Title: Something For You For Me, Part 13: Together Unto The Void
Rating: M, quite M
Note 1: How about some more sexy times? Yes, yes, let's.
Note 2: We are nearing the end of this here little story, a one shot that has turned into a drawn out 13-shot so far. I'm expecting one more chapter, maybe two, and a very short epilogue. So THANK YOU ALL so much for following along. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Part 13: Together Unto The Void
Olivia allowed herself to lay quietly with her eyes closed for several minutes, enjoying the light play of Alex's fingers over the skin of her abdomen and chest and breasts. She couldn't quite discern the pattern they were making. They probably weren't making any pattern at all. Or maybe they were. But, in the end, it really didn't matter. All that mattered was that it was relaxing.
And nice.
And comforting.
Finally, however, after her body had calmed and blood had started flowing to her head as opposed to regions further south, she cracked a single eyelid open and peered over at her talented and giving lover.
Seeing Olivia's at least semi-return to the here and now, Alex lifted her head and bent her arm under it, propping herself up a bit on one hand while continuing to make lazy circles across Olivia's body with her other.
A peaceful but sated smile curled the detective's lips as she let her eye slide back shut. "I think I've said this before," Olivia said in a huskier than normal voice, "but you're really good at that."
Alex smiled at the satisfied face of her love and even blushed a little. But she remained quiet.
After another moment or two of peaceful and contented silence, Olivia pried open both eyes and turned her head toward Alex. She just looked lovingly at the blonde for several seconds before reaching one hand over and tucking a piece of hair behind the attorney's ear. "You're beautiful," she whispered.
Alex smiled again and blushed again. "You've said that before, too," she reminded the detective a little shyly.
Olivia returned her smile, cupping Alex's chin tenderly with a single finger and thumb, "I know," she responded simply on another whisper.
Alex's eyes met Olivia's then and in them Olivia saw a spark. A light. A desire. A renewed need. The detective had been planning on asking how the attorney was feeling; asking if she wanted to rest or maybe partake in the birthday cupcakes she'd gotten them or… But, really, there was no need to ask. For that look in Alex's eye, that spark, that light…that told her how Alex was feeling.
And it told her what Alex was interested in. What Alex wanted.
And Olivia was happy to oblige.
Without asking, without having to ask, with reinvigorated energy and a spark, a desire, a renewed need of her own, Olivia rolled herself over on top of the blonde. Supporting herself on her arms, she quickly and easily settled her body over Alex's, stretching out, skin meeting skin from feet, to thighs, to hips, to stomach, to breasts, and then, and then, and then to lips, as well, as Olivia lowered her head, bringing the two women entirely together for a kiss, completing their full body connection.
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And with that connection established, with them completely immersed in that fully body contact, the detective took her time then. They both did.
The heightened arousal and borderline desperation that had marked their previous two encounters this evening had been sated, or had at least been diminished, leaving them now with a languidness, a desire, yes, but a desire to simply touch each other for a while, simply be with each other for a while. A desire to simply enjoy each other for a while.
So that's exactly what they did:
The kiss Olivia had started continued on an off, the detective sometimes trailing her lips across Alex's cheek, to her temple, flicking her tongue in the blonde's ear, before returning her lips, her mouth, her tongue to the attorney's.
At the same time their upper bodies continue to move against the other, Olivia's arms cradling Alex's body below her, Alex's hands exploring Olivia's sides and hips and shoulders and neck, rifling through short dark hair, lightly scraping fingernails across the detective's tanned back. Their chests and breasts meshing, nipples hardened and peaked and bending against the other's, pebbled flesh being mutually excited and teased.
Yet further down, Olivia slid one of her thighs between the attorney's, drawing it up, pressing it down, straightening it, repeating the circuit, bringing contact, not always direct, not necessarily particularly strong, but contact, to Alex's core, feeling the heat, the wetness on her skin. And Alex responded in kind, tilting her pelvis in greeting, bending a knee, wrapping a leg around Olivia, teasing the detective's calf with her toes.
Over and over and over. Around and up and down and across. The kiss, their chests, their intertwined legs.
Moving, exploring, rocking, caressing.
Cherishing.
There wasn't any particular rhythm, nor was there any intent to build or even progress. There was no destination in mind, not yet. There was just the two of them, their bodies, this bed, and as much time as they wanted.
And so it was with a slight push, a minute contraction of her abs, an unspoken request, Olivia fell back and Alex rolled, assuming the upper most position.
But the movements were basically the same.
Contact. Skin. Tongues. Lips. Breasts. Wetness. Sweat. Want.
Alex scooted down a little, her stomach settling between Olivia's legs as the detective opened herself, the attorney's mouth exploring and enjoying Olivia's ample mounds as they'd done earlier, moving more this time, though, suckling a little harder perhaps, tickling Olivia's ribs and feeling muscles contract, bringing contact lower, feeling moisture across her abs and hearing soft gasps and plaintive moans before crawling back up and sharing another kiss, tongues coming out to greet the other, sliding against the other, licking across teeth, before lips sealed and parted again.
They continued like that, rolling back, alternating positions, flipping, sitting, laying, stealing looks at each other, sharing smiles, exchanging soft words of adoration.
And though a part of them, to be sure, would have enjoyed continuing just like that all night, their bodies, as they frequently do, had desires, too. And those desires were more and more quickly and more and more inevitably becoming more and more undeniable.
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And so it was with Alex atop Olivia again, the detective on her back, one leg sprawled and spread out to the side, the other leg bent up, foot flat on the mattress, Alex riding her thigh, bracing herself above the detective on both arms, both women's breathing starting to elevate, breaths coming quicker and quicker, their combined movements becoming less and less about simply being together and more and more about being satisfied together.
Both of them were experiencing the same build, the same increase, the same pressure, both of them could and did feel that shift. But before they fully gave into it, before they fully got lost in it, Alex stopped her movements entirely. Not for long, not for very long at all. Just long enough to capture Olivia's gaze one more time.
Crystal clear blue meeting bottomless dark brown.
They stared at each other deeply.
No movements. No words.
Nothing really needed to be communicated. Nothing really needed to be said.
It was all just inherently understood.
A twinkle in their eyes. A last quick smile.
And then their bodies began to move again simultaneously, more determined now, more goal oriented. And their fingers found each other purposefully.
Alex shifted herself, putting her weight on one arm next to Olivia's head so she could use the other to reach down into the open invitation between Olivia's legs, dipping her fingers in, getting them wet, so, so, so wet, and then starting to rub, up and down and up and down, sliding easily through aching flesh, then flipping her wrist, dragging her knuckles through those same folds, before finally and quickly finding and concentrating on Olivia's apex.
At the first intimate touch, one of Olivia's hands balled into a tight fist and her neck strained as she pushed her head back into the pillow and lifted her hips towards the newly overwhelming sensation of that direct contact. Despite the fact that her body had been starting to beg for exactly such contact, it was somehow still entirely unprepared for the strength of it when it actually came. The detective bit her lip and closed her eyes, just allowing herself to feel and enjoy Alex's fingers on her, in her, over her, allowing her body to experience and revel in the small shock waves that spread outward from her core and the burning that set up deep within it, her brain reeling at how quickly Alex could do this to her, how easily, how effortlessly.
But after just a moment or two, just long enough for the first muscle spasms to pass, the first blinding pulse to subside, for that's all the time she could afford, she opened her eyes again and did her best to compartmentalize the firing synapsis and nerve endings and focus on Alex as much as Alex was focusing on her.
She reached down to where Alex was so expertly pleasuring her, deftly dipping into her own core, intending simply to gather her own lubrication for use on the attorney. But when her fingers met Alex's, their fingers tangled and intertwined. And then moved. Moved together, slid together. Pleasured the detective together. Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god.
Olivia's breath hitched as she barely dared to even breathe, the unanticipated experience of their combined fingers on her, of essentially masturbating herself with Alex's help, slammed her with a sudden desire to go all the way like this, like this, good god, just like this, fuck!
As their fingers continued to move, as her mind began to lose track of itself, her head pushed back int the pillow again.
And she bit her lip. On purpose.
And hard.
Hard enough, in fact, that the pain helped her somehow, someway, resist that temptation by helping her to refocus once again. And with that renewed focus, she quickly untangled her hand from Alex's, pulling her now wet and glistening fingers free and returning them to their original quest, their original target: Alex. The detective moved her arm, reaching her fingers to where the attorney's folds were tilting and rubbing and smearing against her quad, wasting no more time, risking no more distractions, before bringing them to the top of Alex's sex, rubbing her thumb, slick with Olivia's own essence, directly over Alex's clit.
The effect on Alex, like it had been on Olivia, was immediate. The attorney's hips jerked and she gasped loudly, eyes falling shut, entire body coming alive, breathing skyrocketing, arousal skyrocketing; that tightly packed bundle of nerves, sensitized by earlier activity, then mostly ignored for so long, left to yearn, left to simmer, again just like Olivia, was clearly now ready to explode again.
And Olivia wasn't even done with her, yet. For the detective's other hand, the one that had been balled into a fist just a moment before, was pulled up and in, brought between their upper bodies to find and grip one of Alex's breasts. Olivia first just groped the hanging flesh wholly, grabbing as much as possible, then took up just the hardened tip of that flesh between her thumb and index finger, grasping, pinching, twisting, extracting another loud gasp from the attorney.
With their positions established, with hands and legs and fingers strategically placed, with their nerves drawn tight, with their senses heightened, with the anticipation building, building so quickly, so inevitably, so undeniably, they started to move. Neither had much coordination at this point but they managed to find a common rhythm that suited their common purpose: Olivia's thumb pushing, circling, rubbing Alex's clit with the same beat as her hips pushed up and the same beat her other finger and thumb squeezed Alex's trapped nipple, sending pulse after pulse after pulse through the attorney's body.
And Alex was doing likewise, fingers moving up and down at the same steady pace, meeting Olivia's upward thrusts with a downward slide of their own over the very top of Olivia, feeling Olivia's hardened bud beneath them, feeling Olivia's twitch with each pass, hearing Olivia's soft pant. The position wasn't easy for the attorney to hold, and the muscles in her arm and upper back particularly were starting to protest, but it was so worth it, so worth it, so incredibly worth it if she could just hold it a little longer, a little bit longer…
"Al… Al… Alex!"
The experience was all encompassing. So much contact, so many nerve endings being excited, so many emotions involved, blood pounding through them now, their pussies, their clits, their hearts, their arms, their legs, god their entire bodies starting to reach for that ultimate pleasure, starting to ache for release.
Their movements sped up. Fingers and thumbs flying and griping, hips pulsing, breasts swaying, muscles starting to quiver, nerves drawn so tight. So high, so close, so close, so fucking close. Both of them hoping and wanting, so desperately wanting, to reach the end with the other.
"Liv… god, Liv… Liv!"
Alex's scream echoed in the otherwise quiet hotel room as she reached the peak first, the pressure too much to resist any longer, the combination of Olivia's thumb on her clit and the steady tugging on her breast set every nerve ending on fire and sent her flying. But, fortunately, she preceded Olivia over the edge by only a second or two, for hearing her name issuing so passionately from Alex's lips and the knowledge of Alex's orgasm itself was all it took for Olivia to go right on over with her.
Olivia's body surged and every muscle contracted with her climax, hips pushing up, head pushing down, and the fingers gripping Alex's flesh tightening like a vice on Alex's nipple, clamping down on it hard, so hard, so fucking hard, squeezing it mercilessly. But the mercilessness served to only enhanced Alex's release rather than detract from it, the sensation registering in her brain as pain, yes, but more than that, registering simply as intensity, and that intensity just drove the attorney higher, another scream tearing from her throat, as she continued to peak, or peaked again, neither was sure, both of them seeing stars, gripping and holding and trying to keep moving for the other, wave after wave washing through them, over them, between them, their previous orgasms doing nothing, absolutely nothing, to diminish the strength of this one.
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It felt like it might have gone on forever, and for all they knew, it had. But when the last wave finally passed, when it was finally over, or at least when they'd lost the strength to continue, Alex completely collapsed. Fortunately, Olivia had just enough survival instinct left to drop her knee outwards towards the mattress allowing Alex to fall to the side and roll over onto her back, leaving both women sprawled side by side, arms spread, legs spread, fingers wet, other parts wet, whole bodies damp, in fact, chests flushed, nipples still hard, hearts pounding, ears pounding, mouths hanging open, eyes closed, cores still pulsing and twitching with the diminishing but persistent aftershocks.
Bliss.
Pure, unadulterated bliss.
And well-being.
And belonging.
With their screams quieted, the only sounds to be heard in the room were the muted traffic noise from 42 stories below, the soft hum of the central heating, and their still rapid but slowing inhales and exhales.
Thirty seconds ticked by. Their breathing slowed further.
A minute. The silence continued as their nerves began to settle, the tingling began to fade.
Two minutes.
Then finally, at long last, a sound, a word even. Two words, actually, but not a full sentence. "That was…." It was Olivia who said it.
The incomplete phrase lingered for another thirty seconds or so, another two or three or ten breaths before Alex attempted a response, "Yeah," the attorney agreed less articulately than normal, "That was…" she continued, but then stopped.
She stopped because right then, in that moment of still somewhat stunned afterglow, she inexplicably but uncontrollably started to giggle.
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