Olivia

Olivia held the elevator door open for Nora as she stepped into her darkened apartment. She reached out and flipped the light switch on the wall, bathing the loft in soft, warm light. She emptied her pockets onto the table beside the door and kicked off her heels.

“Make yourself at home,” she said as she slid her palm down to the small of Nora’s back, guiding her in toward the living room. “Do you want something to drink?” 

“Sure. Whatever you’re having.” Nora smiled as she wandered over to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the heart of Tribeca. “Your place is so beautiful! I didn’t really get a chance to take it all in last time I was here.” 

Olivia chuckled as she made her way to the bar cart in the corner of the room. “Yeah, I remember you being pretty preoccupied last time.” She turned and shot a wink at Nora just in time to watch the enticing crimson flush sweep across her cheeks. 

Olivia mixed up a couple of quick vodka cranberries and crossed the room toward Nora, extending one of the glasses to her. 

“To our first date,” Olivia said, raising her glass.

Nora laughed and Olivia wanted to record the sound and play it on a constant loop. “To our first date,” she echoed, clinking her glass against Olivia’s before raising it to her mouth for a delicate sip. 

Olivia moved closer, closing the distance between them as she skirted her fingers up Nora’s side, over the generous swell of her hip and the contour of her waist -

“Oh my god!” Nora gasped. Olivia’s eyes widened as she watched Nora fly to the other side of the room toward an accent table filled with knick knacks and old photos.

“How did I miss this picture before? Do you have a cat?” she asked excitedly, picking up the picture of Martha, the elderly calico that had passed away just a few months after that photo had been taken. 

Smiling, Olivia followed behind Nora. “That was Martha. A long time ago, I rented this shitty little basement apartment in Queens. She belonged to my landlord, Nancy. Honestly, Nancy was a real bitch.” Olivia chuckled. “But I liked her cat. So when she died, I offered to take Martha. She passed away last year.” 

Nora turned to face Olivia. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said, looking genuinely sad. 

Olivia smiled and took the picture from Nora, placing it back on the table next to the little blue box that held her ashes. 

“It’s okay. Martha was, like, twenty-two years old when she died. She lived way longer than the vet said she would when I first took her in. Even then, she was in relatively perfect health for a woman her age. Honestly, I think she had just had enough of my bullshit and was like, ‘See ya, loser.’”

Nora giggled. “Well I’m sure you gave her the best home while you had her.” Nora shone a brilliant smile at Olivia. “I’m a big cat lady in case you couldn’t tell. My baby’s name is Tony and he’s the absolute light of my life. He’s three-years-old and I would literally die for that furry little goblin.”

Olivia couldn’t help but laugh as she realized. “Your cat’s name is Tony? As in Tony Bennet?”

“R.I.P. to a real one,” Nora confirmed. “With a last name like Bennet, what kind of mother would I be if I passed up the opportunity to name my boy after such a legend?” Nora explained in a deadly serious tone. 

Olivia nodded her head in agreement, unable to keep the smile off her face. “So true. It sounds as though you really had no other choice,” she said, her voice growing huskier with each syllable.

“I really didn’t,” Nora agreed, her eyes drifting down to focus on Olivia’s lips before slowly moving back up to her eyes.

Olivia took a step forward, placing her hand on Nora’s hip. She gently pulled her in closer, nearly moaning when she was met with no resistance. Nora’s body clung to hers like a magnet, their curves and limbs fitting together like matching puzzle pieces. Olivia couldn’t remember anyone else’s body ever feeling this good against hers. 

Olivia pressed her lips to Nora’s in a soft, exploratory kiss. Savoring the sweet flavor of the cranberry juice on her mouth, Olivia lingered on Nora’s mouth, memorizing the feeling of her soft, cushiony lips on hers. She was determined to take her time with Nora. To draw out this night and their pleasure as much as she could. 

Breaking the kiss, Olivia pulled away, her fingers gliding down Nora’s bare arm until their fingers locked together. She pulled her toward the couch in the center of the room. Taking Nora’s drink from her, she set it down on the coffee table next to her own before sitting and pulling Nora down into her lap. 

“As stunning as you are in this dress, all I’ve been thinking about since the moment you walked into that restaurant is getting you out of it,” Olivia whispered into Nora’s ear as she traced a finger across her collar bone before venturing further down to glide her hand over Nora’s breast. Olivia closed her eyes and sighed as her thumb grazed over Nora’s hardened nipple through the thin fabric. 

Nora smiled as she responded, “Well, as a great writer once said, ‘I only bought this dress so you could take it off.’” 

Olivia chuckled as she quipped, “You know, I have always said that Taylor Swift is the greatest poet of our generation.” 

Olivia let her hands roam over the smooth skin of Nora’s thighs. God, she was a sucker for a pair of soft thighs wrapped around her hips… her waist… her neck… Olivia’s fingers slid under the silky fabric of Nora’s dress, pushing it up around her hips as Nora draped her arms over Olivia’s shoulders. 

“Jesus, you’re a Swiftie too? And here I thought I couldn’t possibly be more attracted to you,” Nora said in a breathless whisper. 

“Oh, baby, you have so much to learn about me.”

Nora met Olivia’s eyes with a hooded, lust-filled gaze as she lifted her hand to cup her cheek. “I can’t wait. I want to know everything about you.” 

In response, Olivia crashed her lips into Nora’s in a bruising kiss. Her fingers slid up the back of Nora’s scalp, tangling in her long chestnut waves as she pulled her closer. Nora writhed on top of Olivia, moaning softly as she ground herself against Olivia’s thighs. 

Nora’s hands moved to the hem of her dress. Lifting herself up slightly, she pulled the thin fabric up and over her head, letting it fall to the floor behind her. In nothing but a small, black thong, Nora’s body was bared to Olivia, her breasts mere inches from Olivia’s needy lips. 

Olivia surged forward, taking one of Nora’s nipples into her mouth. She sucked delicately on the stiff bud as her fingers found the other and rolled it between the pads of her thumb and index finger. Olivia closed her eyes and relished in the taste of Nora’s skin as she felt short nails scrape over her scalp, pushing through her hair. 

Nora’s hands moved down Olivia’s neck and over her chest until her fingers were pulling at the buttons of her top, opening the vest to expose the mesh of her sapphire-colored bra. Olivia gasped against the tops of Nora’s breasts as nimble fingers teased over the lacy material. 

Shrugging off her vest, Olivia reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, desperate to feel Nora’s hands on the heated skin of her chest. She dropped her bra to the cushion next to her and leaned back into the sofa, presenting her uncovered breasts to Nora. 

Carefully, as if she were an artist perfecting a masterpiece, Nora’s hands slid over Olivia’s skin. Drawing soft circles around her nipples, Nora traced the tips of her graceful fingers over Olivia’s breasts with focused precision. Olivia barely registered the sounds that fell, unbidden, from her own lips as she felt her nipples tighten into hard peaks under Nora’s skillful touch. 

Nora dipped her head down to plant a line of gentle kisses along Olivia’s collarbone. “I love how sensitive your nipples are,” Nora whispered between each plant of her lips on Olivia’s skin. 

Before Olivia could take a full breath of air into her lungs, Nora’s lips were pursed around her almost painfully erect nipple, sucking the stiffened bud into her mouth.

“Fuck!” she moaned. She barely even recognized the high-pitched trill of her voice as her head fell onto the back of the sofa. Electricity shot through every last inch of her body as Nora’s mouth worked its magic on her trembling skin. 

As Nora’s tongue, lips and teeth worshiped Olivia’s breasts, her hands found their way south, fingers unfastening the clasp and zipper of Olivia’s trousers. 

Olivia let out a nearly silent whimper as Nora pulled her mouth away from her breasts, leaving the wet skin chilled in the cool air of the room. 

Olivia watched as Nora lowered herself to the floor between her legs. Graceful fingers hooked around her waistband, pulling both her pants and underwear down Olivia’s thighs. Lifting her hips off the sofa cushion, Olivia helped Nora push her bottoms down until they were tossed to the side - a new addition atop the growing pile of discarded clothing on the floor. 

Olivia’s knees separated of their own volition. A silent invitation beckoning Nora inside. Begging, pleading for her to take what she wanted from Olivia. To devour her and unravel her thread by delicious thread. 

Olivia could hardly remember the last time she was this turned on. This electrified, her body coursing with volts of wanton need. 

But that wasn’t true actually. She very much did remember the last time she felt this way. It was only a week prior. And she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. Hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the feeling of Nora’s body writhing against her own. Couldn’t stop playing the soft sounds of her undoing over and over like the most beautiful song stuck in her head. 

And now, she knew she wouldn’t soon forget the sight of Nora on her knees, her arms wrapping tight around Olivia’s hips as she inched closer to her aching center. She wouldn’t forget the feeling of those full, pink lips as they placed soft kisses along the insides of her thighs. The sensation of Nora’s teeth scraping over her flesh, leaving bright red streaks behind, marking her pale skin. The feeling of those dark, silky waves between her fingers as Olivia pushed her hand through Nora’s hair, her palm on the back of her head, desperately pleading for her to move her enticing mouth to the place where Olivia needed her most. Where her desire for Nora was so evident Olivia was positive she must be absolutely dripping with arousal.

When Nora slid two fingers up through Olivia’s slit, separating her lower lips, Olivia’s mouth fell open with a whispered curse. And when Nora’s tongue traveled between those parted lips with a long, slow stroke, Olivia’s eyes squeezed shut as pure pleasure shot through each of her limbs, nerve endings firing all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes.

Olivia swallowed hard, willing herself to keep her cool. To not let herself go too soon. But as Nora’s tongue swirled tight circles around her hardened clit, she knew she wasn’t going to last long. 

Olivia opened her eyes and lifted her head to stare down at the woman making herself at home between her legs. With her right hand in Nora’s hair, she moved her left up to her breasts, massaging each one while she flicked her swollen nipples with her thumbs. 

“Can I use my fingers?” Nora mumbled breathlessly from below, her voice muffled by Olivia’s pussy on her lips. 

“God, yes! Please!” Olivia begged, spreading her legs even wider as she propped her foot up on the coffee table.

Olivia watched as Nora pulled her mouth away. Just enough to make out the glistening of her own wetness on Nora’s lips as it caught in the dim city lights streaming through the window. Nora looked up as she uncoiled an arm from around Olivia’s thigh to tease her fingertips around her soaked entrance. 

When Nora finally slipped two fingers inside, a low, growling moan spilled from Olivia’s lips. “Oh my God, yes! Just like that”

Her back arched off the sofa, and her toes curled tight around the edge of the table. She was so close, it took everything she had not to come right then and there.

But when Nora returned her pursed lips to Olivia’s clit, sucking her into her mouth as her fingers curled to hit the most sensitive spot inside her body, Olivia knew she was a goner. 

All it took were a few deftly orchestrated strokes of Nora’s fingers and a series of quick, rhythmic pulses of those perfect lips around her clit to completely unravel every last bit of control Olivia possessed. With a raspy, quivering moan and thighs trembling uncontrollably at either side of Nora’s head, Olivia came so intensely she would have sworn she’d actually felt the earth shift on its axis. 

Nora’s mouth and fingers were unrelenting, sucking and stroking to carry Olivia to the very end of her orgasm, only pulling away when Olivia’s body slackened, spent and satisfied.

Limbs limp and tingling with residual pleasure, Olivia sank into the sofa cushion. It wasn’t until she felt the weight of Nora’s body in her lap once again, her heavenly mouth marking the territory of Olivia’s throat, that she opened her eyes. Shifting their bodies so that Nora was lying on her back across the couch, Olivia covered Nora’s form with her own.

Olivia stared down at the woman that had just rocketed her body straight to the moon with no signs of coming back to earth any time soon. She had so quickly become completely enamored with those plush, pink lips, golden skin, and warm brown eyes that shone with flecks of pure honey when the light hit them just right. 

Perhaps it was nothing more than post-orgasm endorphins coursing through her body, but at this moment, Olivia was positive she could spend the rest of her life staring into those enchanting eyes. If only she could be so lucky. 

“What?” Nora said with a nervous chuckle. 

“Nothing,” Olivia said as she swept her fingers over Nora’s forehead, gently moving a few errant strands of hair out of her face. “I just like looking at you.”

Nora laughed again, and the sound made Olivia’s belly feel like someone had filled it full of sparklers and struck a match. She smiled with delight at the bright cherry-red flush that took over Nora’s cheeks. 

But there was a moment - so slight, Olivia thought she may have imagined it - that Nora’s smile faded and a look that Olivia couldn’t identify swept across her face. 

But before Olivia was able to think too much about it, Nora’s lips were on hers, hard and intense. Olivia tasted herself on Nora’s tongue, causing a fresh wave of arousal to drown out any other thoughts in her mind. 

Olivia slid a knee between Nora’s thighs, pressing it into her just hard enough to pull a sweet whimper from Nora’s lips. Olivia snaked her hand down between them, replacing her knee with her fingers as she palmed Nora’s pussy over the fabric of her underwear. 

“Damn, these panties are soaked. Is this all for me?” Olivia asked, her voice husky with renewed desire.

Nora nodded her head as she raised her hips to grind against Olivia’s hand. “Mhm… It’s all your fault,” she replied with a coy smile. 

“My fault?” Olivia said teasingly as she eased Nora’s panties to the side. “I guess I’d better take care of that then, huh?” 

Olivia stroked a finger through Nora’s slit, groaning as she felt the intensity of Nora’s arousal. She easily slid her finger into her, all the way up to the knuckle, smiling with satisfaction as Nora let out a soft moan. 

Olivia removed her finger slowly and lifted it to her mouth, sucking it between her lips and savoring Nora’s taste on her skin. 

“Come with me,” Olivia said as she lifted herself off the couch, extending a hand to help Nora up. “I know exactly what I want to do with you.”