“You can wear it next time, promise.”
“I’ll hold you to it,” Charlie said. Olive leaned down to kiss her, and Charlie felt her fingers reach for her centre again.
“Are you ready?” Olive asked.
“Please, baby,” Charlie said, unable to let the pet name stay hidden.
Olive smirked as she quickened her pace, getting Charlie ready for the strap. Charlie moaned as she hit her sweet spot, the sensation of her touch overwhelming.
Olive removed her hand and licked her fingers, making eye contact with Charlie as she did.
“You taste so good,” Olive said. She lined herself up with Charlie’s entrance, searching her face for a reaction.
Charlie nodded and Olive moved close. Charlie moaned as she felt the strap press into her.
“Not as good as you feel,” Charlie said as Olive began rocking her hips.
The sound of Olive moving against her filled the room, and Charlie widened her legs to give her better access. Charlie moaned again when Olive increased her speed, and Charliereached out towards Olive’s breasts, grabbing one in each hand. It made her lose her grip on holding her knees open, but Charlie’s athleticism came in handy to hold the stretch.
“Yes, Charlie,” Olive hissed as Charlie massaged her breasts. Charlie tweaked Olive’s right nipple as she pounded into her, her thrusts getting more and more intense.
Olive placed a hand on Charlie’s collarbone, and Charlie moaned.
“Baby, please. I love it,” Charlie breathlessly exhaled. The sensation of being pinned down as Olive fucked her was intoxicating, and Charlie knew it was only a matter of minutes before she orgasmed again.
“Olive. God. You’re so good,” Charlie said. “I’m so close. Please don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, darling,” Olive said as she continued pounding into Charlie.
Charlie twitched helplessly as Olive moved angles slightly, each thrust now hitting Charlie’s clit.
When Charlie was finally coherent enough to feel her body after her orgasm, Olive leaned back and removed the toy. She crawled on top of Charlie until her beautiful pussy was on top of Charlie’s face. It was the only thing Charlie could see, but she would’ve happily died with it being the last image she saw on Earth.
“Show me that thing you do with your tongue,” Olive commanded.
“I would love to,” Charlie said. “Hold on to that headboard for me.”
Olive complied, and Charlie used her hands to spread Olive’s legs open to give her better access to her dripping cunt. It was thrilling to see her be so ready for her again, and Charlie was very pleased with how quick it took for her to come on her face.
When Olive finished working through her release, she collapsed on the bed next to Charlie.
Charlie turned to her and brushed the hair out of her eyes. Olive’s eyes were closed, and she had a content look on her face.
“Add me to the list of no complaints,” Olive said.
“You got it, baby,” Charlie said. She winced, grateful Olive couldn’t see her face. That damn nickname kept slipping out, and she hadn’t meant to say it then, or even the first time. It was too early for that kind of talk, and Charlie didn’t want to scare Olive away with it. Charlie hoped she’d missed it.
“Baby?” Olive asked, a question without any hint of emotion behind it.
“Sorry, it just slipped out.”
“It’s okay. You can call me that if you want.” Olive smiled.
The words made Charlie happier than she wanted to admit. “You can call me darling anytime.”
“I’ll hold you to it… and the earlier promise we made.”
“Please.”
