Olivia's Awakening

by Ronica Black

  “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.”

  Chapter Twenty-eight

  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 co
nnection. 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?

  Chapter Twenty-nine

  “Auntie Liv!” Molly said just as Olivia stepped inside the front door.