Finding Home

by Jamey Moody

Olivia looked at her with a puzzled look on her face. “What do you mean?”

  “It’s my house and if I want to stay the night I can. Let me show you,” she said with a seductive smile. She took Olivia’s hand leading her down the hall and opened the door to the master suite.

  When Olivia looked inside she couldn’t believe her eyes. The doors were opened to the patio and twinkling lights adorned the porch. She looked around the room and there was a beautiful bed in the exact place she told Frankie she’d put it weeks ago. And on the bed were dozens of rose petals that made the room smell exotic. She looked at Frankie in shock.

  “Do you like it? You’re not saying anything.”

  “I’m speechless. Frankie, this room is gorgeous!” she said, looking all around the room, spinning in a circle.

  “I wanted it to be special like you, but also because this night is special,” she said, knowing Olivia understood completely. “Shall we dance?” she took Olivia’s hand and led her onto the patio. Wrapping her arms around her, she pulled her close.

  They swayed to the music and Olivia leaned back, looking into Frankie’s eyes, “I remember that kiss we shared right here, do you?”

  “I’ve replayed it over and over again for weeks.”

  Olivia took her hand and cupped Frankie’s face, staring at her lips. She traced a finger down her jawline and ran a thumb over her lower lip. She licked her own, and slowly brought their lips together. They met with tenderness, but passion was bubbling just beneath the surface, ready to erupt. Olivia was trying to go slow and enjoy every breath and every touch, but Frankie made it hard. She wanted her so very much and could feel the love radiating from her. Their tongues explored the other’s mouth slowly and completely.

  Frankie’s hands roamed up and down Olivia’s back, gently caressing and softly coming to rest cupping the firmness of her round behind. She lost her breath as Frankie gently sucked her tongue into her mouth.

  They separated slightly, their chests rising and falling as their breath came quicker. Olivia took the hem of Frankie’s shirt and slowly guided it over her head. When she saw that Frankie wasn’t wearing a bra, the fire in her core burned hotter.

  “You are beautiful,” she whispered as her hands rested on Frankie’s shoulders. She slowly glided both hands down her chest and cupped her breasts. Frankie sucked in a breath as Olivia ran her thumbs over her hardening nipples. She leaned in and lavished Frankie’s ear with her tongue.

  “Good god, Olivia.”

  “You taste so good,” she said and trailed her tongue down Frankie’s neck and nipped and sucked at her collarbone, all the while rubbing circles around her nipples. Then she bowed and took Frankie’s nipple into her mouth, sucking it in and biting down gently. Frankie squeezed Olivia’s shoulders when she bit down and threw her head back groaning. Olivia continued to taste as she moved over to her other nipple.

  She leaned back looking down at Frankie’s pants, with her fingers in the waistband she unbuttoned and unzipped them smiling sexily with her lips and eyes. Before she could pull them down Frankie reached for the hem of her dress and mirrored her earlier move, pulling it over Olivia’s head. She unclasped her bra, letting her round breasts free. Her nipples were already hard and Frankie bent down, gently taking one in her mouth and Olivia moaned; her hands on the back of Frankie’s head, keeping her there. She looked down and watched as Frankie licked, sucked, and nibbled. Her love, hot with every touch; she’d never felt anything so consuming. Never felt so wanted and loved at the same time.

  “Oh Frankie,” she said breathlessly. “We’d better go inside.”

  Frankie stood up and before she could move, Olivia grabbed her pants and pulled them down so she could step out of them. She had on sexy black panties that Olivia reminded herself to appreciate later, but right now all she wanted to do is go inside and take those panties off and bury her head in Frankie’s sweetness.

  As soon as they cleared the threshold, Olivia crushed her lips to Frankie’s. She’d never wanted anyone the way she wanted Frankie. Her love poured out and she wanted to fill Frankie with it, so she’d never doubt it was hers.

  With her arms wrapped around Olivia, Frankie slowly backed her to the bed. “I want you so much Olivia, I can barely breathe.”

  “I know, baby, I know.” Olivia sat down on the edge of the bed and Frankie kneeled between her legs resting her hands on her thighs. Olivia stroked up and down her arms gazing intently in her eyes. She’d never seen Frankie’s eyes so green, and so brilliant against her tan face and dark hair.

  Frankie picked up one of the rose petals and trailed it from the hollow of Olivia’s throat down between her breasts, watching goosebumps rise in its wake. She smiled as Olivia’s chest rose and fell faster and faster. Slowly, she circled each nipple following the petal with kisses. Olivia reached behind her and rested on her hands, intently watching Frankie’s every move and feeling the love in every touch. She dropped the petal and ran her index fingers under Olivia’s red pantie’s waistband. Olivia gasped with the touch then raised her hips so Frankie could pull them off. She slowly glided them down her legs, caressing as she went. With the panties off, Olivia scooted up on the bed.

  Frankie stood at the end of the bed, drinking in the sight of her lover. Olivia looked her up and down, her eyes resting at last on Frankie’s sexy black panties. She quirked an eyebrow and Frankie began to slowly shed them.

  She crawled onto the bed, slowly resting her leg between Olivia’s, feeling her wetness on her thigh. They fit perfectly together, their bodies intertwined. Propped on her elbow she took her hand and traced Olivia’s cheek with a finger. She looked deeply into her eyes and saw the deep brown richness reflecting her own fire kissed green.

  “I’m in love with you Olivia. I know you know that but I’m filling your heart in every touch, in every kiss, in every moan, in every scent with my love for you and only you.” Then Frankie kissed Olivia like she’d never been kissed before, it enveloped her in love, in passion, desire and need.

  “Oh Frankie, I love you too. I love you so much.”

  With this confession of love, Frankie entwined their fingers, holding their hands on either side of Olivia’s head. She kissed her way down and across Olivia’s breasts and then releasing one hand she stroked Olivia’s leg as she licked across her taut stomach. “So beautiful,” she whispered as Olivia rested her hand in Frankie’s hair.

  She licked across the base of her stomach to where her light curly hair started. Olivia’s pungent scent hit Frankie and she took a moment to breathe it in. She started low and licked up the length of Olivia, just grazing her lips and causing a loud moan. “Shit, Frankie,” she said, shaking her head from side to side.

  Frankie couldn’t wait any longer; she had to taste the woman she loved. And taste she did, she ran her tongue through and among her folds, licking up the wetness that kept coming. Olivia moaned in delight as Frankie licked around her opening and then slid inside. From there she licked up and around her clit, over and over until finally sucking it into her mouth.

  Olivia cried out, as much as she wanted her there, she pulled on Frankie’s cheeks, “I need you up here.” She buried her tongue in Frankie’s mouth just as Frankie entered her with one finger relishing the velvety softness.

  “Mmmm, that feels so good, baby,” then she kissed her again. Frankie added a finger and began slowly moving in and out. Olivia joined the rhythm with her hips all the while groaning and pulling Frankie closer. She began to pick up the pace and Olivia moaned, “Yes, baby, yes.”

  Frankie thrust in deep and curled her fingers up as Olivia’s sides clamped down on her tightly. Her brown eyes went wide and locked on Frankie’s, Olivia cried out Frankie’s name and held on tight as her orgasm ripped through, wave after wave. She finally let go, collapsing on the bed, smiling. She quickly grabbed Frankie and kissed her.

  “I’ve never felt more loved.”

  Frankie smiled with such an expression of love and tenderness on her face, “Becau
se you are loved so very much.”

  Olivia let out a big breath. “My god woman,” she said giggling. “That was, everything. And if you’ll give me a minute.”

  Frankie laughed, “We’ve got all night.”

  “Oh honey, this is going to take all night and more.”

  Olivia quickly flipped Frankie on her back and straddled her. Frankie’s eyes were wide with anticipation.

  “I can’t wait any longer. I can tell you over and over that I love you, but words go only so far. I want you to feel my love for you. I want you to know that I’m giving it to you with my heart, my body, my soul, and my mind. I’m giving you all of me.”

  Frankie looked up into her eyes, cradling her face in her hands, “Make me yours.”

  ***

  Olivia woke with her head on Frankie’s shoulder and her hand resting on her stomach. She smiled as she remembered making love so tenderly and then the laughter when they shared a snack in bed. It didn’t take long for that snack to be forgotten as their hunger for one another won out. As Frankie held her close, even in sleep Olivia could feel her love.

  Olivia didn’t realize she was tracing her fingers over Frankie’s stomach until she stirred.

  “Um, we fell asleep,” she said rubbing her hand up and down Olivia’s back.

  “I don’t think we could help it,” she said giggling and raising up to see Frankie’s face.

  “That was the best workout I’ve ever had.”

  Olivia chuckled, “Said like the fitness instructor you are.”

  Frankie raised up slightly to look out the patio doors. The sky was beginning to lighten.

  “There’s something I wanted to show you.”

  “Do we have to get out of this bed?” she said, pushing Frankie back down.

  Frankie giggled, “Yes, but I promise it will be worth it.”

  “You’ve said that to me before and it was true, so I’m going to believe you. However, I have no clothes in here.”

  “Ah but you do. I had Sofia pack you an overnight bag.”

  “You thought of everything.”

  Frankie smiled, “I tried. But you don’t have to have clothes for this.” She got out of the bed and reached a hand for Olivia.

  Instead Olivia laid there, looking her up and down. “You are the most beautiful person - inside and out - Frankie Dean, and you’re mine.”

  Frankie smiled shyly, “I am. Come on.” She grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around them both as they walked out the patio doors. She guided them a few steps onto the patio and turned to her right.

  Olivia gasped, “Oh my god, Frankie. It’s beautiful.” The sky was beginning to change from gray to a deep red. And as they stood there it burned into brilliant streaks of red to orange to yellow as the sun brought a new day, a day they welcomed together.

  Olivia turned to see the sun on Frankie’s face and when their eyes met, “This has been the best night of my life.”

  Frankie’s smile widened and her eyes softened, “I hope this day is the start of many bright ones for us, together.” She leaned down and brought their lips together and the kiss quickly escalated.

  “I know how I want to start this day,” Olivia said seductively.

  Frankie turned them around, “Race you.” They ran through the doors and jumped back in bed arms and legs everywhere. Frankie’s last thought before kissing Olivia was ‘I’m home’. Then she stopped thinking as she was surrounded by feelings, emotions, touches, scents; all Olivia.

  Chapter 20

  Olivia smiled across the patio table at Frankie. “Brunch delivered, you really thought of everything?”

  Frankie chuckled, “I tried to. Care to share that cinnamon roll with me?”

  Olivia narrowed her eyes, “I don’t know, this isn’t usually on my training diet, so I may be a little selfish.”

  “I thought you didn’t want to talk about your training. Or was that just last night.”

  This made Olivia laugh, “No, you’re right, I don’t.” She handed Frankie half of the cinnamon roll. “I’ll tell you what I do want to talk about. Those sexy, inviting black lace panties you had on last night.”

  Frankie blushed briefly, “You liked those, did you? Few people know that I like wearing sexy undies. I usually wear workout clothes all day long and my self-care includes lacy panties. I will admit I recently purchased those in hopes of driving you wild.”

  Olivia fanned her face with her hand, “I hope you could tell that they did.”

  “I noticed. I also noticed that palm tree tattoo on your hip.”

  Olivia smiled, “You worshipped it like you did the rest of my body. All the imperfect curves and that extra layer that is still there. I could see in your eyes how beautiful I am to you.”

  “That’s because you are! It doesn’t matter how your body changes, it’s you! You, Olivia, are beautiful; you’re perfect to me! Don’t you get that?” Frankie stood up, “I guess you didn’t notice this.” She turned around and pointed to the back of her legs.

  “What?”

  “Most women call it cottage cheese. Everyone has imperfections.”

  “I seriously didn’t notice it, babe. But I don’t care. I love it because it’s a part of you.”

  “Exactly! You know how the emphasis on body image in today’s world upsets me. We are more than just our bodies!”

  “I know. You’ve changed my way of thinking. I don’t really see these curves anymore. When I look in the mirror, I see a body that can do things that bring me joy. That’s probably why I didn’t even notice your cute little indentations on the back of your leg. I saw a body that I love and couldn’t stop kissing. And now I know a couple of places that seem to drive you wild with the slightest touch.”

  “It’s your touch. I don’t think I’ve ever been that…,”

  “What? Hot? Lustful? Happy? Content? Wanting more? Are you going to stop me?”

  “No! Keep going, all the above.”

  Olivia giggled, “Just so you know, I’ve never, either.”

  “Do you have any plans the rest of the day?

  “I do. Right now I plan to give some attention to those adorable legs of yours.”

  Frankie’s smile couldn’t get any sexier.

  “You know, we haven’t tried out the shower yet,” she said standing up and taking Frankie’s hand, leading her back through the door. “I love what you’re doing with the place,” she said, teasing over her shoulder.

  After their fun in the shower, they were laying on the bed, propped on pillows and looking out the patio doors.

  “You know, this really is the perfect place for this bed.”

  “You doubted my design expertise?”

  “No. I just didn’t realize it gave such a nice view of the backyard.”

  “When you move in you’ll be able to see a few more of the design elements that are meant to make it special and not just a house, but a home.”

  Frankie thought to herself, she knew she’d found her home, in this house and in Olivia.

  “Do you realize the two real dates we’ve had were both in this house. And now you’ve bought it. What kind of lesbians does that make us?”

  “If you’d move in, I think it would make us perfect lesbians.”

  “Can we have a few dates somewhere else? Then by the time the house is finished maybe I’ll think about it.”

  “That’s a great idea. I’m going to say this and get it out in the open because we have been known to have communication issues.”

  “Okay, go for it.”

  “When you planned our first date and walked me through this process because you knew I would love it was a little unconventional. Would you agree?”

  “I would. My thinking behind it was that I wanted to do something you’d never done before, that you would love.”

  “And you did. But that night, in this house, when we kissed right in that doorway,” she said, nodding to the patio doors.

  “I remember.”

  “I felt like I
was home, Olivia. In that moment, I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be: with you. That one kiss was like a preview of what’s to come though neither of us knew that at the time.”

  “Oh Frankie,” Olivia sat up and reached for her hands.

  “Last Monday when we worked through our communication issues,” she said playfully. “You agreed to go on this date and I didn’t have any idea where I was going to take you at the time. But, when I walked into my house later that night, it didn’t feel like home. And I realized I haven’t felt like I had a home since my parents found that letter and were horrified at the thought that I was gay. I’ve lived in many places since then and been with several women, but this house and you, Olivia are my home. So, when you’re ready, this is your home too.”

  “You realize, as an architect that designs dream homes, that is the most romantic thing anyone could ever say to me.”

  She reached up with one hand and cupped the side of her face, “I love you, Olivia.”

  “Oh Frankie, I love you too.”

  ***

  “So, are you going to give me all the details? You know I’m living vicariously through you right now.” Olivia and Sofia sat on her patio having a beer.

  “I don’t believe that for one minute, Sof. Maybe you’re tired of those hook-ups and it’s time to find someone to actually date.”

  “Maybe, but I want to hear about your date. Frankie worked hard to set that up. To hear her tell it that house is special to both of you.”

  “It is and now she’s bought it! I can’t believe it! And she’s making the exact changes to it that I would make if it were mine.”

  “I think that’s the idea. You living there with her.”

  “I know.”

  “Is it too much? I mean, you just worked through everything.”

  “We spent a lot of time together before we ever had that first date. Frankie is not pressuring me at all. When the house is finished we’re going to talk about me moving in. For now, our plan is for a real date that’s not in that house,” she said laughing.