“I don’t care,” Olive said. “I have so much planned for us tonight.”
“Oh yeah?” the hockey player asked, reaching for Olive.
“Mm-hmm,” she responded, stepping back. It was slightly torturous not to lose herself in Charlie, but that was not what she had wanted for tonight.
She grabbed Charlie’s hand and led her to the left side of the bed, where she sat her down. Charlie was looking at Olive as if she was the answer to all her prayers, and that look alone was what Olive was coming to love about them.
Not loveaboutCharlie. Love aboutbeing withCharlie. She needed to make that distinction clear in her mind.
“I still think I should shower first, baby,” Charlie said, snapping Olive out of her reverie.
“But you’re about to be so dirty anyway,” Olive countered. She tugged Charlie up and kissed her, pouring every emotion into the kiss. As she did, she lifted Charlie’s athleisure off her, pausing as Charlie stepped out of her underwear.
Olive stepped away from Charlie, dropping her own clothes as she did.
God, she would never get over that hungry look in Charlie’s face as she stared her up and down. Olive moved to the right slightly, glancing back to make sure that Charlie could see the full-length mirror that was hanging off the wall there. Olive had noticed it almost immediately upon arriving, but had not yet found a good time to put it to use. Now seemed to be a perfect time as any.
Leaving Charlie to drool after her, she walked over to the dresser next to the mirror and grabbed the strap and lube that she had left there earlier.
“Oh, you really are prepared,” Charlie said when Olive rejoined them in front of the bed. She placed the items on the bed next to Charlie and reached out to tug their chin down so they were now standing eye level.
“This is just the start of it, darling. Are you going to be a good boy for me?” she asked.
Charlie visibly swallowed. “The best.”
Olive hummed in satisfaction and let go of their chin. She grabbed the strap and leaned down in front of Charlie, helping them into the device. Looking up at them, she couldn’t help but place her mouth on the tip of the device as they watched.
The look on Charlie’s face was all the encouragement Olive needed to keep sucking on it, watching as Charlie’s eyes glazed over.
“I don’t know how, but I swear… that feels so good,” Charlie whispered.
When she was sure Charlie was as keyed up as possible, Olivestopped and stood up. She stepped closer to Charlie, and she could feel the tip of the device on her opening. She moaned as she kissed them.
“Are you ready for a show?” Olive asked.
“Please,” Charlie begged. She moved her hips against Olive, and Olive sucked in a breath.
“Tsk, tsk, not yet, darling.” It was torturing Olive to deny Charlie, but she had a bigger plan in mind. She moved to the side and grabbed the bottle of lube.
“You see this mirror?” she asked.
“Yes,” Charlie responded.
“Good. I want you to watch while I ride you like the toy you are.”
Charlie’s eyes widened, but she gave a nod. Olive pushed Charlie down onto the bed, the strap beautifully erect and ready for her. Olive commanded Charlie to shift backwards a bit, forcing her to sit down.
It took some maneuvering, but Olive crawled onto the bed, sitting next to Charlie. If Charlie was confused, she didn’t say so as Olive opened the bottle and began spreading the liquid over the strap.
“Hmm, there may be something I forgot to ask,” Olive said as she put the bottle down, making eye contact with Charlie.
“What is it?”
“How many goals did you score tonight?” Olive kissed the side of Charlie’s neck as she asked, knowing what she was about to do to the other woman.
“Three…why are you asking me about hockey now?”
Olive responded to the question with a kiss, easily distracting the Olympian.
