Can't Get Enough

by Harper Bliss

  Scarlet gently pushed her towards the wall without letting their lips lose contact. When she finally broke free from Olivia she let her tongue slide over her upper lip and nodded approvingly.

  “This is going to be fun.”

  Olivia couldn’t relax completely yet. Shouldn’t she have offered a drink? Was she allowed to touch everything? Scarlet locked her eyes on Olivia’s and languidly, with the back of her hand, traced a line from her neck, over her breast, until her fingertips rested at Olivia’s belt. She undid the buckle and slid it out of the loops, then appraised it and said, “this may come in handy later.” Scarlet tugged Olivia’s blouse out of her pants. “Excellent taste,” she said while rubbing the fabric between her thumb and index finger.

  Scarlet unbuttoned Olivia’s blouse, starting at the bottom and, without touching or exposing any skin, gradually made it to the top. Before she opened the two sides of fabric that covered Olivia’s breasts, she ran her lips all the way up and down Olivia’s neck, more breathing than kissing. She fixed her gaze on Olivia again and, with a tantalisingly slow caress, escorted the blouse down Olivia’s arms until it fell to the floor. Olivia stood trembling against the wall, her nipples bulging hard against the lace of her bra. It wasn’t Scarlet’s actions so much—most women knew how to sensually undress a lover—as the complete confidence she displayed in them, erasing every second thought Olivia’d had about this afternoon. Soon she’d start to wonder why she hadn’t resorted to this earlier.

  “Come on,” Scarlet whispered while kicking off her shoes. “Time to test the bed.” Olivia’s glance caught the alarm clock on the night stand. It was three twenty-three but she already knew she was going for the full five hours. She stepped out of her shoes and, having slightly gained composure again, along with the belief that her voice wouldn’t shake too much, addressed Scarlet, “As stunning as that dress looks on you, I think it’s time to take it off.”

  “At your service, madam.” Scarlet presented her back to Olivia so she could zip her out of the gown. Her skin was so smooth and evenly bronzed that Olivia suspected Scarlet of coming from another galaxy, or at least another, more sun-kissed area than northern Europe. Scarlet’s ruby dress was now a silk puddle on the hotel room carpet. The only fabric left on her skin was a wine-coloured pair of panties. What a profession, Olivia thought, it doesn’t even require wearing a bra.

  Scarlet faced Olivia in her almost naked glory and flipped open the button of her jeans. Once they had dropped to the floor as well, forming another mountain of discarded clothing, Scarlet backed onto the bed, her eyes never leaving Olivia’s face. Olivia crawled towards her on all fours, to that promising soft-skinned body that was all hers for the next hours, and looked forward to straddling Scarlet, but, as soon as she approached, Scarlet grabbed her by the wrists and made her lose balance. Scarlet tipped Olivia over and held her arms above her head with one hand, her long fingers pressing firmly into the delicate skin of Olivia’s wrists.

  “Don’t move,” Scarlet said while peering deep into Olivia’s eyes. She reached for her bag which stood next to the bed and produced a red silk scarf. “Okay?” Scarlet asked and Olivia wouldn’t dream of declining the offer of being tied up. Scarlet’s breasts, which Olivia was more than ready to devour, swayed up and down while she tightened the scarf around Olivia’s hands and tied her to the bed. “This is why I like the George V,” she said, “the furniture is very functional.”

  Scarlet kissed Olivia again and this time, with Scarlet’s naked body pressed firmly against hers, Olivia could feel the heat between her legs. The sensation of not being able to use her hands while Scarlet’s roamed so freely and without inhibitions over her body only added to the storm brewing in her core. This afternoon of hired help wasn’t a question of coming anymore, the real question was how many times it would occur.

  Scarlet’s fingers stroked her nipples through the lace of her bra until, at last, she lowered the left cup and let one breast, and one extremely erect nipple, break free. As if the nipple wasn’t allowed to be exposed to the outside air, Scarlet covered it immediately with her mouth, licking and nibbling it softly until, Olivia feared, it might explode. Olivia’s thong was soaked by now and she could feel the wetness trickle down between her legs. Scarlet aimed her attention at the other nipple, gently setting it free from the bra and tonguing it until it felt as if it could pierce more than just air.

  Olivia was ready to beg Scarlet to fuck her, or at least make her remove the drenched underwear that clung to her. Scarlet’s knee caused friction on her pelvis and Olivia impatiently pushed herself up to increase it, but Scarlet made her wait for it. She trailed a slow line of wet kisses around Olivia’s belly-button and then, finally, after what seemed like ages but had, in real time, only been a few minutes, she buried the tip of her tongue underneath the waistband of Olivia’s thong.

  “Take it off,” Olivia pleaded, but all Scarlet did was shoot her a sexy lipstick-smudged smile. She planted moist kiss after moist kiss on Olivia’s inner thighs, each one nearing a bit closer to where it mattered. The first touch of Scarlet’s mouth on her lower lips, on top of the thong, sent a jolt of electricity through Olivia’s body. All her nerves bunched together and screamed for release. Usually, Olivia was a big fan of foreplay, dragging it out for hours on lazy weekend afternoons, but the circumstances of this particular Sunday afternoon made this short time of foreplay feel more like an endurance battle. Scarlet let one finger slip under the fabric of Olivia’s panties.

  “Someone’s excited,” Scarlet said and fixed her dark-brown eyes with unmistakable passion on Olivia’s. She retracted her finger and brought it to her half-open mouth, rubbing it against the tip of her tongue.

  “Fuck me now, please.” Olivia couldn’t help herself anymore. She gripped her hands firmly around the copper bar of the bed they were tied to and imagined her knuckles going white with frustration. Scarlet ripped her panties off, locked eyes with Olivia one more time, and finally licked the outer lips of her pussy up and down. Olivia let out a loud sigh of relief and the hints of ecstasy coating her voice caused more synapses to short-circuit. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been this fired up, this ready to blow, like a purely physical creature that didn’t care about anything else but the looming climax.

  Scarlet dug her tongue deep into the folds of Olivia’s pussy, avoiding any clit contact. She probed in and out and licked the juices that were flowing freely while one hand stroked the sensitive area beneath Olivia’s belly-button and the other spread her lips wide with two fingers. After a few more minutes of exquisitely excruciating bliss Scarlet let her tongue wander to Olivia’s clit, gently pricking it at first with short licks, but soon lapping and sucking at it until Olivia hit the verge. As if she sensed it, Scarlet withdrew and re-positioned. Olivia felt Scarlet’s fingers at the rim of her pussy, ready to enter. The first stroke was tentative, just one finger testing the terrain. The next one was more forceful and deeper until Scarlet was fucking her with two fingers in a steady rhythm. Each thrust coaxed a louder, more animal-like groan from Olivia’s throat. When Scarlet flicked her tongue over her clit a few more times Olivia felt it building inside of her, that unique blend of heat and fireworks spreading through her muscles and blood, through every fibre of her body. It began with small waves and miniature muscle contractions, which soon convulsed through her body and made the walls of her pussy clench around Scarlet’s fingers, as if she wanted to keep them there forever.

  “God almighty,” Olivia murmured as Scarlet carefully slid her fingers out of her.

  “Round one,” Scarlet said. “That’s the warm-up done.”

  Olivia rubbed her wrists while trying to catch her breath. Scarlet washed her hands in the bathroom and Olivia, who felt like a cigarette but had opted for a non-smoking room, checked the minibar for champagne. She found a bottle of Veuve Cliquot, opened it and poured two glasses. When Scarlet emerged from the bathroom, still wearing her burgundy panties, she handed her the drink and fel
t like breaking out into a sentimental toast.

  “Thank you,” she said instead and clinked her glass against Scarlet’s.

  “Don’t thank me yet.” She pointed at the clock. “The afternoon is young and full of promise.”

  “I’d like to—,” Olivia hesitated and felt the heat rush to her cheeks, “make you come now.”

  “Of course.”

  Olivia was suddenly overcome with a desire to impress Scarlet, this goddess from another world who, with some well-aimed looks and a few scarce touches, had made her more moist than she’d been in the endless dry months after Véronique had left. “What else have you got in that bag?”

  A wicked grin broke across Scarlet’s face. “I thought you’d never ask.” Scarlet reached for the red leather pouch and deposited it on the bed. She dug out a bottle of lube and then produced a glittery blue strap-on. She curled her long fingers around it and presented it to Olivia. “You say you want to make me come.” Her voice seemed to have lowered a few registers. “This should do the trick.” Mischief glistened in her eyes while she ran the tip of her tongue over her lower lip.

  Olivia held out her hand and felt herself go moist between the legs again. “All right. Strap me on.”

  Scarlet took a step closer to Olivia, the blue toy still nestled between her fingers. “If you want me to come,” she whispered in a low growly voice, “you’ll let me fuck you with this.” Scarlet ran the head of the dildo along the crevice between Olivia’s breasts. “I promise you won’t regret it.” The grin on Scarlet’s face was sly but determined. A quick gasp escaped Olivia’s lungs. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d been fucked like that, let alone with something the size and girth of the silicone toy Scarlet cradled between her fingers. “Take position.” Scarlet’s lips dampened Olivia’s earlobe.

  Olivia let herself fall back onto the bed and watched Scarlet slip into the harness. The black strings of fabric stretched across her buttocks, forcing the fleshy part of them to point upwards. Olivia couldn’t wait to dig her nails into them and leave her mark on Scarlet’s taut skin. With the dildo now firmly secured, Scarlet walked one more step into Olivia’s direction and stood before her, all packed and ready to go. Olivia swallowed hard and put her hands on Scarlet’s belly. She’d barely touched Scarlet’s skin and she wanted to taste all of it at once. The look in Scarlet’s eyes had shifted from slightly wicked to near-possessed. Her entire body seemed consumed with the desire to fuck now, to fuck Olivia.

  When Scarlet kissed Olivia, hovering on all fours above her, the edge of the dildo lightly bumped between Olivia’s thighs, causing more juices to gush from her. Her muscles seemed to burn with an inextinguishable fire as Olivia let her fingers roam across Scarlet’s flesh. She cupped Scarlet’s breasts, which were tinged with tiny droplets of sweat, and nibbled on her nipples with heart-stopping gusto.

  “I’m ready,” Olivia said and dropped her eyes to Scarlet’s inner thighs where the strap-on awaited with rigid promise.

  “Let’s see.” Scarlet manoeuvred a hand between Olivia’s legs. She buried her fingers in Olivia’s mound of pubic hair and calmly let them trail downwards, careful not to touch Olivia’s clit and set her off too quickly. Olivia was so wet that the first finger Scarlet inserted seemed to vanish inside of her, as if swallowed by a ravenous animal. The next stroke, with two fingers this time, claimed a tiny gasp from Olivia’s mouth. By the time Scarlet was fucking her steadily with three fingers, partly due to the sight of what was dangling between her legs and partly because of the ripples of anticipation it sent through her, Olivia was back on the brink of orgasm. Scarlet, who seemed to have a natural feel for sensing when to retreat, pulled her fingers out and used Olivia’s wetness to lubricate the dildo. She grabbed the bottle of lube and applied it generously until the blue toy glistened with moisture. Scarlet lathered her fingers with more of the fluid and smeared it across Olivia’s pussy lips.

  Olivia felt both ready to receive and explode. She had to catch her breath when the tip touched the edge of her cunt and Scarlet rubbed it along the length of her lips, allowing it to stroke her clit. Scarlet inched the head in slowly, her gaze alternating between Olivia’s eyes and what she was doing a little further down south. Scarlet displayed just the right blend of natural authority and sensuality to set Olivia’s skin on fire and her nerves on edge. Every slow thrust penetrated Olivia a little bit deeper, filling her more and more until the dildo seemed to disappear completely. Fireworks danced in Olivia’s belly and worked their way through her bloodstream until every bit of her tingled. With effortless ease Scarlet pulled out and slid back in until she found a rhythm that almost tipped Olivia over the edge. Scarlet stopped retreating now and slammed the strap-on into the deepest part of Olivia with fast controlled movements.

  “Oh yes,” Olivia moaned, reaching that beside-herself state where inhibitions were useless and resistance futile, that point of no return on the road to a massive climax. “Yes, oh fuck me, yes.”

  Scarlet pinned her brown eyes on Olivia, pure lust leaking from them, not unlike the wetness dripping from Olivia’s lips. Olivia dug her fingers into Scarlet’s back, clinging onto her as if she was afraid to lose her on this crazy ride, afraid she might slip away. Scarlet’s olive-skinned breasts darted back and forth as she pounded the silicone member into Olivia, their nipples occasionally brushing against each other and starting a fresh ripple of desire to rush through Olivia’s blood.

  When Scarlet suddenly pulled out, the emptiness, however short, felt hollow inside of Olivia, like a gaping wound.

  “Sit on me,” Scarlet hissed and Olivia couldn’t comply fast enough. Scarlet lay beneath her, the yellow-brown complexion of her skin dotted with sweat. Olivia lowered herself over the blue rubber cock with reckless abandon. Soon she was bopping up and down, catching glimpses of the triumphant smile on Scarlet’s face. Scarlet held one hand on Olivia’s left breast, her thumb and index finger firmly gripping her nipple. The fingers of her other hand inched closer to Olivia’s clit and every time Olivia bumped down, her clit stroked Scarlet’s outstretched thumb. With every flick of Scarlet’s thumb and every thrust inside of her, the fire in Olivia’s belly intensified. The dildo tore her up in a way that was inescapable and strangely unifying. Tears welled at the back of her throat and a sudden insane happiness ripped through her. Olivia felt disconnected enough from the circumstances of this fuck to enjoy it with no bounds. Her mind was clear and her synapses only geared towards one goal; pleasure.

  When the waves became too strong to resist, Olivia willingly dipped under. She let them take her and carry her all the way.

  “Come on, baby,” Scarlet muttered, lost in the action as well. Her words seemed to catch Olivia by the throat as she buckled down for the final push and let the length of the toy consume her. Scarlet’s thumb rubbed furiously over her clit, which was so sensitive and swollen that the increased contact coaxed a loud groan from deep inside of Olivia.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” Olivia screamed as she came over the dildo, a million stars exploding in her head. She came all over Scarlet’s hand and filled it with wave after wave of juice. The heat spread through her body, seizing her and finally, seemingly paralysing her for an instant. All energy drained from her muscles and she collapsed on the bed.

  Scarlet slid out of the harness elegantly and poured her hot body over Olivia’s limbs—like a lover would. She kissed Olivia’s forehead gently, one tiny peck next to the other until her lips twinkled with Olivia’s sweat. She took Olivia’s hand and guided it between her legs. She’d finally taken off her panties and the brash wetness of her pussy filled Olivia with renewed energy.

  “I’m wet for you, baby,” Scarlet said and Olivia was more than happy to oblige. The sight of Scarlet, totally naked for the first time under her gaze and at her mercy caused her own pussy to tingle again. Some time for recovery was needed though and how better to spend it than with her head between the legs of this gorgeous woman.

  Olivia star
ted by kissing Scarlet’s cheekbones, followed by an intense stare into her wild eyes, and ended with a tender kiss on her lips. Their tongues intertwined and darted in and out of each others’ mouth. It was almost innocent, Olivia thought, but she didn’t have time to dwell on such musings. Scarlet squirmed beneath her, her soft skin covered with an oily layer of sweat and slithering against hers. She wanted it—needed it, by the look of things—and Olivia allowed herself to enjoy the tinge of power Scarlet’s naked desire awoke in her.

  Olivia took her time savouring Scarlet’s nipples, coating them in saliva and spreading it out with her tongue until the tiny brown buds pierced hard against her lips. Scarlet’s hands were in her hair, on her neck and in her mouth, they were everywhere, until they had nothing to hold on to anymore, except for a stray strand of hair, and Olivia buried her head between Scarlet’s legs. The smell of silicone and pure lust rising from Scarlet sent a fresh pang of desire up Olivia’s spine, she inhaled it deeply and let the earlier memory of the strap-on wash over her. Olivia wanted to drag it out and make Scarlet wait for it, but they were both well beyond patience now. She dipped the tip of her tongue between Scarlet’s lips and licked all the way up, encircling her clit with one swift flick.

  “Aah,” Scarlet moaned. “Fuck me, please fuck me, baby.” Any restraint Olivia usually prided herself on practising went out of the window, as if anything Scarlet told her was a command.

  Olivia sucked Scarlet’s clit between her lips and let her tongue swirl over it in her mouth. She slid to her knees and, without letting her tongue lose touch, found a new balance. Slowly, inch by inch, she pushed one finger inside the heat of Scarlet’s pussy. Olivia wanted to keep on licking her simultaneously but the urge to see Scarlet’s face while she slowly started fucking her was too big. She lifted her head and found Scarlet’s eyes. An ecstatic expression had taken hold of her face while her eyes pleaded for more fingers. Olivia explored the inside of Scarlet while gazing into her eyes and soon felt the wetness dripping down her thighs again. She added a finger and spread them apart inside Scarlet, coaxing a low approving growl from her throat.