“What did you have in mind?”
Olive spread her legs wide, glancing down then back up at her. “I think you’d like to eat, wouldn’t you?”
Charlie’s eyes widened, and she nodded once before kissing Olive. She took her time with her kisses, slowly working down Olive’s body until she was on her knees, kissing her stomach, then her thighs.
“Lift this leg for me, baby,” she said as she kissed Olive’s left thigh. Olive did as instructed, and she placed it on her shoulder, opening herself wider for her.
Olive watched as Charlie took in her eager wetness, then back up at her face.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Charlie said, before finally licking Olive where she wanted it most.
“This view isn’t so bad either,” Olive quipped back.
Olive leaned back against the wall as Charlie pressed in, using her tongue and then her hand to bring her close to the release she craved.
Olive moaned when Charlie sucked on her clit, and Charlie returned it in kind.
“You’re so good at this,” Olive said. It was taking her considerable effort not to move her hips against Charlie’s face, but Olive held back. Not only because she wanted her to work for it, but because she didn’t want to come quite yet. Olive wanted to be here as long as possible, having this gorgeous woman feast on her.
The encouragement seemed to have done its trick, as Charlie increased her pace, pushing Olive closer to the brink of release. When Olive came, stars danced behind her vision, and she was giddy on the peaceful bliss that came with it. When it ended, Charlie gently placed her leg back on the ground, and stood, kissing Olive fervently.
“I really liked that reward,” Charlie finally said when Olive eked a moan out of her.
“Me too,” Olive said.
Olive reached for her again and they continued kissing, as Olive savoured the way Charlie melted in her arms. She seemed more relaxed now, as if all her earlier worries had faded. Olive gently led her backward, turning them around so it was now Charlie who was leaning against the wall.
“Would you like another reward?” Olive asked.
She nodded vigorously and Olive giggled. It was hard not to find her adorable in these moments, so ready and eager for whatever she had planned.
Olive’s hands worked down her body, caressing her strong abdomen muscles and the waist that any person would kill for. Olive continued kissing her as her hands reached her cunt, and she was delighted to find it soaked.
“Wow, you really liked your meal, didn’t you?” Olive asked asshe pulled away from Charlie. Olive watched her face as she slipped a finger inside her.
“So much,” Charlie said as she leaned her head back. Olive added a second finger, kissing her exposed neck. Olive changed the angle of her hand so she tapped her clit as she moved, and Charlie closed her eyes.
“Eyes down here,” Olive said.
Charlie obeyed and looked down at her. Olive smiled wickedly as she worked against Charlie, revelling in the feel of Charlie starting to move her hips.
“Good girls deserve to come. Wouldn’t you like to?” Olive asked.
“I really would,” Charlie said.
“Then come for me, darling, let me see it.”
Charlie moaned at the words, and Olive increased her pace as Charlie matched it with her hips. The shower was filled with the sounds of them against each other, and Charlie soon came, her whines like music to Olive’s ears.
When Charlie had fully relaxed, Olive used the shower water to clean her hand before kissing her gently again. These kisses were soft, unhurried, and Olive pulled away a minute later.
“I could get used to this,” Olive admitted.
“Shower fucking?” Charlie asked.
“Yes,” Olive responded. She did not want to make the admission, now scared by what she really was going to say.
Charlie seemed to have sensed it.
