Olive unlocked the door and removed her shoes at the front door, waiting as Charlie did the same. Charlie’s all-black attire was starting to look like a uniform, but Olive couldn’t tell anything else about her job beyond that. She mentioned theOlympics, so perhaps she was in town for that, maybe as a reporter?
Olive dismissed the thought. She really did not need to know much about her, other than how she would taste beneath her. Olive smiled at that, and Charlie caught her eye as she removed her jacket. Now that they stood this close, Olive could see that Charlie was taller than her by only a few inches. Ugh, she loved a tall woman.
“So, what is this activity you promised me?” Charlie asked. Her expression gave nothing away, but Olive could tell there was a smile brewing somewhere under there. She’d have to find it.
Olive reached for her hand hesitantly, and Charlie grabbed it without hesitation. Olive expected her hands to be soft, but they were surprisingly callused and rough. Wow, while it was not something Olive considered, she realized she could definitely work with that. She turned over Charlie’s right hand and ran her fingers over it.
“You have such pretty hands,” Olive said honestly.
“Really?” Charlie seemed surprised, one of few real expressions Olive had seen on her so far. “I don’t get that a lot. Most people seem to like a softer touch.”
“Just because your hands are calloused doesn’t mean you can be soft,” Olive replied. Charlie seemed to relax into her touch as Olive ran her hands over hers, raising Charlie’s hand so she could give it a kiss.
“Beautiful,” Olive said, making sure to keep eye contact with her as she said it.
Olive was surprised to see Charlie’s cheeks start to redden, and she immediately felt proud of herself for making her blush.Oh, I will have fun tonight. I know it.
“Do you want to see the rest of my room?” Olive asked. It was a stupid question, but she needed some way to lead her further inside without just asking her to make out on the bed. Maybe she should’ve done just that.
“Sure,” Charlie said, and Olive led her into the large room. Theentryway led to a small table with two plush lounge chairs around it, which Olive ignored as she tugged the taller woman back. With the bed in sight, Olive kept walking until they found themselves sitting on it.
Charlie turned to Olive and ran her fingers over her knuckles.
“You have nice hands too,” she said. “Your nails are short,” she noted.
“Well, I have important things to do with them,” Olive teased.
Charlie smiled and blushed again. She could get used to the sight of Charlie’s blush, and she wanted to see all the ways she could bring it out of her.
She decided to start with a question.
“I want to kiss you. Is that okay?”
Charlie nodded, and Olive leaned in until they were just mere centimetres apart. She could see Charlie look at her lips, and she licked them slightly before moving closer, capturing her mouth with hers. Charlie tasted faintly of the wine she was drinking earlier, and Olive relished in it. Olive’s suspicions were confirmed, and Charlie turned to putty beneath Olive as she worked her tongue into her mouth.
God, this is exquisite.
When Olive started to pull away, Charlie made a noise that sent a rush straight to Olive’s core. Olive deepened the kiss instead, working her hands up into the other woman’s hair and to the base of her neck. Olive held Charlie in place as she continued her exploration of her mouth. Charlie moaned again, and Olive forced herself away so she could see whether she had accomplished her mission of making Charlie blush more. She was delighted to see that she had.
“You’re an amazing kisser,” Charlie told Olive.
Olive flipped her hair and winked. “I know.”
It was true, it was something that all her exes had praised before. Olive’s intensity in the relationship often tended to translate to the bedroom—she couldn’t help herself around the people she found attractive. She loved the feeling of possession. Perhapsit was from a lack of control in other aspects of her life growing up, but in bed, she loved to make her partners feel exactly how much she wanted them.
Charlie shook her head at Olive’s confident response, but leaned in again, surprising Olive by pecking her on the lips slightly. Charlie kissed Olive again when she didn’t move, opening her mouth and putting her hands on Olive’s waist.
It was less intense than Olive’s kiss, but no less wonderful. Olive reached for the hem of Charlie’s T-shirt as she kissed her neck. Charlie paused for a moment and moved them apart, whipping off her T-shirt in record time. Olive removed her own shirt, making sure to keep eye contact with the other woman as she wanted to get her reaction to the lacy bra she had on. It was the opposite of Charlie’s sports bra—extravagant and sexy, and Olive felt the heat of Charlie’s stare as she took it in.
“Wow, are you trying to kill me?” Charlie said.
Olive giggled as Charlie grabbed her around the waist and moved her into her lap. With their heights reversed, Charlie was now in the perfect position to make direct eye contact with Olive’s breasts. She buried her head in between them as Olive laughed.
“I’ve always wanted to do that,” she admitted when she moved away. She had that rare smile on her face, and Olive smiled back.
“You can do that anytime with me,” Olive said.
“Anytime?” She raised an eyebrow.
