When we finally part, I’m smiling so hard my cheeks hurt. “You are an excellent kisser.”
Olivia chuckles as she trails her lips down to my throat. “I'm quite skilled with my tongue.”
“Oh,” I gasp, parting my legs to make room for her thigh. Only the fluffy fabric of her robe separates us, and I am very much not wearing anything underneath.
My nipples peak from the wet, open-mouthed kisses she places on my neck, growing so sensitive that each flick of her tongue over my heated skin sends a jolt straight down to my clit. Her leg is close enough to feel, but too far for any pressure, which I realize that Idesperatelywant.I want her hands on me, her lips, touching me in more places than just my face and throat.
So, grabbing her wrist, I slowly guide her hand to my chest beneath the robe.
Olivia stills for half a second before lifting her head to search my eyes. I bite my lip and nod, giving her permission, and she slides her palm down, parting the fabric the rest of the way.
When I’m exposed down to my stomach, she releases an approving hum. “You have, quite possibly, the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen.”
The praise lights me up from the inside, but I shrug, feeling a little self-conscious. “Nobody back home believed me when I said they're natural. They all think I'm lying.”
Which they'renot.Big boobies run in my family, thank you very much. And even if they were, why would that be a bad thing? It's my body, and I can do what I want with it.
“You're absolutely stunning,” Olivia continues. “I love the tattoo.”
Glancing down, I watch her run a thumb over the flowers inked above my left tit. “Thank you. It, um, used to say my best friend's name, but I covered it up.”
“Why?”
“Just… didn't want any reminders of home, I guess."
“Well, it's very pretty. Like you.” She lightly pinches one nipple, lowering her mouth to the other. As soon as her teeth graze me, I release a whimper and try to close my legs for some friction, but her thigh prevents it. When she realizes what I'm doing, she chuckles as she scoots her knee up against me. “Is this what you need?”
“Yes,” I moan, rocking my hips.
Olivia hums again, switching her mouth to my other nipple, and I swear I could come just from this alone.
But I don't want to yet.
“Can I… touch you, too?” I ask, uncharacteristically shy. Most of the women I've been with were either quick sessions at college parties or one-night threesomes with my ex. I've never had…thisbefore—something sweet and slow.
She straightens with a warm smile, blue eyes sparkling as she pulls her shirt over her head. “You can do anything you'd like, Arya. You're in control.”
Her bra is a warm, velvet brown against her pale skin. My gaze trails over the freckled swell of her cleavage before widening at the defined muscles of her abs. “Wow,” I breathe, reaching up to run my fingers over them. “I've never been with a woman who had a six-pack before. That's… super hot. Holy muscle mommy, damn.”
Olivia throws her head back to laugh, a delightful sound that makes me giggle. “Work and gym are about the only things I do lately. Since I sit at a desk for sixteen hours a day, I like to make sure I stay in shape.”
“I'll say.” My palms smooth over her stomach, down to her hips and then back up to her chest, where my fingers dip beneath the band of her bra. “Take this off? Please?”
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” A wicked smile plays on her lips as she reaches behind to unclasp the fabric.
When the material falls away, I sit up immediately and nuzzle my face against her dusky nipples. “God, you're so perfect. I almost feel like I'm not worthy of this.”
She smells so good, like pie and cherry ice-cream and salty ocean air.
“Definitely not perfect.” Her fingers thread through my hair. “I'm married to my work and I'm actually quite boring. The photoshoot today is probably the most spontaneous thing I've ever done.”
“Boring's not bad.” I wrap my arms around her waist and rest my chin between her breasts, gazing up at her. “My ex was addicted to adrenaline, I think. He liked dirt bikes and fast cars. There always had to be something going on, and I didn't really knowhowto be boring with him. But I think… I think being boring with you sounds heavenly.”
Olivia's face softens at that, her features growing into something resembling awe. We stare at each other for a long moment, her nails softly scrubbing my scalp while I rub slow circles on her back.
Eventually, she gently guides me down to the couch again, taking my mouth in a searing kiss. “I want to taste you,” she murmurs, her tongue flicking mine in a sensual demonstration. “Can I, sweet girl?”
“Yes,” I whimper, shoving her hand between my legs. “Please.”
