by Fiona Riley
Savannah’s dark red hair was pulled into a sloppy bun. Loose strands hung along the side of her face, taunting Olivia to brush them aside. She reached forward, her left hand skimming along Savannah’s hairline before pushing the errant strand behind her ear. Savannah let out a sigh and Olivia flattened her palm along Savannah’s jawline, lazily stroking her thumb along Savannah’s cheek.
Savannah turned her head and kissed Olivia’s hand. Her tongue brushed along Olivia’s palm and Olivia shuddered again. Savannah kissed the tip of each finger and asked, “Are you nervous?”
Olivia let out a slow, shaky breath as she considered the question. She wasn’t exactly nervous—excited, yes, but nervous, well, maybe a little. She debated how she would express that feeling to Savannah, her concerns melting with each successive press of Savannah’s lips to her skin. She wanted this. She wanted to be with Savannah. She wanted to feel Savannah’s skin against hers. She wanted to taste her mouth and she wanted to feel her. Everywhere. But she was a little nervous. After taking in another slow, deep breath, she nodded.
Savannah pressed one final kiss to Olivia’s index finger before she pressed Olivia’s hand to her chest to feel the rapid beating of her heart. “I am, too.”
The quiet admission and the patient look of affection from Savannah helped dissolve the remaining concerns Olivia had as she leaned forward, pressing their lips together with a smile. Savannah laughed into the kiss and pushed Olivia back to the comforter while her hand held Olivia against the increased cadence of her heart.
Savannah gently lowered herself onto Olivia, trapping Olivia’s hand between them, as she carefully distributed her weight along her. They kissed quietly for a few moments, playfully nipping at each other’s mouths until Savannah slid her tongue along Olivia’s, deepening the kiss and increasing the continuous pulse felt against Olivia’s palm.
Olivia moaned into the kiss and her hips bucked up against Savannah’s involuntarily when Savannah shifted her weight. Olivia’s hand slid out from between them and up into Savannah’s hair, pulling it from the loosely tied bun so she could thread her fingers through the silky locks.
Savannah groaned and sucked on the skin along the column of Olivia’s neck as she dragged her palm over the upper curve of Olivia’s left breast, settling along her side as her thumb gently grazed the smooth satin of Olivia’s bra. Olivia whined in frustration and a velvety chuckle vibrated against Olivia in response, winding that feeling in her lower abdomen just a bit tighter.
Olivia let out a contented sigh when Savannah used her knees to push Olivia’s legs apart, slipping between them and settling her stomach against Olivia’s jean-clad crotch with a hard roll of her hips. Savannah’s pressure was everywhere and nowhere, and it was driving Olivia crazy. Her kisses were teasingly deep before she skirted away. Her hand massaged and stroked the side of Olivia’s breast but didn’t palm it the way Olivia was dying for her to. No, Savannah seemed very well aware of every roll, every press, every movement she made, and she deliberately denied that last little bit Olivia’s body was requesting.
Olivia groaned as Savannah bit lightly over her pulse point. Savannah’s hand continued to gently scratch and caress along the side of her chest, breezing a thumb over her nipple just to dance away. She rolled her hips against the seam of Olivia’s pants and Olivia felt like she was going to explode if Savannah didn’t touch her. If she didn’t fuck her right fucking now.
“Savannah, please,” she begged and pulled Savannah’s hair to bring their lips together. She settled her hand on Savannah’s hip, encouraging her to continue her movements.
Savannah smiled into the kiss and her previously teasing touches accelerated as she palmed over the satin of Olivia’s bra again, massaging the flesh of her chest before rolling a pert nipple between her fingers. Olivia mewled and bucked her hips, rolling them harder against Savannah’s stomach as her fingers scratched along Savannah’s scalp and shoulders.
“You feel so good,” Savannah said against Olivia’s lips as her hands worked their way from Olivia’s chest to her back and unclasped and discarded her bra. “Let me see you,” she implored as she leaned back to appreciate Olivia’s now naked torso.
Olivia warmed under the admiring gaze. She settled her hands on Savannah’s thighs and smoothed up and down the skin as she let Savannah appreciate her chest for a moment. A contented sigh escaped Savannah’s lips when Olivia’s hands trailed up and cupped Savannah’s breasts through the skimpy bikini top still clinging to her skin.
Savannah moaned at the sensation, her hands coming up to untie the bathing suit top and pulling it off before gently closing around Olivia’s hands and encouraging a more forceful massage. Olivia slid one hand up from Savannah’s chest to grip her neck and tug her down until Savannah’s hard nipples were rubbing against hers, sending shockwaves to her lower abdomen. They kissed deeply, hands exploring each other, before Olivia’s frustration won out. She hooked her thumbs under the fabric of Savannah’s bikini bottoms and guided them down and off her narrow hips.
“I need to feel you. I need to touch you.” Olivia grunted against Savannah’s lips as she tossed the discarded scrap of fabric aside.
Savannah’s hand slid along the waist of Olivia’s pants before deftly unbuttoning the jeans and pulling down the zipper. “Take these off.”
Olivia complied, assisting Savannah as she worked the skintight jeans off her legs, kicking them to the floor before she leaned up to kiss Savannah again. Savannah’s hands settled on Olivia’s, halting their attempts to remove the satiny fabric of her underwear, instead shooing them away. “Let me.”
Olivia paused and swallowed, feeling suddenly vulnerable as Savannah pressed a chaste kiss to her lips and slowly dragged the final article of clothing away from her damp sex. She felt her face flush at the soft moan Savannah let out while taking in the view in front of her. The reverence of that look made Olivia shiver and burn up at the same time.
“You’re so beautiful,” Savannah drawled in that soft, lusty tone as she continued to gaze affectionately at Olivia. She reached out and caressed Olivia’s inner thigh before she leaned forward and kissed the flesh before her.
A soft whimper escaped from Olivia’s lips as she closed her eyes and let the feeling of Savannah’s warm mouth wash over her. She felt like her heart was going to explode out of her chest when Savannah’s tongue slid along her sex, her nose lightly brushing against Olivia’s clit and sending sharp vibrations through her core. Olivia gripped Savannah’s hair, holding her against her as she continued to gently kiss and lick along Olivia’s slit, winding her up tighter and tighter.
“Oh God, you feel incredible,” Olivia said between panting gasps.
Savannah swirled her tongue over Olivia’s clit, as her hands wandered up from Olivia’s hips to palm at her breasts. She plucked and twisted Olivia’s nipples as she continued to taste Olivia’s arousal.
Olivia felt herself climbing quickly and arched her back on the bed, focusing on the rising pressure in her abdomen. Savannah’s mouth was magical. She was officially convinced, as if she needed any further evidence of that fact given how mesmerizing it was just kissing her. She felt herself begin to tremble when Savannah suddenly paused her affections.
Olivia let out short, frantic breaths as she surveyed Savannah with confusion.
“Show me,” Savannah encouraged in that low, teasing tone. “Show me how you touched yourself when you were on the phone with me.”
Olivia felt a deep blush settle over her already flushed cheeks when she realized what Savannah was asking. She wanted to see Olivia masturbate. Well, then.
As if she sensed Olivia’s hesitation, Savannah climbed up her body and nudged Olivia’s head to the side. She leaned close and whispered, “Do you remember? Do you remember how I told you to imagine me over you? To imagine me breathing against your neck and palming your breasts? Do you remember…wanting me there?”
Every detail of that phone call came rushing back to Olivia. She nodded
as she trailed one hand down her abdomen, and hovered it over her swollen clit.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that, show me.” Savannah looked down at Olivia’s hand before she leaned forward and pressed her lips to Olivia’s neck.
Olivia trembled at the sensation of Savannah kissing her neck and lowered two fingers to press against her pulsing clit. Savannah continued to work along her neck, nipping and sucking on the skin, nibbling at her earlobe as Olivia replicated the motions from that night—a night she frequently replayed in her mind.
“Tell me, Liv, are you as wet for me now as you were that night?” Savannah asked as she bit down on Olivia’s earlobe. Olivia moaned and nodded as her fingers continued to work against her clit. Savannah spread her hand across Olivia’s shuddering stomach and slid her hand up to massage and tease Olivia’s breast. “I wanted so badly to be over you. To touch you. Licking you. That night…Liv, God, you make the sexiest noises.”
“Fuck.” Olivia cried out as she felt herself fly back to the precipice again. Savannah’s lips on her skin, her hand working at her breast, those dirty whispered notions, it was getting to be too much for Olivia to resist. “Oh, Savannah, I…”
In a quick motion, Savannah returned her lips to Olivia’s and pressed a hard kiss against her mouth as she slipped a hand between them and through Olivia’s wetness to pause at her entrance.
“Yes, oh yes, please…” Olivia begged. She needed that last little bit to push her over the edge.
Olivia let out a loud moan of approval as Savannah thrust two fingers into her and began moving her fingers in and out in a steady rhythm. Olivia clenched around her and scratched down Savannah’s back. Savannah pressed one last firm kiss to Olivia’s lips as Olivia froze in ecstasy, her eyes squeezed shut and her body shuddering under Savannah’s as her release consumed her.
Olivia collapsed against the bed as Savannah slowed her thrusts, easing her down slowly before pulling out. Savannah pressed a lingering kiss to the edge of Olivia’s mouth as Olivia caught her breath and slid both her hands up to cradle Savannah’s back and pull her close. She hummed happily.
“Oh, yeah?” Savannah kissed along Olivia’s jaw.
“Mm-hmm. Yeah. Wow.” Olivia laughed and turned her head to connect their lips in a slow, lazy kiss as she rolled to her side and slipped her leg between Savannah’s.
Savannah gasped.
Olivia smiled into the kiss and nipped at Savannah’s lip before she pushed Savannah onto her back and climbed over her. “Oh, yeah?” she parroted.
“Mm-hmm. Yes, absolutely.” Savannah’s laugh was stifled by a moan as Olivia pressed into her again.
Olivia danced her hand down Savannah’s abdomen as she said, “Now about that excess energy…”
* * *
Olivia stretched out on the bed and let her muscles adjust as she rolled to her side, her gaze falling on the soft curve of Savannah’s back. Her bottom half was covered with a sheet as she propped herself up on her elbows and scanned through her tablet.
“What’re you doing?” Olivia asked.
Savannah let out a happy sigh as Olivia’s fingers walked up her spine. She pushed the tablet aside and tilted her head to look at Olivia on the pillow next to her. “Nothing. Well, looking at work stuff.”
“You know the rule, no work this week,” Olivia chastised while she scratched the skin on Savannah’s back, making soothing circles as she scooted a little closer.
They hadn’t made it to dinner that first night, or breakfast the next morning. After Olivia had accidently stumbled into Savannah’s room, she hadn’t bothered to leave. Her suitcase and belongings mingled with Savannah’s in the comfortably large suite. There had been multiple instances in which one of them almost scandalized the poor guy delivering room service. By the week’s end they had emerged long enough to hit up the pool twice, grab dinner at the bar, take in one quick tour of the city, and ignore all emails, texts, and calls that weren’t of an urgent nature. Every moment she had spent with Savannah had been wonderful, but she thought that these quiet moments were her favorites.
“I know. I was just trying to figure out the accommodations for Chicago.”
“Hmm?” Olivia shifted in the bed and pulled back the sheet, scooting under it to lay her front against Savannah’s naked back. She pressed soft kisses to Savannah’s shoulders and sucked on the skin as Savannah’s voice vibrated against her lips.
“I live in Chicago. So there isn’t really any point in booking a hotel room for me. I’m sort of struggling with room arrangements.”
“I don’t follow. What’s the problem?” Olivia mumbled into the warm skin at the base of Savannah’s neck.
Savannah let out a slow breath before she turned under Olivia and linked their hands together. She kissed Olivia and added, “Well, I was kind of hoping I would see more of you than just at the work site. And not staying in the same hotel with you made me sort of sad, I guess.”
Olivia frowned as she realized why Savannah seemed so focused on the tablet before. Savannah had to plan out the details for the next installation; those details included all the other people they had blissfully forgotten over the past few days. Olivia had gotten so used to waking up in Savannah’s arms that she’d almost forgotten that outside of this week, she might be expected to sleep alone. She wasn’t sure she was ready to resume normal life again, and the prospect of booking a room without Savannah in it was extremely unappealing in this moment. “Oh, I see.”
“Yeah.”
“Well…” Olivia considered her next question carefully. She didn’t want to scare Savannah off, but at the same time, she needed some clarification to understand where this thing between them was going. “We’re dating, right?”
“Yes, we are.” Savannah raised her eyebrow as she waited to see what Olivia would say next.
“Well then, since that makes you my girlfriend, I want to spend as many of my nights with you as I possibly can.”
“Mm-hmm, I like your thought process, girlfriend. Please, continue.” Savannah pressed soft kisses along Olivia’s neck.
“Savannah. That’s distracting,” Olivia deadpanned and pulled her neck away from the warm lips currently sucking it.
“Sorry.”
“You’re not.”
“I’m not,” Savannah agreed.
Olivia laughed. But she knew they needed to talk. Really talk. “So we’re really doing this, huh?”
Savannah seemed to consider this. “We are.”
“And we’re on the same page still, right?” As the final installation loomed, Olivia was acutely aware that their blissful bubble from this past week had popped. Their relationship had an expiration date—or, she hoped, maybe it didn’t. It had occurred to her more than once that if Greater Image Design secured the long-term contract with New Horizons after this last trial, then she and Savannah might be able to see each other in both a personal and professional capacity. She could dream, anyway.
Savannah nodded. “I want to make this work, Liv. Let’s stick with the original plan and do our best to keep this”—she gestured between them—“between us and not let it interfere with our working relationship. Regardless of the outcome on this last site, I want lots more of this in my life. I want lots more of you.”
Olivia didn’t feel like she had the right words to reply, so she settled for kissing Savannah instead. She hoped Savannah knew what she meant to her.
A thought seemed to occur to Savannah and she blinked up at Olivia. “Stay with me.”
“What?”
“Stay with me. Let’s not book a hotel room at all in Chicago. Stay with me, at my house.”
Olivia looked down at Savannah and smiled. “Stay with you? At your house, in your space, for the duration of the Chicago gig?”
“Yes.” Savannah nodded confidently. “At my house, in my bed, with me every night.”
Olivia cupped Savannah’s cheeks and kissed her. “I’d love to.”
Chapter Twenty-one
C
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Olivia’s back hit the kitchen cabinets as Savannah pushed her hips up onto the granite countertop. She had been amazed at the simple, uncluttered existence Savannah inhabited. Her place was all clean lines and contrasting whites with dark cabinets inlayed with glass. Her kitchen was gorgeous, a thought that was quickly abandoned when Savannah’s hand slipped under her skirt and ran through her wetness.
“I’ve been dying to touch you all day.” Savannah’s lips sucked at her pulse point as Olivia hooked her ankles around Savannah’s hips and pulled her closer.
“You and me both. Mm, Savannah, yes.” Savannah pressed two fingers against her opening before gliding inside easily. Olivia had been riled up and wet all day long.
Savannah massaged her tongue along Olivia’s and silenced her mutterings. She loved how Savannah knew just how she liked to be touched. She loved feeling Savannah inside her. It was so distracting working with her in such close quarters and not being able to touch her the way she wanted to.
“You’re so wet.”
“Today was torture.” Olivia tucked her head into Savannah’s neck as Savannah increased the pace of her thrusts. It seemed like every interaction she had with Savannah at work today ended up in some unexpectedly sexual way. Shortly after lunch an overpacked elevator resulted in Olivia’s ass positioned squarely into Savannah’s hips with Savannah’s breath hot on her neck. It was innocent enough, but that position had triggered a memory of the night before when she found her face pressed against Savannah’s shower tiles with that same hot breath along her ear and neck. Her focus was shot for the remainder of the day. She’d been desperate to feel Savannah against her and she had a hard time keeping her mind on anything but that.
Savannah turned her head to press her lips to Olivia’s, and Olivia let out that familiar sharp breath and whimper. Savannah slowed her movements and eased Olivia through her orgasm. Savannah pressed affectionate kiss after kiss to Olivia’s mouth and jaw before she pulled her into a hug.
