by Diana Kane
“Get rid of it,” I order her as she leans forward and teases my straining bud through the restrictive fabric. I feel the shaking of Olivia’s shoulders as well as her lips curling into a smile as she silently chuckles while gently biting and tugging on my flesh. Olivia looks up at me, her grin still firmly in place, as she slowly moves over to my other peak. She drags her tongue over my straining flesh as her right hand slides up the leg of my shorts and she begins softly stroking my folds through my panties. The suctioning of Olivia’s mouth around my nipple forces my head to drop back as my fingers tangle in her hair, pushing her mouth more firmly against me. I lower my hips slightly, trying to intensify the teasing touch against my folds, but am forced to whimper when Olivia pulls her hand away. I right my head and open my eyes in time to catch Olivia sniffing the fingers that were inside my shorts moments ago. She grins bashfully before reaching behind my back and unhooking my bra. I quickly toss it aside and attempt to push Olivia back down on the couch, only to be met by firm resistance as she draws me back to her to kiss me again, her tongue demanding entry as her fingers toy with my freed breasts.
“Get rid of these,” she demands as her hands push down my shorts. Her eyebrow rises in a silent challenge before I dart in and briefly capture her lips again, tugging the lower one with my teeth as I retreat to slip out of my shorts. “Matching?” she questions my lace thong as I drop my shorts to the floor.
“I always match unless I’m going for a run.” Olivia grins as she leans forward and snares the black lace with a pair of fingers and slowly draws the panties down my thighs.
“And a thong,” she observes before tossing them aside and running her tongue around my navel.
“Not your preference?” I ask as I push her back and kneel between her legs again.
“It’s fucking sexy,” she admits as I strip her of her remaining garments. She tries to reclaim control, but I fight her, forcing her to lay back as I begin teasing her breasts, her nipples falling victim to my mouth and fingers. Olivia squirms beneath me as I lower my right hand between us and caress her soaked folds, causing her hips to jerk upward a bit.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” she answers through a heaving breath and lidded eyes. “It’s been a while,” she admits, looking a bit embarrassed. I tap my finger against her clit to give her something to focus on besides her embarrassment, but she ends up panting and biting her lip instead. “Jordan…I…don’t—.” Even though she can’t finish the thought, I know what she is trying to communicate.
“Breathe,” I instruct her as I cease tormenting her overly sensitive nub. She releases her lower lip as she draws in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” I inform her when she finally appears to relax a bit. “We’ve all been there,” I add as I slowly slip a finger inside her, stilling myself to gauge her sensitivity.
“Are you planning to talk until I come?” she asks, her voice filled with humor as she lifts her hips, encouraging me to stroke her depths. I lean forward to kiss her as I slide a second finger in, making sure to avoid contact with her clit. Her hips set a slow rhythm as she works herself on my fingers, as my tongue strokes hers. Her moan resonates like a soft purr; her tell unchanged from all those years ago. Her hips increase the pace as our tongues continue to tango and I slide down slightly and adjust my hand so that my palm gently bumps against her clit. She moans again as I match the rhythm of my hips to hers, using the press of my pelvis to push deeper into her, my knuckles stimulating my nub with each thrust. “Jordan,” Olivia pants when she tears her lips from mine. The muscles in my lower back burn in protest as we both increase our rhythm again, the stimulation to my clit nowhere near enough to push me over the edge with her.
“Are you close?” I whisper in her ear, even though I can feel the twitching in her walls. She’s powerless to stop the orgasm as I bury my face in her neck and drag my tongue along it, tasting the familiar saltiness of her sweat.
“Don’t stop,” she issues her command through a forced breath. “So...close...,” she manages before her walls clench, and she screams her release in my ear. I continue massaging her g-spot and tapping her clit, gradually decreasing the frequency, slowly bringing her down as her orgasm concludes and she lays panting for breath beneath me. Olivia’s trembling thighs and the ringing in my ear a testament to how powerfully she came.
“Is that what a banshee sounds like when she screams?” I question as I withdraw my fingers and laugh against her shoulder.
“Oh be quiet,” she huffs out as I search for somewhere to clean my fingers off. Lacking a surface that isn’t the couch, I opt to wrap my lips around them. “I can’t believe you just called me a banshee,” she adds as she slaps my ass, making me squeal around the digits my tongue had been working on. “I don’t remember you ever taking me like that,” she observes as the quaking in her thighs finally settles.
“Are you saying I used to be a pillow princess?” I ask, my voice filled with mock indignation as I slowly drift down her body. I’m not sure if time has faded the memory, but Olivia tastes better than I remember, the difference ever so slight that it presents a mystery my mind demands more data to unravel.
“I didn’t call…oh,” she starts but loses her train of thought when my mouth meets her center. I slowly drag my tongue along her slit, collecting the moisture my fingers left behind.
“You taste different,” I observe at I peek up at her.
“Better diet,” she manages before I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue. I gently suck her engorged nub into my mouth, causing her to moan and lift her hips demanding more.
“Now who’s being a greedy bottom?” I ask as I blow a teasing torrent of air over her most sensitive spot. Instead of answering, Olivia reaches down and directs my mouth back against her and clenches her thighs to hold me in place.
“You talk more than you used to,” I manage to make out through the thighs pressed against my ears. I hum as a means of answering before focusing on coaxing another orgasm from her. “Fuck,” Olivia pants as she forcefully bucks her hips, pulling her clit out of my mouth. I laugh as I plunge my tongue into her warmth and slowly rotate it around her opening as I savor Olivia’s flavor straight from the well. “Oh god,” she moans as I alternate entering, swirling and withdrawing over and over. I glance up the plane of her body to discover her pulling her hair with one hand and pinching her nipple with the other. Taking it as a sign of her impending release, I fight the vice-like hold of her thighs and move my mouth back to her clit, gently teasing it with the tip of my tongue as I reinsert my fingers, quickly matching the pace of Olivia’s gyrating hips. Olivia’s thighs twitch anew as I suck on her clit and watch beads of sweat travel down her torso between her bouncing breasts. I lock my free hand over her hips as I suck and hum simultaneously, causing Olivia to explode, the sounds of her pleasure muffled by the thighs clamped over my ears.
“You’re welcome, your highness,” I joke as I dab at the corners of my mouth when Olivia finally relaxes enough to release me. Breathless, Olivia is reduced to plucking up the pillow she hit me with when all of this started and chucking it at me. “Guess that means you’re done, since what is a pillow biter without her pillow?” I jest as I dodge the projectile.
“I’ll show you who the pillow queen is…as soon as I catch my breath,” she retorts with a laugh.
“Oh really?” I challenge with an arch of my eyebrow and a gentle tap against her clit.
“No,” she squeals as she slides away from me. “Too soon,” she informs me as she relaxes again. I grin at her as I remain kneeling between her thighs, tempted to remind her that she used to be capable of having several orgasms before she had to cry uncle, but I let it pass, remembering her earlier embarrassment at revealing that it had been a while. “You’ve gone quiet,” Olivia murmurs as she assesses me. I smile when she wraps her legs around me and urges me forward. “Come here,” she whispers as she leans up and draws me to her, her lips b
rushing over mine as she falls back against the arm of the couch. “Everything okay?” she asks as her fingers caress my cheek and her forehead rests against mine.
“Everything is fine,” I inform her with a smile as her hand slips down my neck and she cups my breast, squeezing my erect nipple between her fingers as she roughly kneads my flesh. “Mostly okay,” I gasp as my other breast is lavished with the same treatment and the pulsing in my core intensifies.
“Anything I can help with?” Olivia asks as she nips playfully at my lower lip before crushing her lips against mine, her tongue invading my mouth to parry with mine. I can feel my juices running down my inner thighs as I push myself against Olivia, seeking any kind of stimulation to ease the ache. Our tongues continue to swirl in a sloppy, lust filled kiss as Olivia continues tormenting my rock hard nipples. I tear away from Olivia’s lips and watch as her hand falls from my breast and her fingertips slowly trail down my stomach. Her fingers tease through my folds as I watch my dusty rose nipple disappear between Olivia’s lips.
“I don’t remember you ever being this wet,” Olivia murmurs around my protruding flesh.
“I need you to fuck me,” I pant as her tongue teases over my nipple again and again.
“Is that a decree, your royal highness?” Olivia teases before sucking my pearled bud into her mouth again. Her fingers continue to feather over my labia, the faint circular motion more maddening than pleasuring.
“Yes,” I confirm as I push her back, tearing my nipple from her mouth. Olivia chuckles as I keep her shoulders pinned down as I work to climb up the length of her body.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” she comments as my knees land on either side of her head. I lean back and grab the remaining throw pillow and quickly stuff it under her head before slowly starting to lower myself. Olivia meets me on my descent, her tongue trailing up the inside of one thigh and then the other. “This is still my favorite sight,” she shares before delving her tongue between my folds and slowly running it along the length of my cleft.
“I remember,” I moan as the tip of her tongue caresses my clit. Truthfully, I do remember. For all the sexual chemistry Addison and I shared, nothing has ever compared to sex with Olivia. I had always written it off as being down to the length of time we were together and the magnitude of our feelings, but have never had a way to be certain. Maybe it’s just Olivia’s skill, I think as I slowly grind myself against her mouth. I swear I can feel Olivia smirk when she swats my hands away from my breasts, knowing that playing with my nipples now will bring my orgasm faster than she’d like. I meet her eyes and see the silent challenge lingering there: Try it again, and I’ll stop. As much as I’d like to come, I know she means it. I remember when she delivered on that threat one time many years ago.
Olivia’s hands glide over my breast before sliding down my sides and over my thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake despite the heat flooding my body. “Jesus, Liv” I moan as her tongue quickly swirls around my nub. Her grin manifests itself in her eyes as her hands relocate my breasts and commence a fresh round of tormenting my nipples. The teasing shoots straight to my clit, increasing the pulsing taking place in the sensitive bundle. Olivia moans, her increasing exhalations tickling through the short hairs of my Brazilian strip as I search for something to hold onto. I try leaning forward to utilize the arm of the sofa, but the angle it creates is unforgiving on my back and Olivia’s neck.
“Lean back if you need to,” Olivia mumbles against my sex as she slides her feet up, bending her knees to help support me. She quickly gets back to work as the thrumming in my clit continues, the furious strokes of her tongue making it sing as my hips begin writhing frantically against her.
“Fuck,” I groan as my left hand grips the back of the sofa and my right tangles in the hair along Olivia’s forehead. “Do. Not. Stop,” I pant as she greedily sucks and hums before lashing her tongue over me again, propelling the sensations through my body and kicking me into the best abyss. My back arches violently as my fingers tighten their grip and I ride out the explosive orgasm that has my thighs quivering and my toes tingling. “I think I forgot how talented you are with your tongue,” I mention as I gaze down at her and attempt to catch my breath.
“Maybe this will help you remember,” she says before claiming my clit as hers again, sending me into oblivion in record time, the orgasm so powerful I’m unsure if I briefly lost consciousness. When I’m finally able to open my eyes again, I reach behind me and part Olivia’s legs, allowing myself to fall back and melt into a puddle on the opposite end of the sofa.
“Mmm. You may have just given me two exquisite orgasms, but I still don’t feel like a pillow queen,” I joke as I pant in an attempt to catch my breath.
“Oh, I didn’t forget my promise,” she assures me as she sits up and slides her legs out from under mine. “Just giving you a minute to catch your breath,” she murmurs as her lips brush against my stomach. Her eyes stare up at me as she slowly kisses her way up my torso and licks along the hollow of my throat before briefly nipping at my lips. “Hi,” she whispers as she looms over me, smiling at me with her playful eyes.
“Hey yourself,” I answer, lifting my brows at her.
“It seems you’re on your back, my queen. Need your pillow?” I grin as I defiantly shake my head no at her. “Last chance,” she warns me as she slides her hand down my body, drifting over my hip before slipping into the moisture waiting for her.
*****
I wake with a start and squint against the bright light coming from the television. After taking a second to allow my eyes to adjust, I look around and realize I’m in Olivia’s living room. Then I feel the warm body stirring behind me and realize that I’m naked under the blanket draped over me.
“We should go upstairs,” Olivia’s sleepy voice murmurs in my ear as she slowly trails her fingertips along my stomach.
“I should go home,” I answer as I sit up and look for my discarded clothes.
“You could stay,” Olivia replies as her fingers trail down my back and she presses a kiss against the side of my hip. I look down at Olivia and see the hope in her eyes. “Oh,” she dejectedly murmurs when I look away.
“Shit,” I sigh as I stand up and make a better effort at locating my clothes. I catch the sight of Olivia rising from the couch as I pull on my underwear and unexpectedly feel desire course through me again.
“So this meant nothing to you?” she quietly asks as she drags her t-shirt over her head.
“It’s not something I planned. It happened, but I wouldn’t call it a mistake. It was fun. I think we both had fun,” I add as I discover my shirt under the pillow Olivia tossed at me hours ago.
“So that’s all it was for you? Just a quick fuck?”
“It wasn’t quick,” I joke as I look over at her, the rest of my words dying in my throat when I see the hurt in her eyes. “What did it mean to you?” I ask, even though I’m afraid to hear the answer. In the months that have passed since the night I tried to kiss her, we haven’t discussed the almost lip lock or anything remotely aligned with how Olivia might feel about me. She was always so upfront about those types of things when we were together before that I figured if she thought something was happening, or going to happen between us, she would have said something.
“Clearly it meant more to me than it did to you,” she spits back, anger starting to mix with the hurt that still lingers in those blue orbs.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know that you felt that way about me.”
“You didn’t know? I told you when you tried to kiss me that night! You knew I didn’t want to be some meaningless fling, yet you instigated one anyway.”
“I barely remember half of what was said that night! I told you I didn’t plan for us to sleep together tonight, but when I kissed you and you didn’t stop me, I thought you were okay with it. Why haven’t you told me that you have feelings for me?”
“What do you want me to tell you, Jordan? That I’m in love with you?
That I don’t think that I ever stopped loving you? That I came back here for you?” I stare at Olivia, speechless and dumbfounded as she angrily rakes her fingers through her dark locks. “I’m such an idiot,” she mutters as she bends over and picks up her shorts.
“You’re…you’re in love with me?”
“I just said so, didn’t I?”
“I swear I didn’t know. I broke up with Addison—.”
“Saint bloody Foster? The woman who could have fucked someone different every night and you would have forgiven her, yet I still have to let the occasional remark roll off my back about Paris or how I so callously ended things? Seriously? Newsflash: There isn’t a fucking handbook for life, Jordan! There aren’t any signs warning us what choices not to make. I made a choice! I can’t even call it a mistake because would I have what I have now if I had made a different decision? I don’t know. What I do know is that I’m sick of hiding my feelings for you in the hope that one day you’ll forgive me the way you always forgave her.”
“I never loved her the way that I loved you!” I shout, causing Olivia’s jaw to snap shut. “God, when you left after your mom died, I never thought I’d see you again. I had to make an effort to not think about you so I could survive.”