The moment her fingers find my clit, webothmoan. She circles it slowly, then dips two fingers down to my entrance, switching to stroke me with her thumb.
“Dripping already,” she murmurs, holding my gaze as she pulls her fingers free to slip them into her mouth. “And downrightdelicious.Like cherry pie.”
“Oh, god,” I groan, untying the robe before tugging at the waistband of her leggings. “Off. I need you to sit on my face.”
Olivia sucks in a sharp breath and then bursts into shocked laughter, her features lighting up with delight. “I think I might love a demanding Arya.”
Giving her a simmering grin, I scoot down on the couch so that I'm flat against the cushions. “I was nervous at first, but… you've made it easy to be confident.”
“Never be afraid to tell me what you like.” She stands to undress, and my clit throbs when I realize that she’s gone commando. The sight of her thick thighs has me sliding my fingers between my legs to relieve some pressure.
When she puts a knee on the couch next to my head, she pauses with an uncertain frown. “I don't usually shave. I like to keep myself trimmed, but if that's an issue—”
“Get over here,” I tell her, hooking my palm under her knee to yank her into position. Her entire pussy plants right onto my nose, leaving me giggling while she scrabbles for support.
“Goodness,” she huffs, the sound transforming into a moan when my tongue finds her clit.
“You taste good,” I whisper, lapping at her silky skin. “And smell good. God, you're so soft.”
Leaning back slightly, she reaches behind herself to play with me as she rolls her hips over my mouth. “Can I ride your tongue?”
Oh. Fuck yes.
I grab onto her waist with a breathy confirmation and stick out my tongue as far as it can go. Olivia takes control, one hand in my hair, and the other on my pussy. She rolls her hips, grinding over my face. The damp heat of her arousal bursts over my tongue and drips down my chin while she works me with expert rhythm.
Moans and whimpers fill the space, all of my senses tuned in to the woman on top of me. Scent, taste, sound, right down to the desperate way she calls out my name has my orgasm slamming into me without warning.
I come with a cry, my grip tightening on her waist.
“Oh, god, Arya,” she cries out, thighs squeezing my face. “Sweet girl, I'm coming.”
I lick her through the release, still coming down from my own aftershocks as she continues to softly caress my over-sensitive clit.
When Olivia finally finishes, her legs release their death-grip on my head. Cool air hits my heated skin as she moves off me, and I don't realize that I've closed my eyes until I feel her palms against my cheeks. “Are you alright?”
My lids fly open to find her worried gaze on me, brows slightly pinched. A dopey grin spreads on my lips. “Holy fuck. That was fun, can we do it again?”
A sigh of relief leaves her throat before she kisses me, licking her taste off my tongue. “I thought maybe I'd hurt you.”
“Liv, babe. If that’s how I die, then I’ll go a happy woman.”
Her laugh vibrates against my mouth. She settles her body on top of mine, and it feels unbelievably calming—like a weighted blanket.
I wrap my arms around her tightly. “Seriously, I could lie here all night and let you ride my face.”
“I mean, we could take turns,” she suggests, fingers moving down to tweak one of my nipples. “And Idohave a bed, you know. If you'd like to share it with me, you could. For however long you'd like.”
Pulling back, I let my head fall to the cushions as I study the warm look on her features. There's a sort of vulnerability in her gaze that tugs at my heart, like she's nervous even to suggest such a thing.
Honestly, I didn't move here for something serious. I wanted to reinvent myself and find out who I could be on my own, without the ghosts of the past haunting me.
But with Olivia on top of me now, staring at me with so much hope and empowerment, I find that I wantto reinvent myself withher.I want to find out who I could be with this beautiful woman at my side, to let her gentle words and soft touch teach me how to love someone therightway.
Lifting my hand to her cheek, I let my thumb brush over her lips. “I think I'd like that,” I murmur.
Relief washes over her features as she steals another kiss. “I’d like that too.”
She settles against me once more, our bodies fitting together like a glove. I tuck my face into her neck and inhale deeply, listening to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat beneath my ear.
