by Ronica Black
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.
Chapter Twenty-three
“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 sai
d, stilling her hand. “Forget all that stuff I said about taking it slow. I want you again. Now.”
Chapter Twenty-four
“I mean it. I want you right now,” Eve said, sliding off the couch to sit on her knees and unfasten Olivia’s capris.
Olivia grabbed her hands, the world once again spinning madly around her.
“What’s happening?” she asked.
“I’m going to make you come again, Olivia. With my mouth.”
Oh, dear God.
“Here? At this very moment?”
“Why? Don’t you want me to?”
Olivia’s entire body was pulsating with her heartbeat.
“I’m—nervous.”
“I know,” Eve said gently. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“What about you? Are you sure you want to?”
“Oh, Olivia, I’ve never wanted anything more. And I think, I can honestly say, at this point, I would kill to do this to you. I would absolutely, without a doubt, fucking kill to taste you and to feel the silkiness of your most sensitive skin beneath my lips and tongue.”
The impact of her words hit Olivia hard and fast, causing her desire to rise to a critical level. She’d never craved touch like this before. Eve’s incessant massage had her want rivaling what she’d first felt with her by the door, where she’d sworn, as Eve was awakening her, that nothing could ever be more powerful or feel any better. But there she sat with a new need, this one dominating and incessant and so much stronger than before. She was sure she was going to die if she didn’t get it.
Oh, yes, she wanted it.
And she wanted Eve to give it to her.
God, did she ever.
“I want it,” she said, her voice sounding raspy and coarse. “I want it bad.”
Eve didn’t move. Her stare was poignant.
“Even when I dreamed of you saying things like that and wanting me like this, it wasn’t nearly this good.”
Olivia was speechless.
Eve, too, was quiet once again. With their gazes locked, she lowered Olivia’s zipper and tugged down her pants. She removed them from her feet and tossed them over her shoulder. Then she did the same with her panties. She gently parted Olivia’s legs and carefully inched her forward.
