by Ronica Black
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.
Chapter Forty
Olivia sat on the large rock taking in another spectacular sunrise. She was mesmerized by its brilliance and enjoyed basking in the new light after having just finished her run up the mountain trail. She could feel her body recovering, but her raised pulse and strong breathing were of little concern and she paid little attention. She was growing more and more used to vigorous exercise, and her body had adapted. She didn’t struggle like she used to when she ran, and when she did push herself, she was able to recuperate quickly. But the best part was that she craved her workouts now just like Eve said she would. When she didn’t work out, she felt unfocused and frustrated and cranky. And she wasn’t the only one who noticed. Her loved ones were quick to tell her when she was being a bear, many times even suggesting that she go for a long run or spend an hour lifting weights.
A breeze stirred, and she absently rubbed the chill that tickled her moist skin. The mornings were cooler now, and soon she’d have to cover up instead of wearing just an athletic bra and runner’s shorts. That didn’t bother her. She loved this time of year and thought back to how far she’d come since spring. She couldn’t believe all that she had accomplished. It was almost surreal. She now had the two things that had seemed damned near impossible to get.
She was fit, able to run and lift like a well-trained athlete. She was tight and hard as a rock with defined muscle, and for the first time in her life, she was proud of her body. She was healthy and strong, and she loved the way she looked and the way she felt. She couldn’t imagine ever going back to the way she was before. She’d been awakened and shown a new, better way to live, and oh, what a life it was turning out to be.
“Hi.”
Olivia turned and found Eve standing on the trail with her hands on her hips. Similar to Olivia, she had on nothing but a purple sports bra and a pair of black leggings. Her hair was in a ponytail, and she pushed her sunglasses up to rest on her head, just like she’d done all those weeks ago when they’d first met.
“Hi.”
“You look like you might need some help.”
Olivia saw the corner of her mouth lift.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Uh-huh.”
“And let me guess, you’re the one who’s going to help me.”
“I am.”
“What makes you so sure I’ll let you?”
“Because I’m the woman for the job.”
“You are, are you?”
“Yes. And I think you’re well aware of that.”
“I see.”
“You don’t see anyone else up here do you?” she asked, glancing around. She walked slowly toward her. “Nobody else is coming to your rescue. Just me.”
“You’re right.” Olivia’s voice weakened as she watched her move. “There’s only you.”
Eve came to a stand before her. Her eyes were alive, and she looked driven and a bit…ravenous.
“You will always be the only one,” Olivia said.
“Are you admitting that you need some help, then?”
Olivia reached out and tried to touch her, but Eve swatted her hand away.
“Well?” She was fiery and feisty, and the way her eyes flashed, Olivia knew she was wanting to dominate.
Olivia swallowed. “God, yes, I need help.”
“You better get up then, so I can take a look at you.”
Olivia stood and Eve swept her up and down with her hungry gaze. Then she took a step closer, so that they were inches apart.
“You look really good to me,” she said.
“Do I?”
“Yes. Incredibly good. But…” She ran her finger down the center of Olivia’s body until she came to the top of her shorts. “I think you need some help here.”
“Where?”
“In here.” She slid her hand into her shorts and panties and halted as she reached her center. She grazed her with her fingertips, and Olivia gripped her wrist and clenched her jaw. She rose to her tiptoes and made a small noise.
“Yes,” Eve said. “I think you need some help right here. I’m concerned that you can’t feel as well as you should. I think maybe I should touch you to be sure. What do you think?”
“Mm. Yes. Please.”
Eve sank her fingers into her folds and glided up and down.
Olivia jerked and her whole body tightened. She tried to form words, pleas of approval and pleas for more, but Eve was rubbing her so intently, she couldn’t focus on anything other than the pleasure shooting out from her clit.
“Can you feel me?” Eve asked.
“Ye—es.”
“Are you sure?”
Olivia clung to her shoulder. “Yes. Fuck yes.”
“I’m not totally convinced.” She increased her speed and intensity. “I think I better make completely sure. You know, touch you until you scream and crumble and come all over my hand.” She leaned in and nibbled her neck and worked her way up to her jaw and then to her lips where she grinned and licked her with flicks of her tongue.
“What do you think? You want to come all over my hand?”
“Yes.”
“Then do it. Look into my eyes and fucking do it. Look into my eyes and see how much I love you. How much I want you.”
Olivia stared into her and saw her beautiful soul where love and desire and everything that made Eve Eve, existed. She saw all of it. Felt all of it.
And Eve could tell.
“Now come, Olivia. Come for me at this very moment at this very spot. Right here. Where I first laid eyes on you. Where I fell for you.”
Olivia felt herself going over. She held her tighter.
“Yes, love. Come.”
She broke completely open then and cried into the rising sun as the orgasm pulsed through her, saturating every single nerve ending she had with raw, delicious pleasure, over and over. The power of it just kept multiplying, and it felt so good she stared into Eve with disbelief, wondering if it would ever end and hoping like hell that it wouldn’t.
Eve only grinned at her as she continued to give, her own desire more than apparent in her naughty look of lust. She was more than enjoying herself, and Olivia knew that from then on, anytime Eve grinned at her like that, no matter where they were, she’d get wet. She’d get wet and crave the all-knowing touch of her fingers.
Olivia clenched her eyes as one final surge tore through her, leaving her delirious and exhausted. She laughed softly and looked at Eve with heavy lidded eyes.
“I was such an idiot back then,” she said, and Eve looked at her in confusion. “When I refused your help. What the hell was I thinking?”
Eve laughed and eased her hand from her shorts and held her hips.
“You’re stubborn.”
“And prideful.”
“Yes.”
“Thank God, you insisted. Thank God.”
“I’m stubborn, too.”
“Yes. You are.”
“We probably shouldn’t argue very often then.”
“Probably not.”
“You should just agree with me all the time.”
Olivia laughed. “I don’t think so.”
“No? Well, at least agree with me on the next few things I have to tell you.” She reached up and touched her face.
“Okay. I’m listening.”
“I would like for you to meet my mother.”
Olivia could see that she was serious and even a littl
e emotional.
“You know I check in on her a lot. So, next time I go, I want you to come with me.”
“I would love to.”
Eve smiled and ran her thumb over her bottom lip.
“Really?”
“Of course. I know how much you love her. And I want to know every single part of you and your life.”
“There’s something else,” she said.
“Okay.”
“I want to take you somewhere next week. It’s Thanksgiving and you won’t have class.”
“Oh? And where, dare I ask, do you want to take me?”
“Mexico.”
Olivia grinned so big it hurt her face. “Are you kidding me?”
“Aaron told me you already have your passport.”
“I actually do, yes. We all got one when my parents first moved down there, so we could visit. I just—never wanted to.”
“Well, what about now? Do you want to go? With me? I’ve got the reservations all set up at hotel Karen. They’re guaranteed.”
“Hotel Karen?”
“Her beach house.”
Olivia looked at her in disbelief. “Get out of here.”
“I’m serious.”
“A beach house? A house. On the beach. Like for real, on the beach?”
Eve laughed. “You step off the back patio into sand. The ocean is right there in front of you.”
“Oh, my God.”
“Is that a yes? Do you want to go?”
“Do you even have to ask? Yes, I want to go. Abso-fucking-lutely.”
“It was the beach house that cinched it, wasn’t it? Not me.”
Olivia pulled her closer. “Oh, no, it was you. I’d go anywhere in the world with you. The beach house was just an added bonus.”
“Ah, okay.”
“Will I get to meet Karen?”
“You will, yes. She’ll be there for the first two days and she’s so excited she won’t leave me alone. She keeps texting me asking me all kinds of questions about you. Does she like this or that, or what about this.”
“I can’t wait to meet her.”
“You two are going to hit it off, I have no doubt. And you’ll probably gang up on me. That wouldn’t surprise me at all.”
Olivia fell silent and Eve continued to look into her eyes.
