“Your eyes. They glow when you think about it. It’s rare to see someone so passionate about their career.”
“I can be passionate about other things,” Charlie teased, hoping to switch the conversation.
“Oh really, what about?” Olive asked, quickly catching on.
“Good food, great entertainment, making sure the person I’m with feels comfortable. I have this thing I do with my tongue that has yet to see any complaints.” Charlie winked.
“That sounds like a very reasonable passion,” Olive said. She glanced around the room before leaning closer to her. “Would you like to show me?”
“Absolutely,” Charlie said.
Olive giggled and stood up, holding her hand out for Charlie.
If this were anywhere else, Charlie would have taken a quick look around the room first to make sure no one was watching, but something about this bar felt safe and intimate, like they were the only ones there. Charlie took Olive’s outstretched hand and let herself be led to her hotel across the street. Now walking down this way a second time, it was almost getting familiar to her. Perhaps it was a bad idea to be repeating of this, but a larger part of Charlie knew that this was part of the reason she was here. While Charlie did want to get to know Olive better, there was no mistaking that she craved what they had done a few nights ago.
When they got the elevator, Olive selected her floor and turned to Charlie as the doors closed. Olive wasted no time in pushing Charlie back against the elevator wall, claiming her mouth. Olive still had that magical way of kissing that made Charlie feel as if they were in a desert, and somehow, Charlie was storing the last bit of water in her mouth. It was utterly possessive, and Charlie returned Olive’s energy, pulling her close by the waist so they were pressed up against each other.
The elevator doors dinged open too soon, and Charlie followed Olive to her room. Olive turned on the light as she entered, and then stepped toward Charlie again.
Olive threw off her jacket and quickly helped Charlie peel hers off, before resuming those hungry kisses Charlie so enjoyed. She bit Charlie’s lower lip and Charlie groaned against her mouth. Olive smiled and took a step back. Charlie missed her warmth immediately, but not for long—Olive started removing her shirt, making sure to keep eye contact as she did. Charlie swallowed at the sight of Olive undressed before her, in another stunning matching bra and underwear set. It was purple and sparkly, and Charlie had never realized that undergarments could be colourful, nor that she would find such variety so exciting.
“You’re stunning,” Charlie said breathlessly, and she reached out towards Olive.
Olive smirked at the compliment but did not move closer yet. “It’s your turn,” Olive said, cocking her head to the side.
Charlie blushed under Olive’s appraising stare, moving slowly as she removed her own T-shirt and pants. Though she was not wearing anything nearly as beautiful as her, Olive was still staring at Charlie with that hungry look. Charlie had been on the receiving end of all sorts of looks over the years, but this look of pure desire was one she’d had rarely seen, and she knew she would never be able to get enough of it when Olive was the one looking at her that way.
“Even more stunning,” Olive said beforefinallystepping closer to her. They resumed kissing, and the feel of Olive’s body against hers was intoxicating. Charlie quickly lost herself in her soft skin, and the way she fit perfectly against her.
Charlie placed a leg in between hers, and Olive immediately stepped closer, supporting her weight on her thigh. Charlie could feel Olive’s wetness immediately on her leg, and she moaned at the sensation. Olive devoured Charlie’s mouth in her addictive kisses, and she slowly started moving her hips in time with them.
Charlie pulled away slightly so she could kiss Olive’s neck and allow her to focus elsewhere. Charlie kissed Olive’s neck as she placed her hands on her waist, holding Olive steady as she moved against Charlie. Olive moaned as Charlie kissed lower, capturing a nipple in her mouth.
“God, your thighs are so perfect,” Olive said.
“Being an athlete has its perks,” Charlie said, glancing up at her. Olive looked down at her with a glazed look in her eyes, and Charlie recognized it from their earlier encounter.
“You going to come on my thigh?” Charlie asked. Olive nodded, and Charlie watched as sweat bead on Olive’s forehead. God, it was so hot to see how hard she worked for her pleasure.
Charlie kissed her way up to Olive’s face again, and captured Olive’s lips gently as Olive increased her speed against her. Olive had her hands around Charlie’s neck, holding on tight. Charlie made sure to hold her steady as she dropped her right hand down to where their bodies met. Charlie stopped her kisses so she could watch as Olive’s hand worked her clit. Charlie wanted to watchOlive’s face as she came, but she was too focused on studying her movements, wanting to know exactly how Olive wanted to be touched. Charlie looked back at Olive as she came down from her high, and Charlie was unable to resist kissing her again.
“I can’t believe you’re real,” Charlie finally said when Olive stepped away from her. Olive looked so relaxed and content, and Charlie loved that she was the one who made her that way.
“I can’t believeyouare,” Olive responded, shaking her head. “God, I could ride your thighs all night.”
Charlie groaned and reached for her again. “As much as I would love that, I do have to be up early tomorrow for my game.”
“Who are you playing against?” It was hard to think about hockey when Olive was in her arms, but Charlie did her best to answer.
“Sweden,” Charlie finally said.
Olive kissed Charlie again, before stepping away and heading towards the bathroom. Charlie followed her and stood at the doorway as Olive grabbed a towel, which she used to wipe herself before stepping towards Charlie. Charlie watched silently, content, as Olive wiped her thigh clean. She left the towel on the floor and led Charlie towards the bed. She pulled Charlie to its edge, where she forced Charlie to sit down by placing both of her hands on her shoulders and guiding her down.
“Since you have a big game tomorrow, how about I take care of you? You want to be well-rested for tomorrow, right?”
“I do need to be rested… but you don’t have to take care of me. I want to do what feels good for you.”
Olive leaned down to kiss Charlie, distracting her from the question.
