The light was sparse in the hall of Amanda's apartment building, gleaming down on the top of her golden head as she rifled through her keys for the one to her apartment. She breathing curses beneath her breath, the same raspy defiance and desire threaded through her tone as inside the cab.
Olivia could still hear her rough murmurs as though she'd just spoken them. I want to fuck you so bad. I'm going to bend you over and fuck you like you deserve… You're beautiful…
Olivia clutched her coat tighter over her chest as she shivered, casting glances up and down the hall as Amanda shoved the key against the lock, metal on metal. Beneath the coat, she was still disheveled, halfway dressed with her shirt unbuttoned and her bra barely clinging to her shoulders.
This was reckless. Dangerous. Wild. It certainly hadn't come from any forethought or preplanning; but suddenly, she hadn't cared anymore. She was sick of always being the rational one, of being looked at to make the good decisions, to sacrifice her own desires for the betterment of the world. She'd run herself ragged trying to fix other people's mistakes, trying to fix other people's lives. Other people's marriages.
When Amanda had held out her hand, she'd caved because she wanted to; because it hadn't been a demand but an invitation; an offer of mutual desire rather than give and take - so much taking… I'm not asking for what you think love is, Amanda had insisted only hours ago inside the bar. There had been a desire in her eyes that Olivia had tried so hard to fear, but now as they hurtled towards the apartment, ready to rip away the last frail partitions of modesty that stood between them, Olivia prayed that Amanda would fulfill every word she hadn't been able to say before.
"Got it." Amanda murmured, twisting the key and shouldering the door open.
Olivia's breath quickened as the door widened before her. This was the final moment to turn back, to apologize, to make more excuses, but the thought barely clung to her mind. She ducked past Amanda, entering the apartment ahead of her. Her gaze tracked across the small livingroom, then towards the hallway that she knew must lead to the bedroom.
She turned slowly back towards Amanda, her trembling hands clutched around the lapels of her coat as she found Amanda in the dark.. With her back pressed to the door, she firmly closed it, her eyes locked on Olivia.
For a moment, they stared at each other as the tension rose to a screech in Olivia ear.
"Take it off." Amanda whispered at last as she eased away from the door.
Olivia's lips parted with a trembling breath, but her fingers loosened. The memory of Amanda's fingers and mouth on her breasts nearly overwhelmed her as she pulled the lapels of her coat back, revealing her body to Amanda once more. The coat hung at her elbows for a moment for slipping from her arms and pooling on the floor at her feet. Amanda stepped forward, her gaze raking up at down her body, from her legs to her disheveled shirt and bra.
As Amanda stepped up to her, she flicked her gaze to Olivia's, and Olivia felt pleasure trample her at the desire that was clearly written across the other woman's face. She was already panting when Amanda grabbed her by the hip and tugged her closer, forcing a breathless gasp from Olivia's mouth. Arching her chin up, Amanda kissed her without prelude or hesitance. The brazen nature of her promises hadn't failed. She wasn't bluffing. She wasn't afraid, and Olivia knew suddenly that she wasn't either.
The realization struck the last of the air of from Olivia's lungs. Without fear, what were they? She didn't have time to contemplate what lay beyond this passionate, desperate union.
The taste of mint and tinted chapstick filled her senses once more, driving away all logic as Amanda kissed her towards thoughtless oblivion. She moaned once more, parting her lips for the slick pressure of Amanda's tongue as Amanda tugged Olivia's shirttails out of her pants and made quick work of the rest of the buttons on her shirt. Olivia leaned into her, pressing her tongue back against Amanda's she wriggled the shirt of her arms, allowing it to crumple to the floor along with her coat. She whined with impatience, shaking the bra from her arms. Amanda grabbed the descending material and flung it across the room. Catching her around the waist, she pulled her close as she immediately cupped Olivia's breast. Olivia groaned into her mouth, clutching the back of Amanda's neck as stumbled back. They nearly tripped over her discarded clothing and their mouths broke from one another. They were both panting heavily, their mouths swollen, cheeks flushed.
"Let's go to the bedroom." Amanda whispered, pressing another kiss to her mouth. "I want to touch you. All of you."
Olivia nodded, dazed and asphyxiated by the pleasure that throbbed through every inch of her being and stole every structured, sensible thought from her mind.
Amanda pulled away from her, and Olivia stumbled after her, grabbing Amanda's hand with both of hers as she allowed herself to be led down the hall. Once inside, Amanda pulled her around in front of her and kissed her again, though this time it was so quick that Olivia could barely respond. When she opened her eyes, Amanda was gazing, her pupils wide and pulsing, so deep and enticing that Olivia wondered if she could fall past the blue landscape and directly into her.
"God, you're so fucking beautiful." Amanda whispered again, her palm cupping Olivia's cheek before curling behind her head.
"So are you…" Olivia barely managed to mumble before Amanda pulled her closer and pressed her mouth to her neck.
Olivia grabbed onto Amanda's shoulders, moaning as Amanda's lips closed around the throb of her pulse, sucking along the sensitive line of her throat. She felt Amanda's other hand at her hip, squeezing slowly before her fingers dipped between them. The button of Olivia's pants slipped open followed by the zipper, and Olivia's stomach dipped and clenched with desire. She held tighter to Amanda's shoulder, arching her hips towards Amanda in a quiet plea. When Amanda's fingers dipped beneath the waistband, pushing the material away, Olivia eagerly shuffled them down to her knees and then to her ankles, leaving her naked save for her underwear.
Amanda surged into her, urging her back towards the bed. Olivia stepped back until felt the mattress hit the back of her knees. She sank to the mattress, and Amanda's mouth broke from her neck, allowing their eyes to latch onto one another's once more.
"Lay back." Amanda murmured as she began to unbutton her own shirt, her fingers moving quickly down her stomach.
Olivia leaned back onto her elbows, biting at her lower lip as she watched Amanda strip her shirt off before moving to her jeans. Her hands slowed as though she could sense Olivia's eyes on her, the intensity of her gaze and desire. She drew back the lip of the belt and thumbed the button her jeans as she caught Olivia's eyes. Olivia stared back at her, desire building at a speed that she could scarcely control. She sat up suddenly, sinking her fingers beneath the waistband of Amanda's jeans. Amanda made a sound of pleasure as Olivia tore the button open and then the zipper, before she bent to kiss her once more. They struggled with the jeans for a moment before Amanda kicked them off and climbed onto the bed between Olivia's thighs.
Olivia arched up to meet her, but the kiss came slower this time as they relished the sensation of flesh against flesh. Amanda clasped her mouth over Olivia's, working Olivia's mouth open until she was pressing her tongue deep, and Olivia was moaning, her hands curling into Amanda's hair, nails biting her scalp. Squeezing her breast, Amanda nursed Olivia's desire to the high peaks of their cab ride once more, stroking and teasing her nipple until Olivia groaned insistently against her mouth.
Finally, Amanda released her breast, and scorching heat of her palm slipped downwards, scaling Olivia's ribs until she reached her trembling stomach. Their kisses lagged as Amanda's fingertips teased the waistband of her panties before sliding over top.
Olivia knew where she was going and this time there was no cab driver, no pants, and no excuses to stop them. Her grip on the back of Amanda's neck tightened involuntarily and her eyes fluttered open as she tried to breathe evenly. The dark ceiling swirled above her before she met Amanda's gaze through the dangling blonde strange of Amanda's fringe. Their exhales were raspy and heavy in the dark as Amanda's fingers curled over her mound to the heat which emanated from beneath the small bit of lace between her legs.
Olivia's breath shuddered and she hitched her leg tighter around Amanda's hip as Amanda's fingers began to circle slowly. Pleasure flared through her body immediately and her eyes slammed closed again.
"Oh my god…" She heard the curse wind from her lips as Amanda fingers dipped then rose.
Her clit was already swollen and the friction of lace beneath the pressure of Amanda's touch created a throb of desire that threatened to swallow her whole. She grabbed at the sheets, her hips arching upwards in search of gratification as Amanda's fingers circled downwards, laying her labia open with one suave stroke. If not for the barrier of her ruined panties, Amanda's fingers might already be buried inside her, and the alone pushed hot desire through her core. The gushing response spilled out of her, soaking through cotton and lace.
"'Manda…" She choked out, her eyes rolling open once more.
Her wide gaze caught Amanda's for a moment before she squeezed them shut again and arched beneath her.
"What do you want?" Amanda husky voice murmured in return as the pressure of her touch increased.
Olivia whimpered, her hips vainly grinding upwards as Amanda bent to kiss her perspiring neck and collarbones.
She could feel Amanda's fingertips honing in on clit, so close that she could almost feel the pleasure building inside her. She felt like a desperate teenage, dry humping in the back of her mom's station wagon all over again, imagining that it was going to be the best sex she ever had. This time, the exaggeration may not be so far off from the truth.
She felt as if she were dancing upon the pinnacle of desire, in agony for more, for the completion of her arousal, and Amanda was going to be the one to give it to her. For this moment in time, that didn't matter, and she would cling to the careless abandon for as long as she could.
Amanda's mouth lifted from her neck and she could feel her eyes on her, watching her writhe in pleasure. Forcing her lids open, Olivia met her eyes with a groan as Amanda massaged her clitoris in slow, rhythmic circles. She had scarcely begun to whisper please when Amanda bent down and kissed her mouth gently.
"I know…" She murmured, her fingers easing towards the waistband of Olivia's panties.
Olivia's breath came faster, her heart surging ahead of all logical thought as Amanda stretched the underwear over her hips. Sitting back, Amanda pulled them down her legs, and Olivia kicked them off with one foot, sending them sailing over the edge of the bed. Where they landed or if she'd find them again was far from her mind as she settled her feet back on the bed, her legs spread open around Amanda.
She bit her lower lip and glanced up at Amanda from beneath heavy lids, but Amanda's own gaze was no longer on her.
"Fuck…" She heard Amanda whisper as she reached out to grab her thighs.
Olivia gasped as she pushed her knees to the mattress, laying her completely open. Her thighs burned and she bent her legs against her ribs to relieve the pressure as Amanda slipped down. She dropped to the floor in front of her, her eyes focused solely upon Olivia's swollen, gleaming pussy. Olivia lifted her head, trying to watch her as Amanda grabbed the hair tie off her wrist and began to pull her hair up in a messy ponytail.
"Oh, god." Olivia whispered, her head dropping back against the mattress, her heart pounding.
Grabbing handfuls of the sheets, she held on as Amanda's hands settled on her thighs and the escaping strands of her hair tickled Olivia's naked flesh. Next, the warmth of her breath rushed across Olivia's lower stomach and labia. When she moved in and her mouth opened around Olivia's clitoris and labia, Olivia heard herself cry out though the sound felt far removed from her being. Her limbs were trembling, useless appendages, her tongue a heavy weight in her mouth. All she could think of was Amanda's mouth, suckling her throbbing flesh.
Below her, Amanda moaned, a sound of utter pleasure before she employed her tongue. Olivia gasped, arching sharply as Amanda's tongue circled around her clit. She grabbed clumsily for the top of Amanda's head, and her fingers dug in, wrapping tight around fine, blonde strands. Amanda didn't seem to mind the rough tugging; instead, she groaned, her head bobbing faster beneath Olivia's hand.
"Oh, god, oh, god…" Olivia panted, her eyes dragging towards the ceiling then back into her head as Amanda pleasured with eager strokes of her tongue.
She sank down against the mattress as her body began to accept the pleasure and reach for it rather than simply bucking and screaming at the overwhelming sensations. Closing her eyes, she arched her hips upwards, giving Amanda an easier angle so that she could scrub her raw. Balancing her feet on Amanda's shoulders, she ground her hips in small circles, working her gushing pussy against Amanda's mouth until she felt her clit swelling against her folds. She shuddered, grasping Amanda's hair harder as circles of Amanda's tongue tightened around the hardened, aching bud.
"Ohhh….." Olivia groaned, her heels digging into Amanda's shoulders.
Amanda surged into her, knocking one of her legs down in the process. Grabbing her ass and pulling her closer, Amanda scrubbed her tongue harder until Olivia groaned and thrashed. The pressure of her mouth was pushing Olivia closer and closer, winding the pleasure tight inside of her until she would reach a breaking point; a point that once reached she could not go back from; a point that she could no longer resist.
She panted, desperately jerking her hips up against Amanda's tongue until she felt herself fracturing, breaking into a million shards of pleasure and desire. Her body jarred away from Amanda, writhing beneath the affliction of orgasm, but Amanda rose from between her clenching thighs, her mouth wet and flushed, a fire burning in her eyes. Pinning Olivia's knee against her side once more, Amanda scrubbed her fingers between her trembling legs, wringing the last of the orgasm from her until she collapsed to the mattress, panting and trembling in the wake of the pleasure.
Olivia lay weakly against the mattress, her muscles quaking involuntarily, her body pulsing in satisfied aftermath.
Amanda's fingers were still between her legs, and she didn't want to open her eyes.
Slowly, her weakened muscles slackened and she let her thighs sink open once more as Amanda's fingers danced through the abundance of wetness dripping from her. Olivia breathed unsteadily, her eyes closed against anything other than the touch of Amanda's hand, as Amanda massaged her gently, nursing the last of the pleasure into new sparks of desire. Olivia dragged one arm over her face, biting at her lip as Amanda circled lower, parting her labia to probe her pulsating entrance.
"Shit…" Olivia mumbled, inching her legs apart as pleasure throbbed dully through her.
The orgasm from Amanda's mouth had been mind-blowing and satisfying, and she was almost embarrassed at how quickly she wanted more. She was used to stolen nights and quick trysts, where the pleasure came fast and hard, but never quite lasted. This… This was different. She wasn't sure what she had expected when she'd gotten into the cab, but all of her assumptions were forgotten now. She knew suddenly that she was going to let Amanda do whatever she wanted with her body for long as the night could last.
Clenching her arm over her face to hide the blush on her cheeks, she inched her hips up towards Amanda's hand, silently agreeing to take the next onslaught of pleasure.
"Come here…" She heard Amanda murmur before she felt herself being pulled closer; then her legs were stretched over the softness of Amanda's thighs and Amanda was clutching her hip, holding her still as her fingers circled deeper.
"Oh…" Olivia's voice trembled as Amanda's fingertips pulsed against her aching hole, barely breaching her. "Amanda… god… I…"
She didn't know what she intended to say or how she intended to say, but the meaning of her dazed whispers must have transferred to Amanda. Before she could string together another jumbled plea, Amanda's fingers were working into her, twisting slowly before thrusting in. Another array of colors burst behind Olivia's eyes and she arched up against Amanda's fingers, feeling herself clench tight around them.
"Mmmnn…" She heard Amanda murmur in satisfaction, a pleased sound of praise that sent a wave of prickled flesh up Olivia's spine.
A part of her wanted to pull her arm from her face and look Amanda in the eye again, but she remained prone as Amanda pulled her tight and gave her another slow thrust that went deep.
Olivia groaned, her body seizing with each measured pulse of Amanda's fingers. She barely seemed to be able to handle the gentlest fucking, her hips rearing upwards after only a few moments of endurance before she tried to spread her legs and take the pace that Amanda gave her. Her cheeks, neck, and chest flushed red with exertion and arousal and at last, she flung her arm from her face and grabbed at the sheets.
Sensing her growing excitement, Amanda adjusted her grip on Olivia's hip and pumped her fingers harder into Olivia's aching, yearning body. Olivia pushed her heels into the mattress, moaning as she felt Amanda's fingers hit deep; still it didn't seem to be enough to fill the spaces inside her that had been terribly empty.
She opened her eyes slowly, panting as Amanda came into view above her, flushed with exertion and glowing with arousal. Her eyes skated down the front of her body to the meeting of their flesh. Her body twinged as she watched Amanda fuck her for a moment before she dug her head back.
"Amanda…"
"What is it, baby?" Amanda whispered, her fingers slowing, yet never ceasing.
"I…" Olivia's mouth felt dry and she dragged her arm over her eyes once more. "I want…"
"Want…" Amanda echoed huskily, her fingers curling deep.
"Nnng...I -I want more…"
Amanda's fingers slowed. "More fingers…?"
"Yes, I…" Olivia whispered, voice failing, ending in a whine.
I need it.
The rest of what she wanted to say remained lodged in the back of her throat as Amanda's fingers eased out of her, leaving her achingly bereft for a moment before she felt the breadth of three fingers stretching her open. Her lips parted, but she scarcely even whimpered as Amanda pierced her again, plunging pleasure straight through her insides. Her nails snared in the sheets and she arched in Amanda's hand, moaning at last as she seated herself fully on her fingers.
"There…" Amanda whispered, her voice husky with desire as she tugged Olivia close. "That feel good, baby?"
Olivia wordlessly nodded against the mattress, her eyes squeezed shut as Amanda's fingers pumped leisurely into her swollen pussy.
"Look at you." Amanda continued to whisper. "You take it so good."
Olivia whimpered, a flush washing over her neck and cheeks. She was used to all passionate kisses and hungry hands doing the talking, but Amanda's voice was doing something to her that physical praise had yet to achieve.
Reaching down, Olivia grabbed the back of Amanda's hand where it curled over her hip, and clung to her as Amanda pleasured her towards a second orgasm. Moans wound from her lips, each one springing new after one another as Amanda's pace quickened. She knew the orgasm would come at some point, but for a moment she relished the feeling of being held, worshiped and pleasured. It was more than she had felt in so very long.
Her eyes fluttered open when she felt Amanda shift. Bending over her, Amanda kissed her gently on the mouth, her fingers slowing.
"What…" Olivia panted, her hips squirming up against Amanda's fleeting touch.
"I want you to turn over." Amanda whispered, her breath rushing hot across Olivia's cheek.
Olivia's breath came faster at her words and at the remembrance of her promise in the cab. Her arms were trembling as she twisted her body beneath Amanda's. Amanda sat back, allowing her to turn completely onto her stomach with her legs parted around her. Olivia gasped when she felt Amanda grab her hips and pull her up until her ass smacked against Amanda's hips.
"This is the part where I fuck you like you deserve." Amanda murmured, spreading her hand down one cheek.
Olivia stared down at the bedsheets, her heart pounding, her body throbbing.
With her thighs parted and her back curved, Amanda could view every part of her. Her pussy was swollen and flushed, glistening with wetness, and Amanda only had to squeeze her other buttock in order to spread her open completely. Her head had lapsed down against the mattress, and drew in fistfuls of the sheets as she awaited the sweet pressure of Amanda's fingers once more.
Releasing one cheek, Amanda drew her fingers down Olivia's thigh before following the inside of her leg upwards. The gentle sensations forced violent tremors through Olivia's body and she muffled a moan into the mattress as Amanda reached the center of her once more and stroked her fingers along her swollen slit. Olivia swallowed a second moan, holding herself still as she waited for Amanda to penetrate her once more.
For a moment, Amanda simply massaged her fingertips between Olivia's labia, teasing her entrance until Olivia groaned a deep sound of frustration into the mattress. Her body on fire, aching to be quenched, perhaps more than before the first orgasm. She'd let go completely now of whatever seconds thoughts may have lingered and all she could think of now was taking Amanda's fingers over and over just as Amanda had so softly praised her for.
At last, when Amanda's fingers sank into Olivia's body, Olivia eagerly thrust back against her with a moan, seating herself on Amanda's hand. They both moaned aloud, their joint exclamations of pleasure joining in the hot air between them. Amanda grabbed her hip, rocking Olivia back against her hand once more, and Olivia met the thrust, moaning as Amanda's fingers hit deep.
"You like that?" Amanda whispered as she fucked her once more, harder.
Kaleidoscopes of pleasure twirled behind Olivia's lids as she lurched forward, her hips writhing. When Amanda pulled her back into position, she quickened her pace, holding Olivia still as she pumped her fingers into Olivia's tender, quivering passage. Olivia groaned, sinking back against Amanda's pounding fingers as she tried to cling to her resilience. She heard herself begin to sob into the mattress as Amanda worked her pussy into a swollen mess of screaming nerve endings and arousal until at last, she surged forwards again, her hips dipping and writhing.
"God, please…" She groaned into the sheets, her body trembling uncontrollably. "Please...I…"
Bending over her, Amanda kissed her buttock before skimming her mouth over Olivia's back and shoulder. She quivered beneath the warmth of her breath and the soft press of her mouth, her flesh sensitive and reactive. She felt as though she were on the verge of exploding, yet she could hardly cope with the sensations.
"Get your ass back up." Amanda murmured in her ear as she reached her neck. "I'm going to pound your pussy until you scream, do you understand?"
Olivia panted into sheets, shivering at Amanda's unequivocal desires and commands.
Amanda slipped away from her, straightening once more as she waited for Olivia follow. For a moment, Olivia could hardly move, her limbs weak and quivering, but then she shifted slowly, lifting her hips back up in offering.
"There…" Amanda murmured, stroking Olivia buttock as she spread her thighs once more.
Olivia panted heavily, pressing her forehead against the mattress as Amanda's fingers stroked between her legs once more. She bit at her lower lip, holding back a whimper when she felt Amanda's third finger paired with the first two again. Pressure and pleasure expanded through her core once more and she slowly pushed against her, allowing Amanda's fingers to sink into her completely.
"Oh, god…" She whispered, squeezing her eyes shut as Amanda urged her to rock back against her fingers.
The rhythm she'd broken by pulling away soon built quickly towards it's rising crescendo once more, and she could hear the way her pussy gushed around Amanda's embedded fingers.
"Nngggg…." She groaned, digging her elbows and her forehead into the mattress. "Please… Please…"
She knew she was begging and that she never begged anyone for anything, but in that moment, she didn't care about any of the promises or resolutions she'd made for herself. All she wanted was this - Amanda washing away the rest of the world with a tide of pleasure so strong that it drowned all her sins, all her guilt, all of her afflictions.
"Don't worry, honey." Amanda whispered huskily. "You're gonna come, and you're gonna come good."
Dragging her hips in close, Amanda thrust into her with no intention of stopping, and Olivia sank into the sheets, sobbing. It was clear that Amanda had abandoned teasing, and all Olivia could do was weakly circle her hips in tandem with Amanda's thrusts. Her fingers were bearing down on the engorged puffy flesh of her g-spot inside her and she curled her fingers to scrub her harder there. Olivia writhed in pleasure, crying out into the mattress as Amanda fulfilled every promise shehad made. She fisted sections of the sheet against her face, clawing at the mattress so desperately that one side of the fitted sheet slipped from beneath the corner. Above her, Amanda was panting and sweating as she pulsed her fingers into Olivia's body in a desperate pattern, driving Olivia closer and closer towards completion. Olivia's thighs trembled, but she remained spread, taking the merciless assault of Amanda's fingers deep inside her pussy until her cries grew louder, deviating into strangled sobs.
When she finally came, her body lurched forwards, her legs squeezing together even as Amanda continued to stroke her pussy. She trembled and shuddered, writhing one way and then other as the pleasure had it's way with her body. The orgasm seemed to hold her body in thrall for endless minutes, urged on by Amanda's relentless fingers until at last she sank to the sheets, panting and trembling.
Amanda's fingers slipped out of her and she whimpered, hardly able to move as Amanda slipped quietly onto the bed next to her.
"Come here." She heard her whisper softly.
Then Amanda was drawing her up and urging her into her arms, and she collapsed there against her breast, shivering still. Amanda pressed a kiss against her perspiring forehead and stroked her hair slowly before lying back against the pillow.
They remained there for a long moment, neither of them speaking, neither of them hardly even thinking. Olivia felt as though she could drift away into a dream, but she remained rooted in the present, in the soft flesh of Amanda's breast against her cheek, in the rise and fall of ribs against her own, in the peace she hadn't felt in so long.
In all these moments, she never once thought of him.