth and heavy tongue. And she wasn’t afraid, and she wasn’t holding anything back. She was taking her. Giving to her. Hell-bent and determined to give her everything she had. And holy fucking Christ, was it good.
“You taste like heaven,” she said, taking tiny pauses to speak. “I’m never ever going to want to stop doing this.”
“I don’t want you to,” Eve breathed as she returned to her and began the slow assault with her tongue once again. “Oh, fuck, Olivia. Yes, love. I will always want you to do this.” She looked down at her and watched as she devoured her. “I will always want your mouth on me. Ah, fuck, yes.”
“Then why did you make me wait so long?” Olivia said, looking up at her with a grin.
“I have no idea.”
Olivia snuck out her tongue and teased her.
“None. Oh, Jesus. No, fucking clue. I think I was—wanting to make sure you were ready.”
“Oh, I’ve been ready, baby. Can’t you tell? Can’t you feel how badly I’ve wanted this? How badly I’ve wanted to make love to you with my mouth? To feel you against my tongue and taste your very essence and savor it as I give you all the pleasure I possibly can?”
She licked her, flicking her clit.
“Yes—I can feel it.”
“Can you?”
“Yes.”
“Feel it some more.”
She attacked her again, pressing her mouth fully against her, where she French kissed her cleft, swirling and swirling, until Eve was completely engorged and struggling to stand. Olivia somehow knew exactly what to do, where to touch and for how long, as if she’d studied her for years, and was the utmost expert in her sex and desire. She gave and gave to her, bathing her with her tongue, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy and then slowing and removing the weight of her, careful not to send her over too soon.
Eve knotted her fingers in her hair, holding her head fast to her, loving the loss of control, loving that she was at her complete mercy, loving that it was Olivia who was taking her. Eve was in her world and Olivia was leading her by the hand, showing her all the pleasure it had to offer. It was beautiful and magical and the most erotic place she’d ever been.
“Olivia. Olivia.” She kept sighing her name, and eventually the sighs gave way to cries and her cries became louder and louder. Her eyes were closed and her head back; she was totally caught up in the movement of Olivia’s head and the manipulation of her tongue. She could feel nothing else. Register nothing else.
There literally was nothing else.
Her body was wide open, taking in pleasure, consuming it quicker and fiercer. She clenched handfuls of Olivia’s hair and moved against her. Olivia, with her aggressive hunger and audible noises, continued to tell Eve without speaking just how much she was enjoying herself and just how well she knew her, able to sense that her orgasm was right there, ready to crash down upon her.
“Yes, baby,” was all she said, and Eve shook as the sensation of her hot mouth seared into her once again.
Eve clenched her eyes and clenched Olivia’s head.
It was there. It was right there. She could feel it and it was fucking monumental.
“Olivia, I love you,” she said. “I love you. I love you I love you I love you.”
Olivia took her in her mouth and sucked her off, hard and unrelenting, giving her the gift of the most earth-shattering climax she’d ever had. It hit her so forcefully it almost knocked her off her feet and she had to hold on to Olivia so tightly she worried she was hurting her.
But Olivia only groaned and sucked her more vehemently, ensuring she would feel everything the orgasm brought for her.
“Fuck, yes,” she cried out. “Fucking suck me, baby. Don’t stop.” She tensed and arched as all the pleasure Olivia had stirred to life within her, gathered, and rained down upon her, covering her solely and completely, drenching her from head to toe.
“I—love—you.” The cry was so loud and guttural it felt foreign to her, as if it were coming from somewhere other than her. It poured up and out of her while the orgasm poured down on her. Both tearing her to sweet, sweet pieces, until she was left absolutely vanquished, whispering the words while close to collapse.
Olivia gently removed herself from her and stood to embrace her, holding her tight.
Eve closed her eyes and even though cries and pleasure had just exploded out of her, she felt full and warm, with every dark corner inside lit up and glowing. She clung to Olivia with weak arms and inhaled the skin of her neck while the powerful strength of her body held her upright. She was so strong. So heartfelt. So passionate. She was like the perfect puzzle piece that slid right into place inside her, fitting into all the gaps, a truly snug fit.
That was them. Two strong individual puzzle pieces, coming together for a perfect fit. Creating the beautiful scene of what would be their life.
Eve held her closer and cried then.
And for the first time in her life, crying felt good.