Hooked on You

by Jenn Matthews

  Breathing out a very quiet moan, Anna held Ollie against her as she kissed down her neck, her lips teasing the skin at the hollow of her throat. She tugged Ollie back up, then threaded her fingers into her hair and pulled her back to her lips.

  As they kissed, Ollie slid her hand up to cup her breast through her bra. Anna moaned a little more loudly when Ollie’s fingers touched through the satin, found her nipple and caressed it. Her chest rose and fell, her lips parted in a smile.

  She does want me. Ollie’s nerve endings were on fire. She really does want me.

  Anna felt like she was being worshipped, the way Ollie was touching her, kissing her, so slowly and so tenderly. Ollie’s fingers against her suddenly hard nipple sent jolts of pleasure straight between her legs. New pleasure erupted as Ollie’s hand moved to the other side, her fingertips trailing over her other breast as well.

  Her fingers curled into Ollie’s tunic. “Come on,” she said, and Ollie sat up straight. Anna looked down at her own open shirt and flushed chest. “Now, it’s only fair, isn’t it?”

  After shuffling so she could pull the tunic above both her hips, Ollie slipped it over her head. Anna took in the grey leggings and black bra. Look at her. I’d never be able to wear leggings with no top to cover them. They’d cut into my squishy belly. She pulled a couple of the cushions into place to cocoon them.

  Ollie sat with her bad leg stretched out, the other bent in front of her. She reached for Anna, pushing the blouse from her shoulders and allowing it to drop. The sound of the credits rolling made them both stop and turn to look at the television. Ollie grabbed the remote controls from the floor and switched both television and DVD player off.

  “You okay?” she asked, touching Anna’s cheek.

  Anna nodded and slipped her hands around Ollie’s bare waist. “You?”

  “Yep.”

  She looks so happy. Anna shifted up close to Ollie and sat in the little space provided by her encircling leg. They were face-to-face.

  Ollie reached down to smooth Anna’s thigh and tugged it upwards over her hip. Anna’s foot sank into the throw behind Ollie. She took in their position, one leg each around the other’s waist and sitting close together amid all the throws and cushions. This is so lovely, and so intimate.

  “You let me know, okay?” Anna shifted into a less awkward position, and Ollie’s waist was warm on the inside of her thigh. “If at any point you want to move to more comfortable quarters.”

  “Roger that.” Ollie’s gaze flicked across Anna’s exposed skin. She gathered the throws around their waists, covering their legs, and then bent down again to kiss her neck.

  Anna looped her arms around Ollie’s shoulders and sighed. As Ollie’s lips trailed downwards, Anna felt her hands at her back, fumbling a little, before she felt something give and her bra fell away. “Done this before, Williams?”

  Ollie gave a quick kiss to the slope of one breast. “Not for a long time.”

  “Still, more practice than me.” Anna looked away.

  Ollie reached behind herself, unhooked her own bra, and allowed Anna to pull it off. Anna threw her own bra across the room. They both watched it go, sniggering.

  Anna allowed her gaze to trail over Ollie’s torso. She looked at her small breasts, the nipples standing out despite the warmth from the fire. She let out a breath and then framed Ollie’s face with her hands before drawing them down over her neck, her shoulders, her collarbones, and then down to her breasts.

  Beautiful. Anna cupped Ollie’s breasts, smoothed her palms against them, the hard peaks of her nipples catching a bit against her skin. At the contact, Ollie inhaled deeply. Anna smiled up at her and did it again, delighting in the soft gasp it caused.

  They kissed again. Ollie moved her hands up from where they rested on Anna’s hips and moved them to the underside of Anna’s breasts, lifting them. It made Anna shiver. She moved closer still and kicked her slippers off and away under the blankets. The throws she kept in place around their hips. She then wrapped her leg more snugly around Ollie’s waist. They resumed kissing, Anna’s hands hungrily against Ollie’s skin.

  She pulled back to check that Ollie was okay and found her eyes dark, her pupils wide. Encouraged, she dropped her lips to Ollie’s shoulder and sucked a kiss to her skin. She trailed more kisses downwards until Ollie was shifting around. Anna’s lips encircled her nipple. Wow. She tastes good and feels even better.

  Anna sucked gently, then flicked her tongue against the very tip. In response, Ollie put a palm on the floor behind herself, as if she couldn’t trust her own balance under Anna’s quiet ministrations. She arched her back. After a moment’s thought, Anna slipped her hands around to tickle against the small of Ollie’s back and help her remain sitting upright. She then got down to touching Ollie once more. Anna lapped at her nipple with strong but slow sweeps of her tongue until the bud was pink and swollen. Then she moved to the other side, leaving a tender kiss between Ollie’s breasts on the way. The other nipple received the same attention. She splayed her hands against Ollie’s back, took some of her weight, and dipped her fingertips below the waistband of her leggings.

  A sudden urge to feel Ollie against her swept through Anna’s body. She sat up, pressed as much of their fronts together as she could, and kissed Ollie’s parted lips. She feels amazing.

  As for Ollie, she moaned quietly against the kiss, her arms wrapping Anna up in an embrace and her palms leaving hot trails against Anna’s naked skin.

  I want her hands on me. I want it so much.

  She shifted backwards out of Ollie’s arms, and Ollie looked as if someone had died. Anna smiled and touched her cheek. “Just think we’re wearing far too many clothes.”

  The frown on Ollie’s face soon turned into a smile. “Are you sure?” Her voice was a whisper.

  Anna hooked her fingers into the top of those soft leggings. She pulled them down to Ollie’s knees along with her briefs.

  Ollie raised an eyebrow.

  “Definitely sure,” Anna answered. She pulled Ollie’s leggings and underwear completely off and then stood to remove her own trousers and knickers. Kneeling down in front of her again, she noticed Ollie had wrapped one of the crocheted throws around her waist, covering her legs. The look of apology in Ollie’s eyes made it clear she knew Anna had noticed.

  If she needs to hide her injured leg for a while, that’s okay with me. It must be weird having it on display. She sat back down and traced the line of Ollie’s jaw as she smiled at her. “You’re beautiful,” she said, taking in again the way Ollie’s eyes were so dark. I did that.

  “You’re the gorgeous one,” Ollie replied, smoothing her hands around Anna’s waist, just sitting and holding her, smiling as they looked into one another’s eyes. “I’m all…broken and imperfect and…”

  “Oh be quiet.” Anna pressed a kiss against Ollie’s temple. “I think you’re perfect.”

  “I’m covered in scars and metalwork,” Ollie said quietly, clearly taking in the newly exposed parts of Anna’s body. “I’m broken and battered and…”

  “I don’t care,” Anna said, her thumb brushing Ollie’s cheekbone. They both blushed. Anna’s heart had been racing, but now she felt calmer and more grounded. A heavy feeling had settled between her legs, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. “I’m covered in stretch marks from Beth, and look…” She pulled down her shoulder to show Ollie her upper back, where small, thin white lines decorated the skin of her shoulders. “When Timothy first moved in, he was so anxious. Sometimes I had to hold him close to stop him hurting himself. He scratched me when I did that, didn’t like being touched.”

  Ollie trailed a fingertip over one particularly deep scar and then leant down to kiss it.

  Anna shivered and lifted her head to look at Ollie.

  “I suppose nobody’s perfect,” Ollie said.

  Anna nodded slowly, the smile slipp
ing back onto her face. “Would you…” she asked, her eyes lowering to the throw over Ollie’s legs, “…let me see you?” Anna rolled her eyes. “In all your glory?”

  Ollie nodded.

  The look in her eyes was so trusting, it made Anna’s heart swell.

  A couple of cushions got pushed to the side of their little nest that was furthest from the sofa. Ollie lay back on them, her knees tenting the blankets. Firstly sinking down onto her side next to Ollie, Anna pressed her lips to Ollie’s and then her cheek. Then she pulled back and took Ollie’s hand from where it clutched the blanket.

  Ollie took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

  Pulling back the blankets inch by inch, Anna exposed Ollie’s hips and legs. She could see Ollie’s stomach muscles twitching, and she laid her palm over her navel. Their gazes locked, and Ollie sighed, her stomach going soft under Anna’s hand. Anna shifted down a little, left a chaste kiss next to her hand and then pulled the blankets completely off her.

  Ollie’s knee, the bad one, the one closest to her, was mottled with scar tissue. The lines reminded Anna of the underground in London, some angular, some jagged. The flesh between was bumpy and disfigured. Anna studied her knee carefully before smoothing her palm warmly over it. It’s not disgusting. I was so worried about that. She left a kiss against the white lines and swept her hand down Ollie’s shin, to her ankle and then back up.

  She gave Ollie’s other leg the same attention. She tried to convey with her caresses that she wasn’t bothered about the scars or Ollie’s limp, or her inability to run. She wanted to show Ollie she could imagine and understand how hard it must be for her to expose this part of herself, when the place she had come from had known her as nothing but strong and indestructible.

  With her cheek resting gently against Ollie’s scarred knee, Anna smiled up at her where she had nestled back in the cushions.

  The smile Ollie returned was still shy. “Told you,” Ollie said, touching the lines by Anna’s mouth with her thumb. “Bit of a mess.”

  “I still think you’re beautiful,” Anna whispered like it was a secret only the two of them knew.

  Something passed between them, an understanding and a peace.

  Anna’s gaze lowered. She looked further up from Ollie’s knee, at her thighs, the muscles of the right slightly less defined than the left. If I hadn’t known she’d been injured, I would never have noticed the difference. Her thighs seemed strong, however, and Anna remembered Ollie regularly went swimming. Her lip snuck into her mouth as she tracked the line of Ollie’s thighs to the neat hair between them.

  Not a natural blonde, then. Anna smiled a little more and exhaled deeply. I can’t believe I’m allowed to look. She snuggled her cheek into the side of Ollie’s knee, making sure to be gentle. Her hand trailed idly up the outside of her thigh, fingers curling around Ollie’s hip.

  When she looked back up, she was greeting by Ollie smiling down at her with a raised eyebrow. “Are you done?” she asked, wiggling her feet in the blankets.

  Anna took pity on her and slid up her body to settle down beside her again. “Sorry,” she said, but continued to smile. “Feel free to…you know…take a look.” She indicated with a random gesture down her own body, and Ollie shrugged.

  “Well, I suppose it’s only fair,” she said and hauled herself into a sitting position.

  Anna laughed and settled back into the cushions as Ollie had done, bending one knee up and resting her forearms protectively around her stomach. I’m naked. I barely noticed that happen.

  Ollie’s hand on Anna’s hip was warm, and, in contrast, her thumb swept her skin, causing tiny goose bumps to rise halfway down her leg. Anna shuttered her eyes, wiggling her hips anxiously. Ollie removed her hand and touched Anna’s arms where they lay across her belly. Anna fidgeted some more and pursed her lips.

  “It’s okay,” Ollie said.

  But Anna’s bravado of a minute ago disappeared under Ollie’s focused inspection. Anna bit her lip before dropping her hands down into the blankets. I hate my belly. She shut her eyes tight and turned her head to one side. When she looked back, she found Ollie’s smile and dark eyes looking into her own.

  “I’m all…chubby,” Anna said. “I mean, goodness, look at you, and look at me.”

  With a shake of her head, Ollie traced a finger around her navel. Then Ollie looked further downwards, eyebrows lifting as her gaze settled between Anna’s legs.

  Butterflies swarmed inside Anna’s chest.

  Ollie grinned and flicked her eyebrows up twice.

  The tension inside Anna finally eased as laughter bubbled up and out of her. “Yes, I’m a natural redhead.” Why do people always find that amusing? Anna made a motion down Ollie’s body. “I do not dye my hair. Unlike someone.”

  Ollie chuckled, too, dropped a kiss to Anna’s raised knee, and hugged it to her.

  “Don’t blondes have more fun, though?” Ollie asked.

  Laughter is great for breaking tension, isn’t it? At least my insecurities haven’t spoiled the moment. But she didn’t have time to think more about it because Ollie was pressing kisses down her calf, making her squirm deliciously.

  She giggled. “Okay, that’s enough.” She pulled Ollie back up by the hand. The mood quietened, but their smiles didn’t fade. “Come on, I want to feel you against me.”

  Ollie pouted but shifted back up anyhow. She dropped to one elbow and resumed the position they had adopted while they watched the film, but this time with far fewer clothes.

  They moved close and kissed, hands cupping each other’s cheeks.

  Oh God, we’re actually doing this. The thought made Anna tingle all over, made her deepen the kiss and press her tongue into Ollie’s mouth. Something caught her up in a flood of want, and her fingers trailed down Ollie’s side, tugging at her hip, wanting her on top of her.

  But then Ollie tensed, pulled back, and looked away.

  Hoping to comfort, Anna tickled her knuckles against Ollie’s cheek.

  Tears gathered in Ollie’s eyes. “I can’t.”

  Anna pushed herself quickly to sit up, guided Ollie down onto her back again—nestling her head in a flat pillow—and leant over her. Whichever way works. I want to lie with her against me.

  “All right?”

  “I’m sorry,” Ollie said.

  “Shhh,” Anna replied, a finger going to Ollie’s lips before trailing down her chin, her neck, and the space between her breasts.

  Ollie’s hands smoothed against Anna’s waist. Anna rested on one knee, her elbows on either side of Ollie’s head. She snuck the other knee between Ollie’s legs as she rested her weight against her. “Still all right?”

  Those strong hands pulled her down. They kissed again. The feeling of skin upon skin, of being so close, caused a groan to rumble inside Anna. God, my thigh is right there. Her thigh is right there.

  They kissed for a long time, and Anna’s body warmed up, the space between her legs starting to thrum. Their hands swept backs and sides and cheeks, fingers tangling in hair.

  Shifting slightly, Ollie lifted her good foot to place it on the blanket, her bad leg between Anna’s.

  Oh that’s good.

  Heat touched her hip, combined with a little wetness. Anna pressed her hips down, and Ollie wrapped her leg around Anna’s waist, gasping into Anna’s mouth. Anna felt the throws under her knees, her forearms, all of it a delicious friction that only heightened as they began moving against one another a little, their breaths becoming deeper, faster. Oh goodness, this is amazing. But I’m not sure I want our first time to be like this.

  Ollie gripped her around her back, and Anna’s thigh rubbed between Ollie’s legs. Ollie arched her back and groaned. Was that pain? Anna eased up a little. The flush all down Ollie’s chest and the smile on her face made her relax; however, she didn’t begin moving again.


  A palm smoothed against Anna’s hip before rounding the swell of her backside. The touch was accompanied by Ollie squinting up at her in question. Anna rolled from her, settling down by her side again.

  “Are you okay?” Ollie asked, frowning.

  Anna trailed the back of her fingers up Ollie’s tummy. Goose bumps followed her touch and Ollie stretched back. Anna paused with her hand between Ollie’s breasts. Then she looked up into her eyes. “As wonderful as it was…,” Anna said slowly, her lips pursed. “I want to touch you.” Anna continued to suck her lip. “Is…is that all right?”

  A whoosh of breath left Ollie’s lips. “Of course it is.” She settled back into the cushions while Anna’s fingertips trailed across her skin. Ollie shivered, however, and wrapped her arms around her own shoulders. “I don’t want to hide from you again,” Ollie whispered, prompting Anna to lift her head from Ollie’s shoulder. “But I’m cold.”

  “I’ll get it,” Anna said and pulled one of the throws over them, tucking it around Ollie’s side and under her back.

  Ollie sighed, her arm around Anna’s shoulders and the hand of the other just resting against her hip. Anna’s hand began a meandering journey down her body. “Much better.”

  “Your skin is so soft,” Anna said.

  “So is yours.” Ollie trailed her fingertips against Anna’s shoulder.

  Her thudding heart was almost a distraction as Anna slipped her fingers down, the very tips of them brushing Ollie’s mons. Her hair is softer than mine. She curled her hand between Ollie’s legs and swallowed. What do I like? Surely we can’t be that different?

  Fingers slipped between Ollie’s outer lips but stayed outside her inner ones. Ollie lifted her good foot to rest it on the blankets and dropped her bad knee outwards. Anna kissed her, catching the next moan she created by sliding her fingers downwards and then back up. She was amazed at how wet Ollie was, how warm.