When Olivia finally spoke, it was a whisper against Emma’s shoulder, wonder softening the edges of the words. “I’ve never felt like this. Not with anyone.”
“I know,” Emma said, and she did. She tightened her hold, one arm under Olivia’s thighs to keep her off the cold stone, the other banded across her back. She pressed her mouth to Olivia’s temple. “Me neither, darlin’. Not even close.”
They stayed there within the roar, letting the cold rinse the heat from their skin while the heat lingered everywhere it mattered. Emma felt the truth slide into place with the same inevitability as the water, an admission she’d been bracing against and couldn’t any longer.
Olivia wasn’t just hers to protect.
She was hers to lose.
The thought cut. Emma adjusted her grip and lowered Olivia back to the slick ledge with tenderness she didn’t bother to hide.“We’re going to be careful,” she said quietly, not as a hedge but as a vow. “And I’m going to take care of you.” She kissed Olivia’s forehead, then her mouth, one slow, sealing kiss, before the two of them stepped out of the waterfall together, skin humming, steadied by the fact that neither of them was walking out of this alone.
By the time they returned to Emma’s cabin, the desert sky was ablaze from the sunset, rich hues of violet and crimson bleeding into twilight. Their clothes clung damply to their bodies, skin flushed from the lingering heat of their earlier intimacy and the warmth of the late-day sun.
Emma barely managed to close the cabin door behind them before Olivia’s mouth was on hers—hungry, urgent, fearless.
“Emma,” Olivia murmured between searing kisses, fingers already tugging impatiently at the soaked fabric of Emma’s shirt. “I want?—”
“Tell me,” Emma encouraged roughly, her voice a low command that brooked no resistance. She grabbed Olivia’s wrists gently but firmly, pinning them against the door, pressing her thigh possessively between Olivia’s legs. “Tell me exactly what you want, Liv.”
Olivia’s eyes went dark, pupils blown wide with arousal. Emma felt a rush of fierce pride at the boldness glittering there, the way Olivia’s breath came faster, more ragged, her pulse racing visibly at the hollow of her throat.
“I want your mouth on me again,” Olivia whispered fiercely, gaze locked unflinchingly onto Emma’s. “Slowly. Everywhere. I want you to taste how much I need you.”
Emma groaned, eyes fluttering closed briefly, pleasure coursing like wildfire through her veins. God, she loved this side of Olivia—the daring, bold woman who wasn’t afraid to voice her desires openly, to demand exactly what she needed. Emma hadunleashed something beautifully fierce within Olivia, and she intended to savor every thrilling moment of it.
She captured Olivia’s mouth again in a slow kiss, hands releasing Olivia’s wrists and moving down the length of her body, sliding beneath the hem of her dress and tracing upward, fingertips grazing the tender skin of her thighs, hips, and ribs. Olivia trembled beneath her touch, breath hitching, hips instinctively pressing closer, seeking more.
“You have no idea what it does to me to hear you talk like that,” Emma murmured darkly against Olivia’s parted lips. “But I plan to show you exactly how much I like it.”
Emma peeled the damp dress from Olivia’s body, discarding it carelessly onto the floor, leaving Olivia bare, pussy flushed and breathtakingly beautiful. Olivia reached for Emma’s clothes next, hands impatient and demanding, stripping them away until they both stood naked, heated skin pressed against skin, pulse beating against pulse.
Emma guided Olivia down onto the wide bed, pinning her gently beneath her weight, reveling in the heat and softness of Olivia’s body arching up against her. She dipped her head to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down Olivia’s throat, collarbone, and the swell of her breasts, pausing to circle her tongue slowly, teasingly around one sensitive nipple, feeling Olivia shudder violently beneath her.
“Emma, please,” Olivia gasped breathlessly, her voice raw and pleading.
Emma lifted her head slowly, meeting Olivia’s gaze with fiery intensity. “Tell me exactly what you want,” she commanded again, her voice husky and possessive. “I want to hear you say it.”
Olivia’s breathing hitched, eyes blazing with newfound confidence and raw desire. “I want your mouth on me, Emma. I want you to make me come so hard I forget everything else.”
Emma’s answering growl was primal, low, and deeply satisfied. “Good girl.”
She moved down Olivia’s trembling body, pressing kisses to the curve of her belly, the sensitive dip of her hips, until she reached the soft, slick heat between her thighs. Emma settled there, shoulders pressing Olivia’s thighs, savoring the vulnerability of her naked sex and trust Olivia freely gave her.
“Emma, ” Olivia whimpered softly, fingers tangling desperately in Emma’s hair, hips already rising urgently to meet her mouth.
Emma’s mouth closed over her slowly, dragging a long, luxurious stroke with her tongue, tasting Olivia’s sharp sweetness, relishing the way she cried out and arched against her, helplessly demanding more. Emma took her time, pushing Olivia higher, exploring and claiming every inch of her with ruthless precision.
She felt Olivia unraveling beneath her, breath hitching in broken gasps, hips rocking desperately against her mouth. Olivia’s cries grew louder, urgent, as pleasure built steadily to an almost unbearable peak.
“Please, Emma, don’t stop,” Olivia gasped, voice breaking with need. “I need?—”
Emma’s mouth sealed over her again with fierce determination, tongue moving in rhythmic strokes, sending wave after wave of devastating pleasure cascading through Olivia’s trembling body. Olivia cried out Emma’s name again, her climax explosive, shattering, a fierce release that left her shaking, gasping, utterly undone beneath Emma’s touch.
When Olivia finally fell back onto the sheets trembling with aftershocks, Emma rose slowly, crawling up Olivia’s body and capturing her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss, allowing Olivia to taste herself on Emma’s tongue.
“You’re so beautiful when you let go,” Emma murmured roughly, stroking Olivia’s damp hair from her face, savoring her flushed, vulnerable expression. “Do you know that?”
Olivia smiled faintly, breathless and glowing. “Only because I trust you.”
