And Olivia laughed, that rare, quiet sound that took Kate higher than anything on Earth.
“I’m very happy here,” Olivia said, mouth still plump, skin dark in the soft light of the bedroom.
Kate kissed her lips, then her cheeks, and down her neck, wanting to appreciate all the parts of her they’d skipped in their hurry to come together.
“Much more often,” Kate said, kissing down her chest as Olivia rolled lazily onto her back, arms spread languid across the white sheets. Kate gently teased her tongue at Olivia’s nipple, which pearled at her touch.
“Mmmmm,” Kate said, slipping it into her mouth. And “mmmmm” again to feel the sound resonate on Olivia’s pert tip. Arousal shivered through Olivia's body.
Kate pulled back slightly, not wanting to be too rough on a tender post-orgasm Olivia. Except she couldn't keep her hands to herself. She moved on top of her and kissed her, appreciative, with a hint of eroticism without demanding it.
“You are so beautiful,” she murmured through her smile. “I don’t get to admire you often enough.”
Was this what they’d needed? A chance to reconnect and feel whole again. Work and family demanded a lot of them both, and they needed to rebuild themselves as a couple once in a while.
She swept her hand lower over the cushion of Olivia’s belly, traced a finger down the light stretch marks below her stomach, then kissed them in a loving trail. The lines would fade one day, but were Olivia right now, fascinating and a sign of their life and family together.
She intended it as admiration only. But Olivia shifted beneath her, agitated, needing more, and Kate’s lips buzzed heightened with the urge to fulfil that need.
Her scent drew Kate in quickly, the prospect of tasting her irresistible.
“You said something about doing this more often...” came strangled from Olivia, as Kate kissed lower into the triangle of trimmed hair.
“How about right now?” Kate replied, her voice low, a dead giveaway of how much she wanted this. And she dipped her tongue between Olivia's lips.
The groan from Olivia rippled exquisitely along Kate’s spine.
She sighed, feeling her roused already on her tongue. She dipped lower to taste her.
Yes, it had been far too long, but she didn’t pause to say that. Encouraging Olivia's legs wider, so she could enjoy her more, Kate took her time. Slow licks of her clit. Deep pressure and achingly slow. Then gently sucking on her, firmer and firmer, until Olivia’s legs shook.
She held Olivia tight through her waves of release, enraptured by Olivia coming at her mouth. And murmuring words of love, they fell into ecstatic embraces.
Smiling, they both realised they had intense munchies for food then, and they sneaked downstairs in their knickers, laughing at their needless surreptitious behaviour, because there was no-one else in the house anyway. They pulled two kitchen chairs around the Christmas tree in front of the doors to the garden, and ate warm chocolate puddings with dark melted sauce in the middle.
Olivia looked astonishing in the glow of Christmas tree lights, her long elegant legs crossed while she neatly ate the dessert, skin glowing golden, her larger breasts curving and beautiful.
And the look on her face? Relaxed, with no worries to be found. Whatever had troubled her before no longer did. Andadmiration and happiness glowed inside Kate. And admiration and licking of chocolate sauce led to a dash upstairs for a third time.
They must have fallen asleep after that, because Kate snapped open her eyes to pitch black and a knock on the front door.
“Oh...sh...” She sat bolt upright. “I think that’s your mother back with Zoe.”
“Mmm?” a sleepy Olivia said.
It was almost enough for Kate to forget everything in the world and slip into her arms again. But the door rattled with a firm knock downstairs, and she leapt out of bed into the ensuite to quickly wash her hands and throw on a dressing gown.
“It’s nearly midnight,” she said, tying up the belt, and pulling the side across her naked chest. “It’ll definitely be Geeta or Nicola.”
Olivia must have been deeply asleep before, because she hardly stirred.
Kate thundered down the stairs, not a light saunter like Olivia’s, and hurtled down the hallway.
She wrenched open the front door to a sleeping baby and smiling grandmother.
“I hope you had a...” Geeta started, and also stopped as her eyes took in Kate’s state.
It was clear Geeta had been about to say a ‘good time out dancing’. But it was also clear they’d not left the house the entire evening.
