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My reference to Brangelina—they were the item in 2009.
This chapter…the sexiest yet. Wow…Olivia and Alex…whew!
That's all I can say…enjoy!
Thank you!
Patricia
10
They arrived at Le Mondrian hotel at 6:15, the valet taking their car, but not before Alex retrieved two hangers covered in dry cleaning plastic from the trunk of her car and a Nordstrom bag. Alex handed the valet her keys and the women walked into the lobby of the exquisite hotel, Olivia carrying the leather duffle over her shoulder.
The lobby was dimly lit; the colors were black and red with monstrous chandeliers every few feet hanging from the ceiling. Small lamps illuminated low red and black chairs and coffee tables and the front desk was almost as long as the wall.
They walked up to the front desk and Olivia turned around, taking in the luxury around her.
"Hello, Mademoiselles. How may I help you this evening," a French accent emanated from Francois, the desk clerk.
"We would like a room for the evening, preferably an ocean view."
"One or two beds?" His fingers hovered over the keyboard as he looked up at Alex and then over at Olivia, who was still taking in the lobby, and then back at Alex.
"One bed. How late is room service served?"
"Until two, Miss."
"And the restaurant and bar?"
"The restaurant, 11:00 and the bar, 2:00."
"Great. Does room service serve wine?"
"Yes, it does, Miss. Would you like a bottle sent up now? I can arrange that."
Alex smiled, "That would be lovely. We'll take a bottle of the Reuling Vineyard Aubert Chardonnay, chilled with two glasses."
"Of course, Mademoiselle. Nice French, by the way." He winked. "It will be delivered to your room shortly."
"Thank you, Francois. Alex gave him her credit card."
Olivia returned from her perusal. "This place is beautiful, Alex." She slipped her arm around Alex's waist and kissed her cheek, softly.
Francois produced the envelope with the card key and Alex's credit card. "Room 1228. The top floor. It has a fantastic view, but I would say, you do as well." He winked.
"The best view, Francois. Thank you." Alex smiled and turned, adjusting the plastic bags on her forearm, careful not to wrinkle them.
They made their way onto the elevators the doors closing behind them. The women stood on opposite sides of the elevator, simply watching the other. Alex saw absolute lust in the detective's eyes, although the blonde could tell her fiancé was still exhausted. They would have time to sleep the next day, though. Tonight was all about satiating their carnal desires.
The elevator flew up quickly, surprisingly not stopping at any of the other eleven floors, before the doors opened again. Olivia put her arm around Alex's shoulder and they exited, turning right to head towards their room. They didn't speak—didn't need to…
Alex slid the card through the reader and pushed the door open, the dim lights of the room being illuminated on their own. The room was spacious and beautiful with a big king-sized bed in the middle, creamy white goose-down duvet, crisp white, fluffy pillows. The view of the sunset over the ocean through their balcony window was breathtaking, Alex actually gasped.
"Oh, Liv…" she placed the two dry cleaning bags on the bed and walked to the sliding door, looking out.
Olivia put the bag she was holding on the chair and joined her fiancé, slithering her arms around Alex's waist from behind, wrapping her arms around her thin frame, and resting her chin on Alex's shoulder.
"It's beautiful…" the brunette whispered, moving Alex's hair at the nape of her neck to the side, and pressing her lips to her skin.
Alex closed her eyes to the touch, tilting her head and moaning. Olivia's hands traveled upward, taking the blonde's breasts firmly in her hands, kneading them lightly through her tank. Olivia then lightly ran gentle palms over her nipples, stimulating the attorney's arousal, as she moaned and leaned backwards into the detective's warm body. Alex turned her head to the side and Olivia caught her mouth in a searing, searching kiss, hot mouths ready for more.
A light knock at the door was heard and then a muffled, "Room service," announcement.
Alex opened her eyes and smiled as she turned in Olivia's arms, resting her forearms on the detective's shoulders. "Hold all those thoughts," she smiled, kissing Olivia softly and then pulling away.
Alex walked to the door and turned the handle and was greeted by a tall man with a red beard and moustache, dressed in uniform. "Good evening, Ma'am."
"Hi, come on in…" Alex smiled as he pushed the cart through the doorway and she let the door close behind him.
He had both hands on the handle of the cart, white gloves almost blindingly clean and flawless to perfection. He began removing the foil from the top of the bottle and Alex looked at Olivia who was now on the balcony, leaning over the railing, staring out across the ocean.
"Is this your first time in East Hampton?" He questioned, trying to make conversation.
"No, I actually grew up in Southampton. We're just here for a mini-vacation."
The attendant looked at Olivia through the window, his eyes roaming over her, before returning to uncorking the bottle.
Alex watched as Olivia stretched her arms up towards the sky, navy camp shirt rising, revealing her toned abs. Alex had to stifle a moan.
The attendant smiled as he poured a small amount of wine into one of the glasses and handed it to Alex. She took it and sipped, letting it roll around her mouth before swallowing. "It's delicious."
The man proceeded to fill her glass halfway and the other, as well and then lifted the tray that the bottle and glasses were on and placed it on the bureau. Alex reached into her pocket for a twenty dollar bill she had placed there earlier and then handed it to the room service attendant. "Thank you."
"My pleasure," he declared, obviously happy with the tip and he turned the cart around and pushed it to the door, opening it before stepping out.
Alex followed him to the door and closed it, securing the lock after him.
She returned to the glasses and took them out to the balcony. Olivia saw her exit and took her glass. "Thanks, Babe." The two women rounded each side of the table and sat, looking at the view of the ocean through the wrought iron bars.
The women each took a sip from their glasses. Alex looked at Olivia, the brunette's gaze intense. Olivia smiled and reached her hand across the table, taking the blonde's in her own, and then suddenly snickered.
"I'm sorry," she tried, laughing again.
Alex shot her a look that said, please don't start again.
Olivia smiled, her body still shaking as she tried to cover her mouth with her other hand. "Imagine if we were still there? We'd be listening to war stories and writing down recipes for cranberry bread."
"Thank you for having the sense to think of a way to get us out of there, even in the midst of your uninhibited guffawing," Alex smiled. "Otherwise…it would have been a wasted trip. We would have eaten meatloaf and mashed potatoes and then turned in at ten o'clock, with maybe a game of gin rummy thrown in."
"Anytime, Babe." Olivia took a sip of her wine and set her glass back down, looking out across the horizon as she ran her fingers through her wavy chestnut locks. "So what's the plan, Al? Fuck now or fuck later?"
Boy, Olivia sure knew how to get her. Euphoric sensations flitted around the blonde's stomach briefly, and a warmth shot to Alex's core, suddenly flooded with arousal, her lips twitching.
"God, Olivia…when you talk like that…" Alex tried, feeling her arms go weak and tremble slightly, causing her to set her wine glass down.
Olivia looked at Alex now, sheer determination and lust in her eyes. "Well?"
Alex was so turned on at that moment, she wanted Olivia to take her then and there, but they would have all night, the blonde decided. "Let's have some wine, go down to the restaurant and have a nice dinner, come up…have a bath in the tub with the jets, and then…"
Olivia began caressing Alex's fingers, even that simple touch causing her body to hum with anticipation. She rolled her eyes, closing them.
"You're sure you can wait?" Olivia questioned.
Eyes still closed, Alex, whispered, "We have all night…we have our whole lives…I can if you can," she moaned.
Alex opened her eyes to find Olivia smirking at her. "What?"
"Pretty impressive, that's all…" the detective offered. Olivia looked back at the sun, now almost having disappeared along the horizon of the water. "But, we didn't bring any other clothing."
"That's where I come in…those two bags I brought in have our attire for an elegant dinner. Just a little something I bought for us for the right occasion. I can't wait to see it on you…"
"You just have everything planned, all the time, don't you?" Olivia smiled.
"To a tee…"
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The two women entered the restaurant thirty minutes later— Olivia in a black, sequined, deep neck thin-strapped dress, her ample cleavage exposed and Alex in a sheer, crepe sleeveless eggshell-hued dress that flared at the upper knee. Olivia's hair was down and wavy, wildly sexy and Alex wore in a sleek ponytail, glasses removed for dinner.
The women were immediately taken to a table, secluded behind a large potted fern, separate from the other tables. The restaurant was dimly lit, save for a votive on each table, and there was subtle track lighting throughout, while soft piano music played live from the Steinway in the lobby.
Once seated, the waiter placed their napkins in their laps. "Your server, Andre, will be right with you. Enjoy your evening."
Olivia leaned forward. "Did you request this table?"
"Not at all..." Alex smirked. "I guess they just knew we would want privacy."
Alex spread her hands over her napkin, smoothing it. "Are you hungry?" She looked up to see Olivia's predatory gaze.
"Starving," she said simply.
A waiter approached the table, white towel draped over his forearm. "Good evening, ladies…my name is Andre and I will be assisting you this evening. Can I get you something to drink?"
"Just water for me," Alex stated and then looked at Olivia.
"For me, as well."
"Very good. Our specials this evening are an almond encrusted salmon with a sour cream dill sauce, served with Vermont cheddar au gratin potatoes and haricot vert. The other special for this evening is a red wine glazed filet mignon served with Provencal asparagus with tomatoes and also the Vermont cheddar au gratin potatoes. I'll give you two a few moments to look over the menu and be back with your drinks."
"Wow…" Olivia commented. "I think I am hungry. My mouth started watering and my stomach started growling as soon as he started in with the specials."
Alex smiled at the brunette. "Did you eat breakfast or lunch, Babe?"
Olivia looked upwards, thinking, and then a guilty look passed over her face, "Jeez, I only ate a nectarine and a piece of toast today when you were at lunch with your mother…I guess I just haven't had my mind on food today…"
"Babe…" She put her hand on top of Olivia's. "Let's get some food into your stomach. You're definitely gonna need it for tonight." Alex smiled.
Andre returned and Alex ordered the salmon, Olivia the filet mignon and the two returned to their conversation.
"You never told me how lunch went with your mom."
Alex swallowed her bite of crusty roll and butter. "Mmm," she tried, "…it went better than I thought it would. She said she wants to help us plan the wedding."
"That's wonderful, Al."
Alex nodded, after taking another bite of bread. "Yeah, I told her I wanted her to help me, to be a part of the details and she said she would like that, too."
"We don't have that much time, you know…to get the plans and details worked out." Olivia took a crusty roll from the basket, broke it open with her thumbs, slathered butter on it, and quickly popped a piece in her mouth
Alex smiled at the brunette's appetite. "No, not much time until August fifteenth—the day you'll make me the happiest woman in the world."
"The world, huh?" Olivia buttered the remainder of her roll. "Even happier than Brangelina?"
"Uh…much happier. I don't have to make love to a skeleton." Alex looked Olivia over appreciatively, shaking her head slightly. "You…you are…"
Olivia smirked at Alex, waiting for the ending to her sentence.
"You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen, Liv," her voice dripped with eroticism. "I have never been happier in my life…when I'm with you, everything just makes sense…"
Olivia's eyes teared as she attempted to control her emotions. "Oh, Babe…" she leaned forward and lightly rubbed Alex's forearm, caressing it gently before cupping the blonde's jaw. She leaned in and softly, gently pressed her lips to the attorney.
Alex continued, now looking down at Olivia's cleavage, "…and your breasts in that dress…I knew it would look perfect on you. It's taking every ounce of control for me to not to stick my tongue in your cleavage."
Olivia's cheeks blushed from incitement as she leaned back, her forehead and upper lip perspiring lightly. She blotted her mouth with her napkin just as Andre came with the food, placing the dishes in front of them. The women's gazes never left each other, even after he left.
"Let's eat quickly…" Alex whispered.
Olivia nodded slowly, "Yes…let's."
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OOOOOOOO
Olivia followed a short distance behind the blonde attorney as they walked down the hallway after exiting the elevator, taking the opportunity to admire the way her tight backside shifted from side to side. As Alex slid the key through the reader, Olivia pressed her body to the attorney's and clutched her hips firmly, the brunette's mouth opening and sucking on the bare flesh of her neck, undoubtedly, leaving her mark. Alex hissed from the sensation.
The door swung open, and the blonde shut it quickly and latched it before Olivia had her pressed with her back up against the door, kissing her neck ferociously, the detective's hands traveling from her breasts, groping, feeling, searching, to her waist, hips, ass…Alex panted, eyes closed, head tilted back, her arms at her sides. Olivia turned the blonde around with vigor and unzipped her dress, kissing and tonguing her skin as it became exposed to the air, sucking the sweet flesh of her fiancé while simultaneously unclasping her bra. Alex helped by removing her arms from her dress and bra and Olivia pulled it down past her hips, letting it fall to the floor. Olivia hooked her thumbs in the waist of the blonde's thong panties and brought them to the floor, as well, Olivia placing soft bites and kisses on the smoothness of her porcelain ass before standing and turning Alex back around. Olivia saw the blonde's lids heavy with arousal as she cupped her breasts, kissing the blonde's mouth with force, tweaking her hard nipples as Alex trembled beneath her.
"You…you're…" Alex tried as Olivia continued kissing her, "…your clothes…" she breathed, eyes closed.
Olivia pulled away slightly and turned, Alex unzipping the brunette and pushing it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground with the other discarded clothing. Olivia had chosen not to wear any undergarments this evening. The brunette smiled as Alex noticed.
"God, Olivia…if I had known, I would have come during dinner." Alex reached out for Olivia's body, but the detective took both of her arms above her head, pushing her forcefully against the door once again.
"Uh-uh…" She shook her head and placed her index finger on the blonde's mouth and trailed it down her lips and chin before opening her mouth and kissing her lasciviously, once again.
Alex peeled her lips from the detective's, "Babe," whimpered breathlessly, "…I need to touch you, Liv…"
Olivia took her left hand away, holding the blonde's wrists above her head with her right. "Should have brought the handcuffs," Olivia whispered before reaching around and grabbing Alex's backside, pulling her pelvis to her own firmly, clit against clit. Alex gasped and opened her eyes. Alex finally wiggled her right hand free and grabbed Olivia's backside, pressing her even closer. Olivia had never seen the attorney so aroused before. It was almost drugging to see her so turned on, perspiring slightly, face and chest flushed, panting heavily. As much as Olivia loved seeing the lust in her partner's eyes, she wanted to watch her come undone even more.
Olivia let go of Alex's other wrist and placed her hand directly on her mound, cupping the evidence of her arousal. She was dripping with need. Olivia knelt down and pressed her mouth to Alex, her whole mouth covering the blonde's lips and clit as she sucked and lapped the wetness from her lower lips. Alex's hands went to Olivia's hair, running her fingers through it, every second that passed, her grip intensifying.
"Oh, Liv…" she whispered.
Olivia began working her tongue almost artistically, quick flicks and long sweeps as she looked up at her fiancé, Alex's face twisting in pleasure as her thighs shook. Olivia took her hands to Alex's milky hips as she increased the pressure of her tongue and mouth, Alex now pulling Olivia's hair firmly.
Olivia didn't mind, though. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen— Alex losing control—and it was all because of her.
Within moments, Alex moaned loudly and then gasped, her breathing stopping momentarily before crashing down around the brunette, wetness flowing from her, her spasms contracting against Olivia's mouth and around her tongue. Olivia continued until Alex's hold on her hair had loosened and her contractions stopped. Olivia looked up at Alex, her eyes closed, mouth open, cheeks pink…
Olivia stood and slipped her arms around the blonde, embracing her fully. She felt her own eyes tear as she relished in the feel of her satiated lover. "I love you," she whispered softly.
She felt Alex's body tremble slightly, undoubtedly emotional. Olivia pulled away and looked at Alex, the blonde's eyes watering yet her mouth turned up in a satisfied grin.
"Let's hit the bathtub…" Alex smiled and held out her hand.
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With the jets going full force, bubbles almost overflowing the bathtub, the women sat on one side of the tub, Olivia leaning against Alex as the attorney traced the brunette's firm belly. Olivia's eyes were closed but she was smiling. Alex's hand found its way further down, lightly fingering Olivia's clit, coaxing it to come out. Olivia moaned and spread her legs further as Alex's fingers moved further back to enter in between her lips and begin a slow creep to the front, dipping her fingers slightly.
"God, Alex…that feels so good." Olivia whispered against Alex's neck, her head tilted back. "Keep going, Baby."
Alex's motions increased in speed, her fingers now further entering into the detective, but just barely teasing her entrance, not quite going far enough. Olivia moaned, moving her hips to try and get the blonde to go deeper.
"Alex…inside…go deeper, Baby."
Alex continued to tease her folds, her fingers barely making an entrance, driving Olivia crazy. Alex brushed her clit a couple of times, Olivia squeezing her thighs together, trapping Alex's hand. "What are you doing to me?" she breathed. "You're driving me crazy, Al."
Alex stopped what she was doing and whispered against Olivia's ear, "Let's go to the bed…"
Olivia opened her eyes and looked at Alex, smiling. Olivia stood and stepped out of the bathtub, turning the jets off before grabbing a towel and wrapping herself. She took another towel and handed it to Alex, who stood and took it. Olivia immediately walked into the bedroom, dried herself off further and dropped the towel. Then, in one swift motion, swept the duvet and sheets aside, sliding in and laying on her side. Olivia smiled as Alex finished drying and dropped her towel as well.
The blonde walked to the duffel on the chair and took out the seven inch dildo and the huge strap on and the lube and brought them to the bed, setting the appendages at the foot and bringing the lubricant with her as she crawled up and straddled Olivia's thighs, smiling.
Alex lifted her left thigh, on order to kneel in between Olivia's open thighs. With Olivia's legs spread, Alex took the tube of lubricant and opened it, squeezing some on her fingers, smiling at the brunette.
Olivia touched her own breasts, knowing that it drove Alex crazy, and squeezed her nipples. "I want you, Alex. Please fuck me." Olivia's back arched involuntarily as Alex's lubed fingers made their way to Olivia's opening, fingering her lips and spreading it around, entering her as the brunette moaned. "I want the big one, Al…I want to feel you come with me…"
Olivia was already panting, her breasts heaving. She reached down to Alex's hand and placed it on her folds, pushing it towards her core. "That's all for you, baby." Olivia could feel herself dripping to be filled by the huge cock, seeping with desire. "You're so sexy, Alex." Olivia reached up to Alex's hips and squeezed firmly, moving up to her breasts. She sat up and wrapped her lips around an erect nipple, sucking and tugging, as her fingers played with the other. Alex arched back, pushing her breasts further towards Olivia, moaning.
Alex leaned down and kissed Olivia, softly, gently, her tongue caressing her lips, tongue, before pulling away, her pupils dilated with lust.
Alex leaned backward and took the strap on from the foot and stood briefly to slip it through her legs before kneeling back in between Olivia's legs. Olivia sat up again and helped the blonde adjust it for adequate sensation, pulling the straps tight, causing Alex to jump as the appendage hit her in just the right spot.
Olivia smiled and leaned back, bringing her hands above her to the pillow. She spread her legs further. "Fuck me, Alex." Olivia couldn't stop her thighs from quivering as she looked at Alex wearing the huge cock in front of her, the hardness waiting at attention. Olivia bit her lip and reached down, fingering her folds again.
Alex leaned forward, holding herself up, shaking with her own need.
Olivia reached for the appendage and squeezed some lubricant on it, sliding her hand up and down the shaft, Alex moaning every time the brunette stroked the tip and the strap on hit her clit. Alex closed her eyes and smiled, shuddering from the sensation.
The attorney opened her eyes, her face becoming serious, as she took the tip in her hand and gently pressed it to Olivia's lips, teasing her entrance.
Olivia moaned, spreading her legs further, and grabbed Alex's ass. Almost begging, she whimpered, "Please, Alex."
Alex began entry, Olivia adjusting to the size of the dildo, but she was so turned on, the appendage glided in, almost with ease. Olivia moaned, long and deep as Alex entered her further this time. Back out again and then further in, and Olivia's voice echoed throughout the room. As Alex pulled back, Olivia whimpered, as she drove further into the brunette, her moans got louder and longer with each thrust.
"God, Alex…" he legs began to shake almost violently with pleasure. "Aw, fuck, Alex…that's it…deeper…"
Moaning, Olivia finally opened her eyes to see Alex's own head thrown back, with every pump, her face contorting with pleasure.
Olivia managed, only seconds from a release, "I want to come with you, Baby."
Alex's face contorted with her impending release. Olivia felt the tingling burning begin in her core as Alex continued to fill Olivia and her body reached the peak of stimulation, teetering on the wall of euphoria before crashing down, screaming loudly, Alex climaxing with the detective. Alex continued pumping as she milked her own orgasm, Olivia bucking wildly beneath her as the two women came down from one of the most intense orgasms Olivia had ever had. Alex collapsed on top of Olivia, panting, the appendage lying across the brunette's stomach.
They stayed like that for a while, simply relishing in the sensations of the afterglow. Finally, Olivia spoke, her voice raspy and emotional. "I've never come like that before, Al. Never in my life."
Alex leaned up and looked at Olivia, who felt a tear roll down her cheek.
"Baby…" Alex began, nuzzling the brunette's neck and kissing her softly, "…it's OK, Liv. I love you…"
The women drifted to sleep for a little while and, even though they were emotionally drained and physically satisfied, the women continued to make love throughout the night using various toys and positions—falling asleep for a while, making love again—until around five in the morning, when they finally fell into a deep sleep, exhausted, sore, and spent in each other's arms.
Olivia had never felt as close to Alex as she did that night—such love and trust with the blonde as she made her feel satiated, loved, and desired. Their relationship had reached a new level, propelling them closer to being each other's wives.
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