Okay, you guys, the time has come. Smut alert *insert wailing sirens* because I'm getting impatient and I've had this chapter figured out for much longer than I had the previous chapter. I have the scene for the next chapter all ready to go. Sorry that it took so long to post this one- I had family visiting the past week.
Seven o'clock had rolled around much quicker than Olivia expected. She barely had time to stop home to change into some antiquated workout garb before arriving at Alex's yoga studio. Rifling through the bottom drawers of her dresser, she struggled to find clothes that were socially acceptable enough to wear in a yoga class. The bulk of her workout clothes were acquired around the time she graduated from college, meaning that many of her old t-shirts were stained, worn through, or just plain ugly. She didn't mind wearing them in her own apartment or when she was working out in the gym at the 1-6, but she knew that they wouldn't fit in at a yoga class. Settling on a plain pair of black leggings and a loose v neck t-shirt, she stuffed the rejected clothes back into her drawer haphazardly and ran to catch the subway.
Somehow, Olivia arrived to the studio first. She gave her name to the woman at the front desk, explaining that she was a guest of Alex Cabot. "Ahh yes, Alex," the woman said in recognition. "You're all set. Allison will call you in when she's ready." Olivia thanked her and sat down on a large windowsill, taking in her surroundings.
Her fellow yoga attendees, as suspected, were donned in trendy, matching workout sets. Most of the people there were women who looked to be in their 20s and early 30s, and there were two men, chatting with each other cordially. Some of the women were wearing leggings and just a sportsbra, and with the way their bodies looked, Olivia couldn't blame them. All of a sudden, she felt self-conscious of her lack of preparedness. She looked down at her loose shirt and crossed her arms around her stomach.
"Long time, no see!" A cheery voice greeted her. Olivia turned around to see an unusually perky Alex carrying a pastel yellow yoga mat and some sort of square foam block that Olivia did not know the purpose of. She was wearing baby blue yoga pants and a black parka that opened up to reveal a tight-fitting white tank top. She noted that the straps peeking out from underneath her tank top were the same color of baby blue as her pants. Matching sportsbra, Olivia thought, and it took all of her willpower to start a coherent conversation.
"Aren't you chipper," Liv joked.
"Yes, I am chipper," Alex responded matter-of-factly. "I am chipper because I've convinced you to participate in the joys of yoga with me."
"More like bribed me into it," Olivia corrected. "Don't think I've forgotten about the hot chocolate afterwards."
Alex opened her mouth to respond, but Liv kept talking. "And not Starbucks hot chocolate, either. I want expensive, gourmet chocolatier hot chocolate."
Alex rolled her eyes good-naturedly at Olivia's requests. "My wish is your command."
A woman with a long french braid running down her back, presumably Allison, the instructor, called them into the studio. Olivia trailed behind Alex, tagging along like a puppy unwilling to go on a walk. Alex tugged at the hem of Olivia's shirt and motioned for her to come up to the front of the studio.
"Oh hell no," Olivia said once Alex laid her mat out in the front and center of the room, in front of the mirrors.
"You'll be able to see your body better! So you know what you're doing right or wrong," Alex explained.
"Fine. But I'm standing behind you. I have no idea what I'm doing and I'm gonna have to copy you the whole time."
"That's fine with me," Alex agreed.
Olivia walked to the side of the room where the studio's yoga mats were piled up. She grabbed one from the top of the pile, and seeing that everyone in the room had one of those blocks next to them, took one of those, too.
Alex's yellow mat was already set up, and she was stretching out in some position where her hands were splayed out in front of her, her feet were behind her and she was bent so that her ass was raised up towards the ceiling. Downward dog, Liv remembered.
Olivia continued staring at Alex's movements while she set up her own equipment. Sitting crossed-legged, Olivia stretched out her tanned arms in front of her, keeping her head bowed down but her eyes up towards Alex, who was still pointing her rounded little bottom upwards. She arched her back a little more and looked through her legs towards Olivia, subtly moved her ass from side, and smirked.
This is already worth it, Olivia thought. Alex crawled down to her hands and knees and started arching and contracting her back, like a cat would do upon waking up. Olivia's gaze traveled across every inch of her spandex-clad lower limbs, up towards her flat stomach, and towards her chest. She momentarily worried that her rapidly growing wetness would be evident through her leggings, then sighed a breath of relief when she remembered that she was wearing black.
After switching on some soundtrack that featured unnaturally loud rainforest noises, the instructor called everyone to start in child's pose. Olivia made desperate eye contact in the mirror with Alex, who immediately got into her position. Liv imitated her, kneeling down and lowering her torso and arms onto the ground.
The instructor began to give different commands and listed positions in rapid succession, none of which held any meaning to Olivia. The class may as well have been taught in an entirely different language. But after a while of copying her coworker and the object of her desire, she started to get the hang of it. She learned that downward dog almost always led into chaturanga, which reminded Olivia of a slow push-up in reverse. Then, she would go into cobra position, which seemed obvious enough. Although it was helpful to watch Alex repeat the motions of the sun salutation, she couldn't help but get distracted by the roundness of her ass as it sat perched right in front of Olivia's face. There were a dozen of other gorgeous, young yoga-conditioned bodies in the studio, but Alex was the sole focus of her attentions.
Alex, who was aware that Olivia would be mirroring her every move, was putting in double her usual effort. Her pale skin was beginning to perspire, and small beads of sweat were beginning to travel down her chest and down her sports bra. Glancing back towards Olivia, she reached for her tank top and pulled it over her head and lazily tossed it on the floor by the mirror. She discreetly looked at Liv in the mirror and noticed her chest heaving slightly, and wondered if the class was really that vigorous, or if she had something to do with her physical reaction. She studied Liv's breasts which were spilling out from underneath her v-neck. Glistening with sweat, they were round, full and perfect.
In Liv's mind, she became the yoga instructor, padding around the room in bare feet, stepping softly around bent bodies and closely inspecting the gorgeous blonde specimen in front of her. She imagined running her hand up the length of the backside of her lengthy limbs, caressing each inch. She would study every bit of bare skin on her stomach and back that was now exposed, after Alex had stripped her shirt. She would give anything to steady her hips, under the pretense of making an adjustment. As the instructor patted Alex on a postured shoulder and praised her navasana position, jealousy bubbled up from within Liv with violence. She would have given anything to feel Alex's skin in such an intimate area.
By the end of the class, Liv had not only gotten used to the positions but actually became fond of them. Maybe it was just having Alex's beautiful body to stare at right in front of her for an hour, but she felt unusually relaxed and in touch with her sensual side after the class was over. She felt more than properly stretched out, and it was a gift to be able to see Alex in such limited clothing.
The women collected their belongings and walked leisurely into the lobby of the studio.
"So? Thoughts?" Alex beamed at her hopefully.
"Well..." Liv pretended to grimace.
"Aw, no, I'm sorry I made you..." Alex's face fell, and Liv quickly interrupted her.
"No! No, I'm just kidding. It was actually much more enjoyable than I expected," Liv admitted.
"I knew it," Alex smiled and slapped Olivia's slick arm playfully. Olivia pulled her arm back, embarrassed by how much the class had made her sweat.
"Sorry that you had to feel my sweaty arm. One of the drawbacks of yoga, I guess," Liv mumbled, feeling self-conscious.
"Please. That just means you did it right. Here. You can have your sweat back," Alex said, wiping the sweat from her hand on Olivia's behind. Olivia jumped at the contact and widened her eyes, staring at Alex's smug little face.
Liv gave Alex a light smack on her bottom, and Alex gasped. "Hey!" She said mock-accusingly, holding her hand to her left lower cheek.
"Just karma." Olivia felt her nipples hardening underneath her sports bra and crossed her arms self-consciously over her chest.
"You know what else will be karma? When you're so sore you can't walk tomorrow."
"Eh, nothing I'm not used to," Olivia teased and then winked at Alex. I'm openly flirting with this woman, Olivia thought. What has gotten into me?
"Is that so, Detective?" Alex raised her eyebrows and laughed. "As promised, let's go get that hot chocolate. Your reward for surviving yoga."
"Yes," Liv said in agreement. Olivia thought of the beautiful woman with her arms outstretched over her head, her flat stomach peeking out from underneath her tight tank top. "My reward."
The ladies made a habit of going to the yoga class after or before work, sometimes twice a week. Just shy of two months had passed, and they hadn't missed a week yet.
One winter evening, Liv, Alex and a fellow yoga-goer, Claire, walked out of the yoga studio and into the main lobby of the gym, chests heaving and skin glistening with sweat. Alex's dampened, gray sports bra revealed reddened, splotchy skin from the intense movement over the past hour. Indoors, it was much too warm for the coats they would have to put on before braving the arctic Manhattan winter, so the three of them chatted after class to cool off. They discussed the joys and perils of hot yoga, the books they had been reading, and the events of the previous weekend. Liv attempted to keep her thoughts focused on the conversation, nonchalantly chatting while occasionally sneaking glances at Alex's round little ass in her skin tight, purple leggings. She crossed and squeezed her legs together in response to the ceaseless pulsing she felt between her thighs.
"It's so cold. I wish you guys lived near me, so I wouldn't have to traverse the streets of the Upper West Side alone." Alex frowned at the other two women dramatically.
"My car's parked in the lot around the block- do you want a ride? I have to move it anyways." Liv tried not to show how hopeful she was.
Alex looked at her sheepishly. "I wouldn't want to be a burden…" Liv could tell that she was just being nice. It was easily a half an hour trip back for her otherwise, in the arctic weather, at that.
"Don't be silly. I'll drive you." She grinned, and Alex's plump lips upturned in response. Liv looked at Claire. "Do you want one, too?"
She scrunched her eyebrows and shook her head "no" quickly. "I live a couple blocks uptown. By the time we walk to your car, I'd have already reached my place, but thanks anyways!"
They exchanged goodbyes and Claire headed off in her own direction. Liv and Alex bundled up in their winter garb and braced themselves for the outdoors.
"JEEZ." Alex struggled to push the large, glass door open, which resisted against the violent wind. Liv stood next to her and they pushed together, and the door went flying open. They grabbed each others' arms to steady themselves, laughing. Liv snuck a glance at her icy blue eyes, and they met hers. Their laughs subsided into to soft smiles and they kept walking towards the parking lot.
The two women climbed into Olivia's cruiser, which was much messier than she had hoped she had left it. She quickly threw some miscellaneous items into the back seat, including a spare sock and a ziplock filled with pretzels, and buried them under a spare coat. Liv started the car with difficulty, it sputtering and stalling before starting up. After warming up a bit, she started driving towards the direction of Alex's apartment. Her pulse raced when she thought about the first time she stepped foot in Alex's home, remembering how deliciously the attorney writhed atop her bedsheets.
They continued their conversation with ease, Liv often looking in her direction. Alex's profile was beautiful. Her nose was immaculately sloped, and led to her perfectly curvy lips. When she laughed, Liv would notice her lips part to reveal her square little teeth and she couldn't help but smile too.
Over the course of their previous yoga sessions (and tea/hot chocolate/wine sessions after yoga ended), the women had gotten comfortable enough to talk about their past and current love lives, or lack thereof. Olivia had been delighted to find out that Alex was not currently seriously seeing anyone, but to her dismay, never mentioned anything explicitly about being interested in women. Then again, Liv never outwardly shared her curiosities about and desires for women with Alex. Naturally, Liv was cautious to do so for fear of judgment, but she also knew that if she confessed her attraction to women, there would be no question in Alex's mind that she was attracted to Alex. Liv constantly went back and forth between wanting to share this burden and wanting to keep it closeted for as long as possible.
This particular evening, after Alex complained about how she was struggling to maintain interest in any of her recent love interests, Liv hesitated before speaking next, thinking about how she would word what she was going to say. Her sexuality was a topic that was now at the forefront of her thoughts, and it was growing exhausting to withhold that from Alex. She was terrified of being judged, but she brushed aside her concerns and decided to be frank with her friend.
"Now that you mention it, it's been strange, lately. Ever since my last breakup, it's been challenging for me to even feel attracted to men. I'll think I am sometimes, and then I'll either realize that I wasn't, or I'll get over it almost immediately. Maybe I'm just…damaged from my breakup…It's like I haven't been the same since." Alex nods a nod of encouragement and understanding. "But lately, I don't know. It's not major. but I've been…" Liv inhaled sharply and quickly before spitting out the next part. "…I've been- and only on rare occasions- attracted to some women." Liv glanced over at Alex to gauge her reaction. She was looking at Liv intently, poised and inquisitive. She didn't seem shocked or disgusted, but for someone as composed as Alex, it was difficult to decrypt her facial expressions into meaning.
Liv kept blabbering on. "I've always been attracted to men before this, so maybe, it's a phase. I mean, maybe I'm just curious?" Liv sighed. "I sound crazy." Liv looked at her, exasperated and awaiting her reaction with jumping nerves. She wondered if Alex would see through the vagueness of her words and wonder if she was the object of her desires.
Alex kept her eyes straight ahead, processing Liv's sentiments, but Liv could see the compassion in them. "No, that all sounds totally normal."
Liv sighed again, this time, a sigh of relief. "I know, I hear these stories all of the time, especially at work, but it's surreal now that it's something I'm personally experiencing. Have you ever felt like this? I just feel so strange, thinking that all of this time, I've known myself."
Alex finally looked over at her. "No, it's not strange. They say that everyone is at least a little gay. 'Sexuality is a spectrum', yadda yadda." She smiled. "I haven't ever been with a woman, but I'm sure it would be lovely. Women are beautiful..." She held onto Liv's gaze with ferocity. "...and men kind of suck." She chuckled nervously, and Liv joined along. Liv's heart seemed to leap a mile out of its place, gaining hope with velocity now.
"I feel better after sharing that with you. I've been so stuck in my own head- I've been reserved about telling my other friends. Not that they wouldn't be accepting of it or anything, but they might think differently of me, you know?"
She nodded, almost knowingly. "I would never judge you." She gave Liv another smile, but this one was warmer. Warmer, and also tinted with something else- flirtatiousness?
Meanwhile, Liv pulled up to Alex's apartment and put the car in park, clicking her blinker into place. The women sat there for a bit before Liv conjured up something to say. She didn't really have a plan of action after confessing her feelings- she secretly hoped Alex would make a move on her. What a ridiculous thought.
Liv turned her body to face Alex's. She rubbed her hands together as if she were attempting to conjure heat, despite the fact that the car had been blasting heat for the entirety of their trip. "Well, thanks for listening to all of my inner turmoils yet again. It's just something that's been on my mind a lot."
"Of course. Actually…" Alex chewed on her lip before letting it go, and then looked up at Liv through her thick, curled, jet-black lashes. She was sitting on her hands, as if they might move recklessly if not safeguarded. "…I've had some of those thoughts, too."
Liv's heart did a flip. She was sure Alex could hear it tumbling about and thudding in the silence of the car. "You…have?" Liv wanted her to keep talking, so she tried to think of an open-ended question. "What kinds of thoughts?"
She couldn't quite make it out under the yellow glow cast over her face by the streetlight, but judging by her facial expression, Liv made an informed guess that Alex was blushing.
"You can tell me. No judgments here, clearly, after everything I've told you." Liv forced out a nervous chuckle.
Alex inhaled a breath similar Liv's before she confessed her own private affairs. "I'd like to sleep with a woman. At least, I think I would want to."
Liv almost did a dance, confined only by the space of the car seat and of embarrassment. I knew I wasn't making up those signs I'd seen, Liv thought to herself, triumphantly. But just because she'd sleep with a woman, it doesn't necessarily mean she'd do it with me. But she had made so much progress. She had gotten so far. She had picked the depths and crevices of Alex's brain and studied her like she would for the most critical exam of her life. She had read into Alex's words, signals and body language luxuriously as if she were an erotic, romantic novella personified. Liv had to know. "Well…" Liv shifted her weight in the plush seat, moving an almost imperceptible fraction closer to Alex. Liv's dark lips parted subconsciously, and she dared to examine Alex, admiring her statuesqueness. Alex's gaze was directed downwards, concentrated, but not steely. "We could find out right now, if you want," Liv croaked, in a half whisper. Liv wasn't sure her words had even materialized, confident that they were just a figment of her imagination. Her heart strummed against her sternum with worrying ferocity.
Alex turned to Liv now, blue eyes wide, eyebrows furrowed in studiousness, and mouth open in slight shock. Deep, thick shadows enveloped her jawline and the hollows of her cheekbones. They were now more than women, but two entities, shaken vigorously out of their comfort zones, into a cloak of vulnerability. Liv, hardly able to grasp onto any sense of reality or awareness that this wasn't indeed a dream, seized this state as an opportunity. Liv reached out her toned, olive arm, caressed the back of Alex's lithe neck, softly clutching a fistful of her honey blonde hair, and kissed her.
And she kissed Liv right back.
it was unbelievable. It was tender, intense, delicious.
The sweetest sigh escaped from Olivia's throat; a physical release of the relief and desire that emanated from within. Their tongues were rolling, flicking; mouths sucking, biting. Olivia's hands roamed up and down Alex's lengthy curves- up her thighs, then her sides, over her collarbones and down the shallow crevice between her breasts. Alex broke the kiss to tilt her head back and moan, soft and breathily. Liv sucked at her neck, skin glowing pale white in the streetlight. Her hands ran through her blonde locks and back to her shirt, where her hands found their way into Alex's sportsbra. Small but firm, her breasts were as glorious as Olivia had imagined them.
Her nipples hardened at Liv's touch. She was greedy in her fondling, grabbing handfuls of both breasts and then quickly massaging her nipples. Meanwhile, Olivia kissed her neck, alternating between small sucks and messy lapping with her tongue. She breathed in Alex's scent at the back of her neck. She smelled and tasted a bit of salt, which wasn't surprising because of how sweaty they had gotten during yoga. Alex was cautious with her hands, but she held them around Olivia's back, slowly caressing her. Liv's mouth returned to Alex's lips, encouraging and coaxing her with her tongue.
"Mmm," Alex purred, almost inaudibly. Liv increased the intensity of her caresses when she heard Alex's sounds of pleasure. After a few minutes of vigorous making out and fondling, Liv slowly let her hand travel lower and lower down her thigh, then up and down in the space between her thighs. Her hand moved closer and closer to Alex's pelvis, but without making any sudden moves. Alex put her hand on Olivia's upper chest and slowly broke the kiss.
"Hmm?" Liv said, dreamily and hungrily.
Alex looked at her through hooded eyes. "I, I want to do more." Her breaths were short and interrupted.
"Me too." Olivia smiled mischievously and dove in to suck on her soft white skin on her neck.
Alex laughed and caught her head so she had to look up at her. "For what I want to do, we won't have room in the car."
Olivia instantly became ten times wetter than she already was. Her core was throbbing with want and need. It had been eons since she had felt lust this strongly. "Okay," she whispered, unable to collect her thoughts any further.
Olivia kissed her deeply before throwing the car into drive and finding a spot acceptable enough to leave the police cruiser. Alex stroked the inside of her thigh as she parked the car. Unclicking her seatbelt, Olivia threw open the door to the car. The women both slammed their doors shut and half-jogged to the entrance of the luxurious building. Liv gave her a hard spank on her ass and giggled as Alex took her hand and led her past the doorman and into the elevator.
The women stood at opposite sides of the elevator, each gripping the railing behind them for dear life. Liv started to reach out to grab Alex's hand but shook her head to halt her. "As much as I want to ravish you right now, I don't want to give Antonio a free show," Alex murmured, eyes glancing up towards the camera in the corner of the elevator. Olivia nodded in agreement, eyes wide.
After a small eternity, the elevator doors opened, Alex fumbling through her gym bag to find the key to open her deadbolt. Voices echoed through the hallway, and they noticed that a man and a woman at the far side of the hallway were walking in their direction. Olivia smoothed her own hair quickly and then reached out to tuck a piece of Alex's blonde locks back behind her ear. Alex adjusted her shirt to hide the cleavage that was revealed when Liv pulled down her shirt. The man and the woman ceased their conversation as they passed by, smiling and giving a small nod of acknowledgment. As the strangers continued on towards the elevator, Liv quickly pecked Alex on the cheek, and she blushed as she turned the deadbolt and punched in her door code.
To Olivia's surprise, Alex shut the door behind them but didn't move to kiss her. Instead, she took Olivia's hand confidently, strode them both into the bedroom, where she shut the door and quietly locked it. Liv went to sit on the bed, rigid and slightly awkward. Alex turned to face Olivia, blue eyes ablaze with desire. "Where were we?" She murmured.
Olivia's insides burned. Liv approached Alex, took her by her wide, thin hips, pushed her against the door, and kissed her once again.
They resumed their licking, sucking, and caressing. Olivia took both of her bony wrists and held them above her head. Alex writhed underneath her as she kissed her neck, then her protruding collarbones, then down her cleavage. Olivia licked the tops of her breasts where they were visible and finally released her hands so she could see more of her body. She looked Alex in the eyes for approval as she toyed with the bottom of her shirt, gently nudging it upwards to indicate that she wanted to remove it. Before Liv could make a move, Alex took the edges and ripped it off of her head, followed quickly by her tight sports bra. Olivia looked in awe at her stomach, then her pale, perky white tits. Liv gasped breathily before she took Alex's pink right nipple into her mouth, flicking her tongue around it, and sucking tenderly on it.
Alex dragged them to the bed, where she straddled the detective against the headboard. "I can't believe this is happening," Alex whispered with awe. "It doesn't seem real."
Olivia looked up at Alex, placing one hand on her hairline by her temples, stroking her soothingly with her thumb. "This is real," she assured, and closed her warm, wet mouth around Alex's nipple again.
Alex was soaking up the delightful sensations that Olivia was delivering, but she began to feel more and more needy as the time went on. Her delicate hands pulled at Olivia's clothing, signaling for her to remove them. Olivia paused to take off the clothing on her upper half, as well as her leggings. She was left in a pair of dark red panties. Alex admired her lover's strong, sturdy yet feminine shape, and mirrored Olivia's earlier actions on her breasts. Alex savored the way the weight of Liv's soft breast felt in her hand, and how she could almost taste the creaminess of her olive skin as she sucked on her areola.
Alex circled her fingertips over the front of Olivia's cheekies and noticed the wetness seeping through the fabric. Alex moaned in surprise and Olivia whimpered helplessly.
"I want to make you come. So badly. Please." Alex panted as she pushed her long digits into Olivia's soaked center.
"You first," Olivia countered, and without further ado, Liv slipped one, then two fingers past Alex's leggings and thong, and into her folds, wasting little time in pushing them where Alex most wanted to feel them. Alex cried out and let herself collapse against the bed.
Alex was sure she was going to explode. Or that the world would implode around her. Olivia's fingers were pure magic, making her body buzz regardless of where she was touched.
Becoming frustrated with the limited space allowed by Alex's leggings, Olivia dragged them down her long legs, accidentally taking her panties off with it. She froze and looked up at the woman straddling her. Alex was completely naked, and naked for her. Liv could smell her scent rising from underneath her curls, and it was intoxicating.
"Liv..." Alex pleaded, taking her hand and placing it again in her folds. "I want you to."
Olivia didn't move right away, but as Alex began to grind her hips down on her fingers, she snapped back to attention and resumed the fervid movements of her fingers.
Using the music of Alex's moans as a guide, Liv's mouth traveled down to the attorney's pelvis, without ceasing her hand movements. Seeking permission from the attorney, who was now pushed on her back, she gazed deep into the blonde's eyes as her mouth hovered above her mound.
Alex nodded, her thick lips parted, as she opened her legs further and allowed the detective access to her most intimate area. When Olivia finally darted her tongue out to take a long, deep taste of her lover, Alex cried out in bliss.
Olivia used her lips to suckle onto Alex's engorged bud, and flicked her tongue over it, daintily and with tenderness. Alex let out an "oh" of contentment, and placed her hands in Liv's luscious locks. She caressed Liv's scalp when she increased the intensity of her sucking, giving her a sign of approval.
Alex nudged Liv's face downwards more, at first gingerly, then with more force. She held it there as she squeaked out, "Right. There. Don't stop."
Olivia, incredibly turned on from Alex's pleasure, attempted to continue her ministrations without changing anything. After a few minutes, she lifted her lips off of Alex to ask her, "How is it feeling, Alex?" She suppressed the sudden desire to call Alex "honey", unsure of which depth that sudden burst of affection had risen from.
Her words came out in a long, velvety murmur. "Lovely, Olivia." She paused. "You are so wonderful." She meant the words with every ounce of muscle and blood in her heart.
Liv's touches were not necessarily skilled, nor what Alex would do if she was pleasuring herself, but it was an intuitive kind of lovemaking that came along with being a woman herself. Alex found herself genuinely enjoying the surprises that Liv was delivering to her, treasuring each one as it came.
Despite the blatant infatuation being consummated between the two women, both of their women had their own worries and reservations. At the moment, Liv was worried about her performance. While she had dreamt, in detail, countless times, of the things she would love to do to and with Alex, she couldn't help but wonder if she was doing a satisfactory job. Aside from asking her again, the best thing she could do was use her noises and body language as a guide.
Alex regretfully thought that she had suffered difficulties finishing during sexual encounters with men in the past. Having an orgasm with someone else wasn't impossible, but it was often time-consuming and extremely situational. She found herself giving up in the moment, and later completing the task by herself, occasionally with the help of a vibrator. She remembered countless nights where she laid for over half an hour, naked between the sheets, frustrated and disappointed that she barely had the motivation and attitude to orgasm. Sometimes, she'd thrust her mint-green toy inside of her, fingers dancing along her clitoris, brushing and tapping at orchestrated moments only she could possibly know were composed, and fell down from her high. Other nights, she would doze off from boredom before completing her task, hand still shoved between the trimmed curls on her mound and the waistband of her sweatpants.
Alex felt all of that anxiety arise, along with new stressors, as her curvaceous lover continued to stroke her pulsing folds. She worried that her body would reject a woman's touch simply because of the unfamiliarity of the situation, or that potentially Olivia was having second thoughts about her first experience pleasuring a woman.
But no, no, Alex scolded herself mentally. Her body alone was an indicator of her enjoyment of Liv's ministrations- she hadn't felt this wet since her sexual interactions with her first love. As for Liv's desire, Alex was positive that Liv would never pretend to be comfortable with the situation if she wasn't, but she decided to get some peace of mind.
"Liv, can I ask you something?" Alex timidly asked between small pants.
"Mhm," Liv mumbled into Alex's womanhood, not bothering to look up. The vibrations resounded around her clit and she almost found her next inquiry a bit unnecessary.
"Do you want me?" She instantly felt silly, like a teenage girl seeking approval from a hot guy on the swim team.
It was then that Liv looked up with her big, brown eyes, mouth still pressed against Alex. Concern flew out of Alex's body as Liv pressed a wet, sloppy, but intimate kiss against her core, brought her hands up to embrace the bones of Alex's distinct jawline, cupping her face gently like a soothing cup of tea on a rainy day, and enveloped her lips in a slow, passionate kiss. Alex could only compare this to the way a first kiss should feel- the rest of the world shattering around them, leaving only vast, white light for the women to bask in as they become the sole occupants of their new universe. Nothing else existed, mattered even a bit. Only Liv, sharing Alex's own juices with her, milking out Alex's desire.
After an indeterminate amount of time passed, Liv broke the kiss to confirm the answer to Alex's question, which was about as obvious as a blinking neon sign at this point. Still, Liv wanted no more doubts to reside in Alex's mind, as she, herself, was exceedingly confident in her desires for this woman.
Liv stared at Alex, still holding her face, only breaking eye contact to blink. "God, Alex, there are no words to describe how badly I want you."
Thinking that it would be a disservice to leave Liv alone in her confession, Alex replied breathily, "You took the words right from my mouth." And Alex delved her tongue deep into Liv's mouth, in search for those words.
At this point, Alex's body was responding to Liv's stimuli aggressively. She briefly wondered how when some people touched her, in an almost identical way, she was unresponsive. When Liv caressed her, though, her body came alive- each neuron firing up on command with Liv's touch.
After giving some attention to the upper half of Alex, Olivia returned to her lower half again, burying her face in between Alex's milky thighs again. Her mouth latched onto Alex's clit, sucking it softly and flicking it with her tongue. Listening to Alex's whimpers grow needier, she pushed her fingers into Alex again, which the blonde accepted and welcomed with zeal.
The nature of their sex was morphing from loving and delicate to something a little more feverous and urgent. Alex felt it in Liv's dexterous fingers as she pounded and curled them, quickly, but thoughtfully. Alex began to bounce lightly on them, pursing her lips and seizing Liv's soft brown hair in a messy nest above her head. "Mmhm, yeah," Alex squeaked with a hint of playfulness and naughtiness seeping from her lips. She was unbounded, a spool of thread thrown through the air, already beginning to unravel from the force. She was free.
"Yeah?" Liv threw the question back at her, the singular word filled to the brim with lust.
"Mhmmmm," Alex responded, her eyes squeezed shut in concentration, similar to the way that they were when Liv stumbled upon her in her bedroom, touching herself. Liv grinned into her pussy and counted all of her blessings that she could now insert herself into the image that she had burned into her memory.
Liv coaxed her, up, higher, and higher, willingly, onto the precipice of climax, and surrendered into the trust that she was wholly desired and needed by this gorgeous, intelligent woman. When Alex felt herself begin to surrender to orgasm, she felt a surge of confidence in her lover and herself.
"Yes. Like that. Just like that," Alex encouraged, the words rapidly rolling off of Alex's tongue in a melodic chant.
"Come on, baby. Come for me."
And she did.
It was the sweetest thing to ever grace her ears.
It was a whimper, a yelp, and then a wail that crept into Liv's core, fueling her to keep pressing on and forward. She felt sweet, sticky wetness spill into her mouth and onto her chin.
"Yeah... oh fuck, honey, mmhm," Alex continued on with her soft murmurs of pleasure, grinding her hips up and down on Olivia's face without any sort of reserve.
Liv was reveling in Alex's moans and curses, knowing they were all because of her work. I did this to her, Liv thought, and the thought alone made her tremble. She ground own her hips into the bed below her, attempting to find relief for the aching in her core.
Next chapter: Olivia's turn. ;)