A/N: A little sexy chapter for levity. This one would take place just before the Lewis Chapters do.
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Hands
Those hands.
Alex's eyes remained fixed on Olivia's hands—smooth, tanned, strong, feminine. The curve of her wrists, the flexibility of her digits, the delicate strength of their appearance.
Do I have a fetish?
Maybe.
Alex had always loved her wife's hands but, as she watched them flex and straighten, pull and push and knead the pizza dough for their Saturday evening dinner, Alex's neurons were firing with the idea, the prospect, of being alone with her wife and allowing those very hands to do what they did and did so well.
The ladies had been more than busy the past couple of weeks and their moments spent together had been few and far between, especially just the two of them. Both of them had been completely dead to the world by the time their heads had hit the pillows with the notion and prospect of intimate time being placed on the back burner.
But the sparks were being ignited in the blonde, knowing things had finally slowed down enough to begin spending quality, alone time together once more.
"Dat's da bread an da pizza, Mama?" Isabel squealed excitedly.
"It is, Baby. The dough that will be the crust for the pizza, Iz. It's gonna get bigger in the oven, too!" Olivia's focus was on the dough in front of her as she flashed that beautiful Benson smile, eyes on the wooden board in front of her.
But Alex's focus was still on those hands, now covered in flour, caked with tiny specs of their future dinner. Alex closed her mouth then, realizing it had been hanging open, as she sat on one of the island stools, Grace on her lap, the blonde's long arms wrapped around her.
"Right, Al?" Olivia questioned.
Alex blinked a few times and then made eye contact with her wife, who was most definitely smirking at her. "Hmmm?"
"Right?"
Alex cleared her throat and swallowed, her mesmerization now switching to Olivia's eyes. "That's right, Liv."
"Always?" Olivia's grin grew now.
"Always, Liv."
"Ewww, Mommy!" Theo screeched. "You always put grasshoppers on your pizza?" Theo's mouth was wide open, his face scrunched in disgust.
Alex drew her lips inward, attempting not to smile.
She had definitely been caught. Five years of marriage, three small children that drained their energy constantly, and Alex was even more enthralled by her wife than ever before.
"So, that's what I unknowingly agreed to, then? Grasshoppers on my pizza?" Alex shook her head at the brunette. "Do we have any in the pantry?" She smiled at her wife who had an impish look on her face, still smirking.
"Yeah, I think we do, but we keep them in the freezer, Al. They're much fresher that way." Olivia winked and then moved to Theo and tickled his belly. "Much crunchier!"
Theo squealed with delight and Olivia moved to tickle Isabel and then Grace before stopping next to the blonde.
"Where was your mind, Al?" Olivia smiled down at her, moving even closer, those cocoa orbs sparkling.
"On the pizza, Liv." Alex smiled. "I'm really looking forward to eating it."
"The pizza?"
Alex nodded, her focus going to her wife's mouth. "The pizza. Eating the pizza."
"Mm hmm." Olivia kissed her softly and then pulled away, smirking. "The pizza. Eating the pizza." She smiled. "Let's get these in the oven soon, guys. Mommy's hungry."
"Isn't Mama hungry?" Alex oozed.
"Mama's always hungry." Olivia winked.
"I hun-gee too, Mama!" Isabel spouted.
"Me, too!" Theo and Grace agreed in unison.
"OK, guys. Go on up and get your pillows and blankets for the slumber party. We'll top these when you come back down, pop them in the oven and have our pizza and movie night. OK?" Olivia beamed.
Grace pushed her forearms then as she struggled to get off of Alex's lap and the blonde set her down as they watched their children race down the hallway, out of sight, and thunder up the stairs.
Alex felt her wife's eyes on her then and she turned to look at her.
That predatory gaze was there—the one that caused Alex's knees to weaken, her heart to race, her mouth to salivate.
"You gonna make it, Babe?" Olivia moved closer and inched her way in between the blonde's parted knees, moving her body in between her upper thighs and settling her forearms on her wife's shoulders.
"Make what, Liv?" Alex rasped.
"Make it until the kids go to sleep?"
Alex couldn't help but smile. "Is it that obvious?" She placed her hands on her wife's waist.
"Your cheeks are pink and your pupils are dilated. I can barely see the blue, Babe." Olivia then took her hands to her wife's face and let the backs of her fingertips stroke her cheeks. "Sorry we've both been so busy, Al. That we haven't really had ti—"
"Liv, don't. It's something we both couldn't help. But…" Alex slowly let her palms feel her way down the brunette's hips and then around to clutch her backside, "…things are looking up...slowing down." She smiled. "Aren't they?"
Olivia nodded. "Absolutely, Al…" she leaned in and kissed her gently, letting her mouth part oh-so-slightly and letting her tongue brush along Alex's upper lip before letting her mouth go with a tiny, suctioned pop, "…they definitely are."
"Got 'em, Mama!" Theo yelled.
A set of six stampeding footsteps raced into the kitchen now.
"OK, guys," Alex began, "…spread them out and set it all up and we'll put your favorite toppings on the pizzas. OK?" Alex smiled, still entangled with her wife. She looked back into those deep brown pools.
"Later?" Olivia raised her eyebrows.
"Later, Liv."
Olivia looked at herself in the vanity mirror of the bureau and adjusted her breasts in her black lacy bra, lifting them and setting them higher in their place before adjusting the straps. She eyed her belly then—toned yet supple—the evidence of a hint of motherhood and also the time spent to get back into shape after their son was born, definitely apparent. She adjusted the shoulders of her sheer, black kimono robe and then looked up at her hair which was down and wavy for the evening.
With finally a break in their schedule, Olivia was looking forward to getting close to and being intimate with her wife and giddy with the prospect that they would soon be invading each other's space in one of the best ways possible.
She heard the squeak of the bedroom door and then heard it close before she heard a rustling of fabric and then felt her wife standing next to her.
Her left hand was being taken now—light fingertips touching it before she felt it being lifted upward. Turning her head, she saw Alex bring it to her mouth and kiss her knuckles gently—index finger, middle finger…
Olivia only continued to watch her, the blonde only in a simple white, cotton bra and matching bikini panties, her lithe body and porcelain skin more than causing the brunette's body to hum. She continued to watch as Alex took her time, watched the penetrating gaze of those crystal blue orbs, watched that mouth as she kissed the brunette's skin delicately.
Olivia felt her eyes glaze over as she continued to watch as Alex turned her hand over, now placing light kisses on her palm, feeling the love, the warm softness of her wife's mouth, knowing exactly how it felt on other parts of her body.
Olivia took a deep breath then and moved into her wife, tugging her arm slightly in a signal. Alex stopped what she was doing and smiled, the two moving into each other and wrapping their arms around each other.
Olivia closed her eyes again and just enjoyed the closeness, the feeling of her wife's warm, soft body against her, the weight of her chin on her shoulder, and they began to sway slightly.
"You still kill me, Olivia," Alex whispered.
Olivia smiled. "I know I do, Babe. And you do it to me every time, too, Al."
"Mmmm," Alex moaned. "Good to know."
Olivia moved her hands upward and pulled her wife closer, clutching her shoulder blades while Alex's hands moved downward and cupped Olivia's ass in firm hands.
"Are you up for this, Al?" Olivia began giggling. "I don't want you falling asleep on me again."
"Liv…" Alex whined impatiently, "…you woke me up in the middle of the night, Babe. It was dark, I was cozy…I just…it felt so good…I just…"
"OK, Al. I got it." She leaned backward and looked at her. "It was bad timing."
Alex smiled then. "I got off, though." She began giggling. "Right?"
"That you did, Babe. And then promptly fell asleep."
"True...but…" Alex began, "…we're both well-rested from last night and I won't let you get out of this that easily."
Olivia raised her eyebrows. "Oh, no?"
Alex shook her head and then Olivia felt the blonde's hands leave her backside and then move to her elbows, moving along her forearms and then wrists and bringing the brunette's hands in between their upper chests.
"And these hands that I love so much…"
"You love my hands?"
"You know I do, Liv. I've always told you that."
"Not my ass and my breasts?" Olivia smirked.
"Well, those, too. But these hands…" Alex studied them now as the two began to intertwine their digits—slowly, softly, feeling pads and fingertips, soft skin, the bumpiness of nestled veins, "…know what they can do and what they've done for me for so many years…so much pleasure and strength in them…"
Blue eyes met her own and the undeniable lust was there.
"Where do you want these hands, Alex?" Olivia's voice was raw, turned on.
"All over me, Liv. Inside of me, Babe," Alex breathed, moving her face forward and then resting her forehead against her wife's.
"There's nothing more that I would enjoy than to do that, Al…" Olivia tilted her chin forward now, letting her lips lightly touch the blonde's, breathing in her redolence, creating a pull with her lips and feeling another familiar pull in between her legs.
Olivia then moved her hands upward to cup her wife's face, increasing the intensity of the kiss while holding Alex's jaw in her hands—tongues battling, mouths working along each other's, breathing becoming heavy. Alex's hands were felt on her breasts now, firm, yet erotic, those skilled thumbs brushing across her nipples enticingly, only further increasing the thumping in her groin.
Breathlessly, Olivia pulled away and abruptly turned the blonde around by her waist before pressing her front to the length of the blonde's back, Alex yelping with surprise. Olivia smiled and then began moving her forward to Olivia's side of the bed. When they reached the mattress, Olivia began leaning Alex's upper body forward, slowly, slowly, until her upper half was resting on the bed, her ass in the air, Olivia still pressed firmly behind her.
"I want you here, from behind, Liv," Alex husked. "Right now. I want to feel those hands, Babe." Alex's voice was needy, with a hint of erotic impatience.
Keeping her body touching her wife's, Olivia took her forefingers and hooked them into the blonde's white bikini panties and pulled them down to her lower thighs and then took the opportunity to place her hands on the smoothness of her backside, squeezing and caressing and holding the two perfect globes in her hands, all the while letting her breath linger against her wife's ear.
"Your ass is so sexy, Babe." Olivia felt her eyes roll back into her head now as she felt her own body respond to her wife's beautiful frame.
"Grab it, Liv. Firm. I want hand prints, Babe."
Olivia smiled against her wife's ear and then gripped her ass cheeks firmly in her hands, squeezing with intention. She then brought both hands slightly away before bringing them down quickly, the slapping sound echoing throughout the bedroom.
Alex moaned in pleasure and Olivia felt her body begin to relax further and she felt the blonde's backside push further into her own body, signaling her need, her desire for Olivia's touch in the place she had already requested.
Olivia moved her left hand around her wife's body then and clutched her right breast as her right hand moved around the back, hand tracing down the beautiful line separating those glorious, milky cheeks, before she let her hand travel further down to her wife's wet warmth.
The blonde was already aroused, already ready for Olivia's satisfaction and the brunette couldn't help but to moan at just how much liquid was already there for her.
"You're so ready. Aren't you, Baby?" Olivia whispered against her ear.
"Yes," Alex tried.
Olivia let two fingers begin entry now, feeling out exactly where her wife was, feeling the intense lubrication already evident, before letting them enter her fully.
Alex moaned and Olivia watched her face angle up toward the ceiling.
"More, Babe." Alex's mouth parted then. "Those fingers…those—"
And Olivia thrust her first two digits into her wife now, the blonde gasping, before beginning a steady rhythm inside of her, the sound of her incitement heard now with every pump.
"More…" Alex whispered.
Olivia let her middle finger enter now and watched as Alex's hands clutched the Matelassé bedspread in her hands, knuckles straining against the quilted fabric.
Alex's whimpers could be heard now with every thrust in, and quick inhales with every drawback of her hand, the sound beautiful to the brunette.
Olivia turned her face and kissed the side of her wife's neck softly, letting her tongue linger before sucking firmly.
"Don't mark me, Liv," Alex panted. "I have work..." she breathed.
And Olivia smiled, knowing the conversations they've already had about that. "But I want to, Alex. So badly…" She kissed the side of her silky neck once more.
Alex's breath came in short bursts now as Olivia's pressure and depth increased, Alex's body being propelled forward with every pump. Olivia squeezed her wife's breast firmly before she pinched her right nipple and felt Alex's body tense and she moaned loudly.
"Again, Liv. Do that again…"
Olivia did as she was told and felt Alex's body begin to quiver, shake, as she kept her arm wrapped around her, and then felt the tremoring throughout her torso before a vocal cry of unrestrained pleasure came from her mouth and Olivia felt the gripping, clenching contractions around her fingers—quick at first and then gradually slowing in speed.
Olivia continued to move her hand in to and out of her wife until she felt the completion of her climax. The brunette smiled and turned her face again, into her wife's hair, and took in a deep breath of her silky locks, floral shampoo with a hint of perfume, before whispering, "I love you."
"Mmmm…" Alex moaned, "…and I love you, Liv. You and those magic hands."
"Always?" Olivia giggled.
"Always, Babe. Always."
I would love to hear from you, as always!
Patricia
