Olivia's Awakening

by Ronica Black

  Olivia sat perched on the edge of the couch, staring down at Eve as she breathed upon her skin, each teasing breath causing a flamethrower to go off inside her.

  She trembled helplessly, trying to control her movements as Eve planted soft kisses on her inner thighs.

  “It’s going to feel good,” she said. “Really amazingly fucking good. I’m telling you because I don’t want you try to control yourself. Do what you did before. Just let everything go, and feel.”

  Olivia nodded and swallowed against a dry throat.

  Eve gave her inner thighs another round of kisses.

  “You’re going to like it, love. But not nearly as much as I am.”

  She licked and teased where she’d just kissed. When she finished one leg, she did the other, and then rested them on her shoulders, cinching Olivia closer to her, opening her farther. She took hold of Olivia’s hand and placed it on the back of her head. Olivia instantly knew why when Eve finally lowered herself and breathed upon her aching flesh for a few torturous seconds before she snuck out her tongue for a taste. The sensation of both arched Olivia’s back, and suddenly, she was digging her fingers into Eve’s hair.

  “Eve. I—Oh, God.”

  Olivia watched like a lustful, starving being as Eve tantalized with her teasing tongue and then pushed farther in, fully attacking with it.

  “Oh, my dear sweet God,” Olivia hissed and fell back to stare up into the ceiling. She felt Eve continuing, licking and swirling, saturating Olivia’s flesh with wet, heated pressure. The pleasure it elicited was heavy, like a thick flowing lava, Eve’s tongue working some kind of inexplicable magic. But she didn’t care that she couldn’t fathom it. She just knew it was good. Great. Fucking insane. She was looking down at Eve and crying out with cuss words one second and then the next, gaping up at the ceiling, praising God almighty the next.

  And just when she thought the pleasure couldn’t get any greater, Eve tugged her even closer and fastened herself to her, moaning with obvious delight as she kissed her flesh just like she’d done her mouth. Olivia nearly screamed as more pleasure racked her body and she knotted her hands in Eve’s hair, desperate to tug her away because it was too much, and desperate to hold her tightly in place because it was so damn good. It was so incredible, that it began to take over her body. Her hips began to move, urging her flesh into Eve’s mouth in a hungry rhythm.

  “Oh, fuck, Eve. Oh, my God. Oh, dear God, yes.” She held fast to Eve and circled her hips unabashedly. The sight and feel of Eve’s head bobbing between her legs added to her growing ecstasy, along with her own purposeful gyrations into her. Layer upon layer, the pleasure mounted and Olivia became keenly aware of what she was doing.

  She was fucking Eve’s face.

  And she was loving it.

  Eve groaned her approval as if she knew of Olivia’s revelation. Knowing Eve was loving it too made Olivia move faster. Soon she was pulling Eve away, teasing her, as this new, naughty feeling took charge. Eve looked up at her with questions in her eyes the first time, and then thereafter, she only laughed and tried desperately to return to her flesh as Olivia tried to hold her back. It was an erotic battle between them, one they both seemed to thoroughly enjoy.

  They continued to dance in perfect rhythm, Olivia fucking and Eve feeding, until Olivia was damp with sweat and so ready to burst, she worried she might actually hurt Eve when she came.

  “Eve,” Olivia breathed.

  “Yes, love?” Sweat moistened her face. Her lipstick had long ago smeared, and Olivia could see her own excitement around her mouth. Olivia cupped her jaw, beyond moved at the sight of her.

  “Tell me,” Eve said, reaching back to bring Olivia’s hand to her mouth. She kissed her inner wrist.

  Olivia’s legs shook.

  “I’m going to come,” she said.

  Eve grinned. “That is the plan, you know.”

  “I’m going to come hard, Eve. Really hard. I can feel it and I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t,” she said. “You can’t. Not while you’re coming. Because even if you did manage to do something that was painful, I know I wouldn’t feel a fucking thing. I’ll be too caught up in you. So, relax and go crazy. Lose control. I want you to.”

  She kissed her wrist once more and then kissed her way back up her thigh.

  Olivia tangled her hand in her hair and hissed once again as the sensation of Eve’s hot mouth against her flesh shot through her. She moved her hips as Eve moved her tongue, and they quickly fell back into their beautiful dance. Pleasure reignited and soared up to its previous level in seconds.

  Eve moaned and sucked Olivia into her mouth.

  Olivia began to jerk as Eve thrusted and circled her tongue against her flesh. She tried to pull Eve away, but she fought her harder now and she kept sucking, literally tugging on her.

  “Eve—I—”

  Olivia grit her teeth, the pleasure far too intense, her flesh far too sensitive. But Eve didn’t stop. She kept on with her maddening assault, and Olivia squirmed and pleaded and pulled at her hair. But still, Eve kept going.

  Olivia couldn’t take it. Her head was going to explode and her heart was going to implode. Her body jerked wildly and then, to her shock and amazement, a wave of pleasure burned from her flesh all the way out to the tips of her fingers. Burned so damn good.

  “Oh, God—Oh fuck—Oh, Eve.”

  Her hips started moving and her body bucking, and she was fucking Eve all over again. The pleasure mounted along with that naughty feeling, and Olivia massaged Eve’s head, encouraging her along.

  “Oh God, Jesus. Eve. Fucking give it to me. Make me come again. I want it. I want it so bad. Yes, that’s it. Oh my God, oh my God, Eve, baby you’re making me come.”

  She dug her nails into Eve’s scalp, forced herself into her face and grunted and groaned and spasmed as she was rocked with orgasm. Her body was gone, just completely gone from her grasp, totally free from any control she’d still kidded herself in having. She writhed and then shuddered. An endless stream of animalistic cries came from her. Her voice caved before she finished, leaving her pulsing with a silent, open mouth. Her climax was so long and so intense, she was just about convinced it would never end when, finally, the last glowing ember floated away, leaving her desperate for breath and looking down at Eve.

  She tugged on her head and Eve left her flesh with an audible smack.

  “Hi,” Eve said, grinning up at her.

  Olivia shook her head. “What did you just do to me?”

  “What I wanted to.”

  Olivia couldn’t help but laugh.

  “Do you always do what you want?”

  “Mm, you were a bit of a toss-up. I actually doubted that I’d ever be able to do what I wanted to you.”

  “Well, now that you’ve done what you wanted, what’s next?”

  “Oh, who says I’m done?”

  “What? You can’t be serious.”

  She straightened and held Olivia’s face. She was close enough to kiss her. “I’m deadly serious.”

  “Eve, I can’t possibly take any more. Not now, not tonight. What you’ve done to me, my God. You have seriously just upended my entire world.”

  Eve touched Olivia’s lips with her finger. “You can take more. Yes, even tonight. I’ll take you to your bed and show you. And then, you’ll take even more. Because we have so much more than just tonight.”

  Olivia stared at her, completely bewildered. Everything felt so surreal, including Eve herself.

  “Where did you come from, Eve Monroe? Who are you? You can’t be real.”

  Eve stroked her face.

  “I am, love. I’m very real. And I’m the one who wants to continue to upend your world.”

  Chapter Twenty-five

  Eve stood in the middle of the park, enjoying the feel of the midafternoon sun. She widened her stance and bent forward, placing her palms on the warm grass.

  She stayed in that position, relishing the stretch and
the heat from the sun. She exhaled long and slow and closed her eyes. This particular park was a new location for her. She’d chosen it because it was closer to Olivia’s home and she’d wanted to make things a little more convenient for her since she usually had to drive farther than Eve to their workout locations.

  She opened her eyes and straightened to rest her hands on her thighs.

  It was Monday and she’d left Olivia on Saturday morning, after making love to her nearly all night long. Once they’d connected with that first kiss, Eve had been hopeless. She just couldn’t have stopped. And leaving her on Saturday, while she slept like an angel, her beautifully nude body tangled in her sheets, had been more difficult than she’d expected.

  Just thinking about her and their steamy encounter was getting her hot, which combined with the heat of the day, was suddenly too much to bear. She crossed to the shade of a nearby tree and sipped some water.

  “Hi.” A hand pressed into Eve’s back and Olivia came to stand before her.

  “Hi.” Eve was breathless though she had yet to exercise. The effect of Olivia’s presence was immediate, and it quickly progressed as Eve scanned her body and recalled how her curves had felt beneath her fingertips, with their gentle dips and smooth inclines. Even in a gray T-shirt with a maroon Sun Devil trident and dark mesh shorts, she was stunning.

  Olivia looked like she was trying to read Eve’s thoughts, studying her closely, seemingly oblivious to her hair whipping across her face in the warm breeze. She must have finally deciphered her thoughts, because she glanced away like she was embarrassed.

  Eve sensed that old familiar shyness was back.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing. I—”

  “I know something’s bothering you.” She touched her arms. “Tell me, please.”

  Olivia shrugged, with her arms extended, palms to the sky. “I don’t know, okay? I mean, I know I should be happy, but then I think about now and our professional relationship and what comes next and—”

  Eve gently squeezed her arms.

  “Everything is okay. Come sit and talk with me.” Eve led her to the base of the tree, and they sat with their backs against the large trunk. “What do you want to have happen next?”

  Olivia squinted from the brightness of the sun, despite being in the shade. She drew her knees up and hugged them.

  “I want to be with you. To spend more time together. And I want Friday night all over again.”

  Eve felt her heart lift and she smiled, able to tell that the confession hadn’t been easy for her.

  “You got me. What else?”

  She seemed surprised at how quickly she’d accepted and concurred with her wishes, and she hesitated a little before she shared her next concern.

  “Well, what about our workouts? I don’t want to stop, and I don’t want to work with anyone else.”

  “I will no longer charge you and you will no longer be a client.”

  “But—”

  Eve held up a hand. “That doesn’t mean we can’t still work out together. I can still share with you all that I know. Things just won’t be as regimented.”

  Olivia still didn’t return her smile. Something was still bothering her.

  “Spill it,” Eve said. “It’s all over your face.”

  “I’m just wondering how we’re going to get any work done when we feel like we do about each other.”

  “Oh, I see. Well, that’s an issue that’s been on my mind too. How am I going to be able to control myself around Olivia? Hm. I’ve thought long and hard about it and, I gotta tell ya, I got nothing.”

  “Nothing?”

  “Nope. Nada.”

  “Great.”

  “Now that I’m here with you, though, I’ve come to the realization that we should probably work out somewhere where there are a lot of people around.”

  “Like here,” Olivia said. “That makes sense.”

  Eve grinned and picked at the grass. “Only, there aren’t any people here at the moment.”

  Olivia grew quiet. Her cheeks tinged with color.

  “People could come though at any moment,” Olivia said, obviously trying to keep the building desire between them carefully reigned. But even as she said the words, she was staring at Eve’s mouth like she was captivated.

  Try as she might, Olivia couldn’t hide what she wanted.

  Not from Eve.

  “I’m not thinking about people coming. I’m thinking about you coming.”

  The color in her cheeks deepened.

  “I can’t see that hunger in you right now, Eve. It’ll make me want it again. It’ll make me want you again. God, I already do.” She rubbed her forehead.

  Eve touched her chin and turned her face toward her own.

  “What’s wrong with that?”

  She looked at Eve like she’d lost her mind.

  “We’re in a park. In the middle of a park!”

  “There’s no one around,” she said. “Not anywhere. We’re at the far edge of a small neighborhood. No houses are facing us. The street in front of us leads to a dead end so no one probably uses it. And we’re under the dark shade of a tree. We won’t be easy to see.”

  “Are you really trying to convince me to get it on with you in public?”

  “We’re allowed to kiss, Olivia. To make out. Even pet a little. You know that, right?”

  “I’m just not exactly in a good frame of mind. My mother called today. You don’t understand how she is.”

  “You can try and tell me,” Eve said softly.

  “She has this way of making me feel judged and ridiculed without having to say very much at all. She’ll ask me how I am and what I’ve been up to, and I’ll tell her, and instead of saying that’s great or whatever, she just sits there in silence. And if I try to get her to say something, she gets critical and lets me know, in no uncertain terms, that she disapproves.”

  “And her disapproval bothers you.”

  Olivia didn’t have to answer. Eve knew.

  “I know she makes you feel like you’re still under her control, but you’re not. You’re a grown woman. A woman who’s not only kind and beautiful, but intelligent and insightful and caring. And if that alone doesn’t make her happy as a mother, well, I’m not sure anything ever will.”

  “Thank you. That was—I’ve never heard anyone say something like that about me before.”

  “No need to thank me. Just please believe it. And as for your mother and pleasing her, it’s probably a lost cause. And it’s not something you need to try to do.”

  “I think I’m coming to realize that,” she said. “I tried to tell her about school and how I just finished for the semester and how excited I am and what I’ll be able to do with this degree. And, as usual, she got real quiet. Then she started up again about my divorce and how I was alone now, and I shouldn’t take such risks like student loans when I didn’t have a man to pay them off.”

  “Really?” Eve touched her shoulder. “She’s that archaic in her thinking?”

  “Oh, yes. A woman without a man, well, she’s doomed, isn’t she? My mother can’t imagine a woman in a worse position. And a woman who actually chooses to be in such a position? Well, she’s suspected to be something that usually isn’t even whispered about.”

  “Yikes.”

  Olivia laughed. “Now I’m that woman. I’ve chosen to be alone without a man. And I know what she must be thinking and fearing. She’s just not saying it aloud, probably too damn scared to do so. Afraid I might actually admit it.”

  “If she ever did bring your love life up…what would you do?”

  “I don’t know. A part of me is angry and resentful, but there’s also that part of me that’s still afraid.”

  “You mean of being gay?”

  “Actually, I’m not really afraid to accept that about myself so much now. The time spent with you and the way I’m feeling, and of course, there’s Friday night to consider. Don’t think that wasn’t a huge eye-opener.
What I’m more afraid of is what my family will do if I declare I am. I’m afraid that they’ll cast me out. I hate that I feel this way, but being cast out by my parents is scary to think about even though they drive me crazy.”

  “You love them. That’s understandable.”

  “I love them even though I don’t agree with their beliefs and often times their behavior. So why can’t they love me the same? How can we love so differently?”

  “I don’t know.” Eve touched her cheek, hurting for her and her obvious pain.

  “I worry about my brother, Aaron, too. We’re pretty close, but I don’t know how he will feel about Molly knowing. Will he ask me to hide who I am or maybe bring her around less? Or not let me see her at all? If that happened, I’d be devastated. It would kill me. Without him and Molly I really would be alone in the world.”

  “Oh, Olivia,” Eve said tenderly while delicately brushing away loose strands of hair from her face. “You’re not ever going to be alone.”

  “You don’t know that.”

  “I do. You’re way too special. You will always have people wanting to be in your life. People who really care about you and love you for who you really are.”

  “I wish I could believe you.”

  “You’ll get there,” Eve said. “Things will eventually settle.”

  They stared into one another, and Eve ran her thumb over her bottom lip and felt her quiver. The reaction, just as all her previous ones had done, turned Eve on, despite the sadness she’d just seen in her seconds before.

  “Eve, we can’t,” Olivia said. But the adamancy to her words had vanished.

  “Oh, yes, love, we can. Just a little.”

  “I don’t feel like what we’re doing is wrong. I don’t. Nothing with you ever feels wrong. But other people…”

  “I know.”

  What she’d just told her about her mother and her parents in general, made it evident that she had a ways yet to go as far as freeing herself from caring about what people thought.

  “But I’m here with you and I’m not afraid. I think that’s one of the reasons you’re drawn to me. The fact that I’m not afraid and I don’t care what people think.”