She was still in his arms looking into those ocean eyes.
“Please,” she said. “I want you to touch me.”
Emma nodded and leaned in kissing her tenderly. “I've got you. I promise just try and focus on each moment and if it feels good.”
Emma's right hand moved between their bodies working its way inside Olivia's pants and panties. She felt the intensity of Emma's fingers as they slid down into her wetness.
“Oh God,” she gasped, and her knees went weak.
Emma laughed, holding her up in her strong, tanned arms. “Why don't you lie down City girl so I can do this properly?”
Olivia nodded, and Emma eased her down onto her back next to the herb garden. She was in the shade of the planter, but she could see the wide blue sky above her and the blazing sunshine. She closed her eyes as Emma's body weight pressed down into her, and Emma kissed her again. Olivia felt lost in it.
Emma's right hand moved further between her legs and Olivia felt her legs opening instinctively to allow Emma access.
“Can I take this off?” Emma asked, motioning to her pants and Olivia nodded again. It felt crazy as Emma eased her pants and underwear off her hips and slid them down her legs. Her pussy was exposed wide open to the sunshine, the daylight anyone who walked past. Although out here in the middle of nowhere, of course nobody would.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” Emma said running her hand down through her wetness. Olivia felt the slide of Emma's fingers through the slick heat of her desire.
She heard her own moan louder then she ever imagined. “Oh, god.”
“Does that feel good?” Emma asked while doing it again, running her fingers up down all around, sliding against a clitoris and the opening of her vagina.
“So good oh so good please don't stop,” Olivia whispered.
Emma's fingers continued playing with her and Olivia felt her hips rising to meet them. She suddenly desperately felt a need to feel them inside her.
It was as though Emma instinctively knew what she needed as she felt Emma's fingers at her entrance and Emma's lips at her ear, “Is this ok?” Emma asked.
Olivia nodded eagerly and she didn't care that she was eager. The feeling as Emma's fingers pressed into her opening her wide was the most delicious feeling she could ever imagine. She tried hard to do as Emma said and just focus on how good it feels and got it felt good.
Emma's fingers thrust in and out of her slowly and deeply beginning a rhythm that pleasure with every thrust. Olivia felt transported to another world. This was some thing she had never felt before in sex. She knew now that she had never really let go in sex because right now she was letting go and it felt incredible.
Moans were spilling from her mouth at every moment she felt Emma's fingers deep inside her.
“That's it baby. You feel so good.” Emma's voice in her ear was encouraging and sexy as hell.
Olivia felt her breath, quickening and her muscles loosening and when Emma growled in her ear, “Come for me, sweetheart,” her body responded almost instinctively shattering for Emma's fingers. Her orgasm cost through every inch of her body flooding with pleasure. She cried out loudly.
When Olivia eventually opened her eyes, she was dizzy with what had just happened.
Emma’s gaze lingered possessively on Olivia’s mouth before she slowly withdrew her fingers, leaving Olivia feeling achingly empty and yet profoundly satisfied. Emma leaned back slightly, clearly savoring the tension still lingering thickly between them.
“You keep lookin’ at me like that,” Emma said, a teasing smirk curving her lips, “and we won’t get a single thing done.”
Olivia lifted an eyebrow, matching Emma’s smirk with her own newfound confidence. “I don’t think I mind.”
Emma chuckled warmly, leaning in once more, brushing her lips tantalizingly close to Olivia’s ear, her voice a seductive whisper. “Good. Because, Olivia, we’ve barely begun.”
That night, as the desert lay silent beneath a dark velvet sky, Olivia sat up in bed, her journal resting open across her knees. The soft glow of the bedside lamp barely illuminated the pages, casting shadows across her hands as she began to write. The pen hovered hesitantly at first, as if afraid of the raw truths about to spill forth.
I don’t recognize myself.
Her handwriting was quick, messy, betraying the urgency she felt in her chest.
Today, in the garden, I became someone else, someone fierce and hungry, driven by a desire I never knew existed within me. Every inch of my body still burns with the memory of Emma’s touch. Her hands, her mouth, her strength...god, the way she looked at me, like she wanted to consume me, own me, take me apart until nothing remained but pure sensation. I want her again, right now, more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
Olivia swallowed, her heartbeat quickening as she continued.
