Olivia looked up at the expanse of flawless, white stomach before her. She smiled as her lips passed over the mole on Alex's hip. She nuzzled the flesh beneath Alex's bellybutton and felt Alex's hand on the back of her head, fingers sliding through her hair. Olivia looked up at the underside of the blonde's forearm and saw the small scar from when eight-year-old Alex had hit her arm jumping off the end of the dock at her grandfather's cottage. She smiled again as she felt Alex's fingers stroke the back of her head.
She slid her hands under the sides of Alex's ribcage and lifted slightly, forcing the blonde to arch up off the bed towards her mouth. She gently kissed the underside of Alex's breast, her thumb stroking the small bruise where Alex had run into her locker at the gym. As she tilted her head to catch a glimpse of Alex's face, she thought to herself
I can't believe she's with me.
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Alex's eyes were shut tight, her head back against the pillow, breath coming ragged and uneven. Her past relationships had been (pretty much) satisfying... but average. Standard. Nothing to really make noise about.
But then she met Olivia, and it was oh-so-fucking-good that she wanted to scream.
Despite her love and affection for her detective, she still could not believe what an amazing lover she had turned out to be. Everything was a-maz-ing. After a month or so of tentative kisses, touching and exploring, Olivia had managed to coax Alex to the most mind-blowing orgasm she had ever had. Amidst the post-coital kisses and cuddling, Alex was near tears.
It had happened because Olivia had found... that spot.
She figured that everybody had it; that one spot that made them shudder, shake, unleash and come utterly unhinged. With other lovers... well... they had found that spot, but left it alone almost immediately. After the first stroke or flick, they would earn their moan of appreciation from Alex, and that would satisfy them; their egos could rest secure knowing that they could still please a beautiful woman. So they inevitably returned to their rhythmic thrusting that was... good. But standard.
They liked Alex's reaction, but really they didn't know the half of it.
The first time Olivia had found that spot- brushed it through Alex's underwear- Alex had gasped and Olivia had immediately taken notice. She had stopped, pulled back and fixed her eyes on Alex's face as she slowly, deliberately ran a finger back over the spot.
Alex had bitten her lip as she flushed bright red, terribly self-concious under Olivia's gaze. Olivia tilted her head in amusement as she increased the pressure of her hand, and Alex gave a small jump.
Olivia had frowned slightly, leaned forward and whispered in Alex's ear,
"Please, don't hold back."
Alex had taken a deep breath, shuddered again and let out a low moan that she hardly recognized as her own voice. She let her hips arch up into Olivia's touch, moving, showing her where and how she wanted the pressure.
So it wasn't really fair to the past lovers, she supposed, because she had been holding back all that time.
Anyway, that's what it was about . Olivia was there for Alex; her pleasure, her enjoyment. Olivia had a mission, a goal, a project; Alex's orgasm. And the detective studied hard; she memorized Alex's responses, saw clues that Alex didn't even know she was giving. Alex remembered her shock when Olivia had informed her that two minutes before she would orgasm, she clenched her jaw. The slightest response or signal from Alex's body registered with Olivia, who responded accordingly and with patience, dedication, and love. Some of the qualities that made her good at her job.
Alex was zapped back into the moment as the latest Olivia-induced orgasm washed over her. Before she slipped away into thoughtless oblivion, Alex had one final thought,
I can't believe she's with me.
