Confessions Lead to Strange Bedfellows Chapter 10 Intertwined Part I, a guiding light fanfic

Title: Confessions Lead to Strange Bedfellows

Author: Kimberly21570

Fandoms: Guiding Light / All My Children

Pairings: Olivia and Natalia / Lena and Bianca

Disclaimer: The characters of Olivia and Emma Spencer, Natalia and Rafe Rivera, Gus/Nicky Aitoro, and Doris Wolfe are owned by CBS/TeleNext and Proctor & Gamble. The characters of Lena Kundera, Bianca Montgomery, Zach Slater/Alex Cambias, Jr., Alexander Cambias, Sr., Ethan Ramsay, Maggie Stone, and AJ Chandler are owned by All My Children, ABC/Disney and Prospect Park. Rights to National Lampoon's Animal House belong to Universal Pictures. Law & Order: Special Victims Unit, as well as the characters of Olivia Benson, Alexander Cabot, and Casey Novak are the property of NBC Universal Television, Wolf Films, and Studio USA Television.

No copyright infringement intended with regard to Guiding Light, CBS/TeleNext, Proctor & Gamble, AMC, ABC/Disney, Prospect Park, Universal Pictures, NBC Universal Television, Wolf Films, and Studio USA Television, or any other entity. Dialogue, settings, and story content in these scenes are original. Written for fun, not profit. All other standard disclaimers apply.

Assorted Ramblings: This update weaves back and forth between the past and the present. As such, I have continued to include dates, times, and locations in an attempt to organize the flow of the scenes, and hopefully, avoid confusion. If ever there is a section that doesn't make sense, please don't hesitate to ask. Also, in the spirit of complete honesty, there are portions that may seem familiar to those of you who have read my Otalia one-shot about their "first time." Those portions were originally written for this story, and were always intended to be included in this chapter. The one-shot was merely a "sneak-peek" at this chapter for those of you who had been waiting so patiently for some Otalia lovin'…

Anyway, this is just the first installment of Chapter 10. There is much, much more Otalia lovin' to, uh… come, but I didn't want to make you wait any longer. It isn't proofed—I've kept you all waiting far too long as it is—and all mistakes and inconsistencies are my own. As always, thank you all for your lovely comments, and for continuing on this journey with me and our Girls.

Rating: Chapter 10 is rated NC-17 for obvious reasons, hehe…

Hope y'all enjoy the first installment, and that it leaves you wanting more… ;-)

Kimberly

Confessions Lead to Strange Bedfellows

"When the heart is flooded with love there is no room in it for fear, for doubt, for hesitation. When each partner loves so completely that he has forgotten to ask himself whether or not he is loved in return; when he only knows that he loves and is moving to its music—then, and then only, are two people able to dance perfectly in tune to the same rhythm."

Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Chapter 10.1 – Intertwined:

Lena's phone was ringing. Glancing down, she noted the caller, and simply shook her head. She answered, not even saying hello. "Oh, Honey, if you're finished already, you're doing it all wrong." Her voice held a pitying tone.

"She wants to go home," Olivia reported, wryly.

"What?"

"Yeah, she wants our first time to be in our home, in our new bed." There was far more to it than that, of course, but the rest of Natalia's reasoning was far too intimate for Olivia to share with anyone.

"Oh, Christ, Spencer, why did you agree to a new bed before you had sex with her?"

"Huh?" Olivia sounded confused. "What's wrong with that?"

"You really don't know anything about women, do you?" Lena's tone was teasing.

"No, I don't," Olivia said, dryly. "That's why I came to you, remember, Oh, Wise One?"

Lena grunted, and stifled a smirk.

"Now, what's so wrong with us getting a new bed?" Olivia pressed. "You know me; I'm good to go anywhere. But it was important to Natalia," she fibbed; not wanting to admit it was just as important to her.

"Women like Bianca and Natalia, sex really means something to them. Especially the first time. So, it's all about location and ambiance." For a moment, Lena slipped back into her old playgirl mode, feigning a lack of those very same emotions, when they both knew otherwise. "Hell, I had to buy not only a beach house, but an entire hotel, Spencer."

Olivia was laughing.

"You laugh now, but trust me, you'll learn." Lena's voice held warning. "And be grateful you didn't take her to San Cristobel. Take her to bed for the first time there, and you'd have to buy the entire fucking island."

The laughter continued. "Well, then I guess I'm just glad I only had to buy the bed," Olivia said, facetiously. "Thankfully, she already owns the house."

Lena grinned. Sometimes the hotelier was just downright witty. "Well, if it's that bed Natalia wants, then you're going home today," she declared adamantly. Lena was no fool. There was more to this story than a bed, but this ridiculous situation had carried on long enough, and she refused to be a party to it dragging out any longer.

"Yes, we are," Olivia laughed. "That's why I'm calling. Would you mind bringing Emma back to the cottage after your picnic? I have a call in to the Lewis pilot, so we should be ready to leave before nightfall."

Lena smiled into the phone. "I can do you one better," she said, waging a bargain. "I'll have the Cambias pilot take you home. The jet is in the hangar right here on the Island. Zach already sent it back for us. Shouldn't take but an hour for pre-flight check, and you'll be home by late afternoon."

"You wouldn't mind?" Olivia sounded so hopeful, it made Lena smile even more.

"Not in the least," Lena confirmed. And then she grinned. "I'm going to get you laid before nightfall, even if it kills me," she teased.

Arching an eyebrow, Olivia teasingly said, "You're awfully obsessed with my sex life, Kundera. What's up with that?"

"Just looking out for my old pal," Lena casually asserted, as she leaned against the driver's door of their SUV. "Oh, and speaking of… Emma will be staying here with us."

"What?" Olivia chuckled.

"Trust me, Spence, once you get that woman of yours into bed, you won't want to leave her to warm Spaghetti-O's or watch SpongeBob," Lena tutored.

Olivia couldn't help but laugh at Lena's comment.

"Bianca, the girls, and I will fly Emma home on Sunday evening," Lena was saying. They were planning to fly out with the Spencer-Rivera clan that evening anyway, because Lena wanted to tour the Beacon first thing Monday morning. "It'll be like a getaway weekend for the two of you."

"You just wanna have sex in our house, don't you, Kundera?" Olivia jokingly accused.

Lena rolled her eyes, as she shook her head and grinned. "Why, yes, Spencer, my sole purpose in flying to Springfield is to have sex with my wife in your house." Her teasing sarcasm was evident, and it made Olivia smile.

"Where are the girls?"

"Within sight, but out of earshot," Lena assured.

Olivia liked that Lena knew why she was asking, and Lena could hear the hotelier's approving smile over the phone. They both felt a pang of thankfulness for the ease of their friendship, and the tacit ways in which they understood one another. It wasn't intimate, like the connection they felt with their respective partners, but it was a familiarity that had been built and strengthened through the passage of time, and they both appreciated it.

"That actually sounds great," Olivia admitted, speaking of Lena's offer to keep Emma. "Thank you."

"It's no problem, Spence," Lena assured. "We adore Emma, and I think she'll enjoy the extra time with the girls."

"I'm sure she will," Olivia agreed. "She's already having fits over leaving them on Sunday, and I haven't had a chance to tell her you were flying home with us for a few days."

"Jordan had a meltdown over that this morning, too," Lena reported. "She's better now that she knows they have a few more days."

"They're so cute together," Olivia said, with fondness in her tone.

"They sure are." Lena sighed contentedly.

After a brief pause, where they both silently cogitated the sweet friendship their daughters had developed, Lena interjected, "Listen, I'll call the car service and have Daniel pick you up. Why don't you shoot me a text when you're ready to leave the cottage, and we'll meet you at the airport to say goodbye."

"Sounds perfect," Olivia easily agreed.

"Okay, we'll see you soon," Lena confirmed.

"Hey, Kundera?" Olivia said, attempting to catch her before she terminated the call.

"Yes?"

"Thanks," Olivia said with quiet sincerity.

Lena smiled into the phone. "Anytime, Spencer," she said, softly. "Anytime."

Forty-five minutes earlier…

Friday, May 1, 2009… The Cottage, Martha's Vineyard—11:45 a.m. Eastern Daylight Time

Natalia was laughing into their kiss as she allowed herself to be dragged through the back door of the cottage. At this point in the game, she didn't care where she was being taken, so long as Olivia's naked body was involved. And it was on this premise that she had taken the initiative, slipping the hands she had buried beneath Olivia's t-shirt, upward, stealthily unfastening her bra. Score one for being a woman, she silently congratulated herself, I knew it was a front-hook.

In the same moment, Olivia was mentally high-fiving her. A guy would have taken all afternoon to figure that out, if he had even bothered to try at all. "You sure you've never seduced a woman before?" she mumbled against Natalia's mouth. "You sure know—"

Olivia's comment was cut off, the air releasing from her lungs in a low moan when Natalia's adept hands found her bare breasts. All thoughts of there being anyone else in the house had long-since left Natalia's conscious mind—and Olivia couldn't have cared less who was there.

"Oh, my God, Spence. I'm so sorry…" Lena covered her eyes and turned away the moment she walked in on the two of them in the family room, where Natalia had Olivia pinned against the door. She kept talking as she fumbled her way back into the kitchen. "You do not see us. We are not here."

Startled, the thorough exploration of mouths and breasts came to a halt, but Natalia's hands remained cloaked beneath Olivia's shirt, as she leaned into her body, giggling.

Ugh! This cannot be happening… Olivia sighed internally. Wrapping her arms around Natalia, she grinned, and kissed her temple. "To be continued…," she murmured against Natalia's ear.

One hand still firmly planted on Olivia's breast, Natalia gave her a gentle squeeze, as she kissed her lightly. "You better believe it will be."

Groaning softly, Olivia returned the kiss, before they stepped into the kitchen. Eyeing Lena, she laughed. "Why are you covering your eyes, Kundera? It's not like we're half naked."

"Not yet, anyway," Natalia murmured against Olivia's ear.

Olivia's eyes widened, in a moment of delighted wonder. Natalia never ceased to amuse and surprise her.

Lena opened her eyes just in time to catch Olivia's cheeks coloring in response. The fact that the hotelier's bra was already unclasped was not lost on her. Chuckling, she said, "Give us five minutes. We'll be out the door, and the two of you can get back to…"

"Out the door?" Natalia's curiosity was piqued. She arched an eyebrow, as she glanced at Olivia. "You two had this planned, didn't you?" Her gaze shifted to Lena, who looked positively guilty, but not the least bit repentant.

"They certainly did," Bianca interjected, as she sauntered into the room with Alex on her hip. "Seems my wife has been busy arranging to get her old college buddy laid," she teased. "Just like old times…"

Olivia's face colored a bit more in response. She gave a helpless shrug.

Grinning, Natalia jokingly asked, "Why am I having visions of Animal House?"

She received two blank stares and a giggle in return.

Two sets of dark eyes bounced from Lena to Olivia, then back again. "Oh, come on, surely the two of you have heard of Animal House," Bianca teased.

Two heads shook, indicating that the hotelier and the financier were clueless.

"Classic American flick about a bunch of Frat boys partying their way through college?" Natalia helped to prod their memories.

"Toga parties? Non-stop sex?" Bianca added.

Olivia arched an eyebrow, and Natalia heard the unspoken question. She shrugged. "What?" she said, sounding almost guilty, "I had brothers."

Her response garnered a grin from Olivia.

In the same moment, Lena feigned incense. "The British are far more refined than that," she said, with an air of haughtiness.

Bianca laughed. "Nice try, but neither one of you is British."

"And I've seen that picture of you in the toga, Olivia," Natalia teased. "Don't lie—you've been to a party or two."

"Who wants lunch?" Olivia was quick to change the subject. She was so not talking with Natalia about the things she had done at those parties. After Alex died and she had given Ethan away, she went completely wild, and she was ashamed of many of the things she had done.

Lena was laughing. She knew exactly what Olivia was avoiding. "Sorry, Spencer, but you're on your own. We packed a picnic lunch for the girls."

Olivia scowled at her. "How thoughtful of you," she said, wryly.

Alex fussed, reaching for Lena. She accepted the child from Bianca's arms, and grinned. "I'm only thinking of you," she claimed. "Which is why we're going to take our leave now."

"Exactly," Bianca agreed. She excused herself then, citing the gathering of Emma and Jordan as her reason.

Lena thanked Bianca, and then bumping her shoulder against Olivia's, she quietly said, "Top drawer of my nightstand, go check it out. I think you'll find some inspiration."

Smirking, Olivia arched an eyebrow. "Inspiration?"

Among other things that Olivia might find inspiring, there were several bottles of flavored body oil in that drawer. Lena smirked, remembering the first time she used some of it on Bianca, right in that very bed. The surge of excitement that shot through her body made her eager to do it again. "Taste the rainbow, Spencer, in all its brilliant flavors…," she murmured against Olivia's ear.

Amused, Olivia tossed Lena a sideways glance. "Skittles give you sexual inspiration now?" she teased. "Oh, Kundera, how times have changed."

"Shut up," Lena laughed. "That's not what I'm talking about, and you know it."

Squealing, Alex sought her Auntie O's attention, and promptly received a pinch to one of her chubby little cheeks. "You were checking that drawer out the other day, weren't you, you little Skittle-monger?" Olivia said, playfully.

Chuckling, Lena confirmed. "Indeed she was, and it's a good thing Bianca found her when she did. I can't imagine the mess we would've had, or the explanations we would've had to give."

Intrigued, Natalia wondered why Skittles would cause such a fuss.

Noting the expression on Natalia's face, Olivia grinned. Still playing with Alex, she asked of Lena, "How am I supposed to know which one is yours?" She sounded concerned. She would never want to violate Bianca by going through her private things.

Lena shook her head and sighed. "Just look at them, Spencer. Trust me, you'll know."

Olivia laughed. Lena did have her own unique style.

"Anyway, top drawer," Lena reiterated. "Call when it's safe for us to come home," she said, as she walked toward the door leading into the living room. Pausing in the entryway, she leaned against it. "Oh, and try not to break the furniture, okay?" The smirk on her face was priceless.

Natalia blushed at the insinuation in Lena's tone, and Olivia just laughed.

After Lena and Bianca left the kitchen, Olivia cleared her throat, and turned to Natalia. Though her body still hummed for Natalia, her mind was functioning again, and was taking over. "We need to feed you," she declared. "You didn't eat anything this morning."

Shaking her head, Natalia wrapped her arms around Olivia's waist, pulling her close. "I don't want food," she argued, pressing her lips to Olivia's mouth. "I just want you."

Pulling her closer, Olivia unleashed a mischievous smirk. "Trust me, Sweetheart, you're gonna need to keep your strength up."

Natalia arched an eyebrow in challenge. "You think I can't keep up with you?"

"Oh, I'm betting you'll give me quite the run for my money," Olivia admitted. Just the idea of it excited her. "But you're carrying our baby, and you need to eat," she said, gently, as her fingertips brushed Natalia's belly.

Olivia's tenderness was enough to bring Natalia to tears. Releasing a soft, contented sigh, she nodded in agreement; and Olivia smiled in response. "Let me warm up some of that leftover brisket for you."

"Oooh, that was so good!" Natalia declared, as she hopped up onto a barstool. Her mouth watered in anticipation, and thoughts of sex were momentarily set aside.

Smiling in triumph, Olivia kissed her lightly, and then turned her attention toward food.

"I still think Lena and Bianca were acting weird about that the other night," Natalia said, making conversation, as Olivia pulled the container of leftovers from the refrigerator.

"About what?" Olivia feigned ignorance of the subject.

Natalia rolled her eyes. "About the brisket," she said, sounding amused. "Do you think it was take-out from some fancy restaurant?"

Olivia grinned. "I can guarantee you, it wasn't," she assured. She pulled two plates from the cabinet. "Besides, you saw Bianca put it on the grill."

"I know, but… I don't know, they just seemed a little off when I complimented them on dinner," she pointed out. "Neither one of them wanted to take credit."

Olivia shrugged. "Who knows?" she said, casually. "Come on; let's get some food in you, so I can finally have my way with you."

Natalia's eyes sparkled with anticipation, as she caught Olivia's gaze. "You won't get any arguments from me."

Friday, May 1, 2009… The Cottage, Martha's Vineyard—1:00 p.m. Eastern Daylight Time

As they entered the bedroom, Natalia's eyes swept the room, taking it all in. It was so beautiful, so lovingly decorated by women who truly cared about them. There were fresh flowers in the vase, just as there had been every day that they had been there, and subtle feminine touches here and there—like the antiqued lace curtains that floated in the ocean breeze, or the satiny burgundy throw pillows with the delicate lace overlay that decorated the sofa near the window. And the bed was made, with fresh linen sheets—though not by Natalia this time, as she had barely gathered the strength to climb out of it that morning. She could not possibly have adored their hostesses any more than she already did.

Turning toward Olivia, who was directly behind her, Natalia tugged on the fingers that were entwined with her own.

A soft smile tiptoed across Olivia's lips. She pushed the door closed with her right hand, as she went willingly into Natalia's embrace. Nuzzling against Natalia's cheek, she whispered to her, telling her how beautiful she was, and how much she loved her, as she deftly turned their bodies around, placing her own back toward the bed.

Lightly, Natalia kissed her, and then nibbled on her own bottom lip.

Picking up on context clues, Olivia asked, "Natalia, Honey, what's the matter?"

Natalia offered a tentative smile. "Everything's fine," she answered. Her eyes flickered over Olivia's left shoulder, landing on the bed. Enough time had passed that her hormones were no longer raging, and reason had taken over; much like it had for Olivia in the kitchen. "I just… I know this was my idea, but…"

Olivia arched an eyebrow. "But what?" She sounded edgy.

That bottom lip caught between perfect white teeth again, Natalia looked almost penitent. "Do you think… maybe we could wait?" Her voice was soft, tentative.

"Wait?" Olivia swallowed hard, and then took a deep breath, trying to ensnare her disappointment. This had to be some kind of cosmic joke. For the first time since they became a couple, Olivia had spent the last few hours allowing her mind to wander, granting her thoughts permission to go there, indulging in her fantasies of all the delicious things they could do together, all the ways they could pleasure one another. Her body was humming with sexual anticipation—a state she had tenaciously avoided for months. Until less than an hour ago, when she had willingly released the floodgates, allowing her body to revel in the copious glory of arousal created by her passionate desire for this woman. And now, Natalia was putting on the brakes. She deserved it, of course, Olivia knew, for having wavered for so long, leaving Natalia to wonder what was wrong. This was just karma's way of biting her in the ass once again.

"Yeah, I… it's just that, I mean…"

The disquiet in Natalia's tone ripped Olivia out of her self-obsessed inner dialogue. "Natalia, what is it?" Now she was concerned. Gently, she touched Natalia's face. "Are you sure you're all right?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine," Natalia reassured. "And I'm not changing my mind, if that's what you're worried about," she said, with a teasing lilt.

"I wasn't worried about that at all," Olivia denied.

"Liar—" Natalia's accusation held a touch of amusement, as she grinned knowingly at the hotelier.

Olivia laughed, as she wrapped her arms firmly around Natalia's waist. "Okay, so I was a little worried," she confessed. "But it would serve me right for being such an idiot."

Grinning, Natalia didn't argue with her; neither did she agree. Instead, she simply kissed her, and said, "I don't believe in paybacks."

Regarding Natalia seriously, Olivia replied, "I actually believe that coming from you." Then that eyebrow arched again. "But admit it—you're still enjoying this," she teased.

"'Lil bit, yeah," Natalia grinned.

Releasing a soft chuckle, Olivia turned serious again. Gently, the tips of her fingers teased the raven locks that cascaded over Natalia's shoulders. "Tell me what you're thinking," she encouraged.

Offering a tentative smile, Natalia answered. "Don't get me wrong, Lena and Bianca are wonderful, and I adore them, really I do, but…" She leaned closer, whispering, "I don't wanna share you with them, you know, after…"

That final word was exhaled on a bashful breath, and a soft smile rippled across Olivia's lips in response. She leaned closer still, nuzzling against Natalia's ear, whispering, "I don't wanna share you after we make love, either."

"Really? You understand?" Natalia sounded a bit surprised, though she knew she probably shouldn't have been.

"Completely," Olivia quietly reassured.

Natalia wrapped her arms firmly around Olivia, relaxing against the firmness of her body. "I just wanna be alone for a while, just you and me, in our home, in our new bed," she said, emphasizing the ownership of both home and bed. "I know Emma will be with us, but that's different. She'll be asleep, and we can have the whole night, just you and me."

Closing her eyes, Olivia held Natalia close, simply delighting in the nearness of her. "That sounds absolutely perfect to me," she whispered.

"Then we can go home?" Natalia's tone was almost pleading. "Today?" she added tentatively.

A soft groan fell from Olivia's lips. "It's gonna kill me to tear myself away from you right now," she confessed. Her body ached with want for Natalia, but she knew she had only herself to blame for having waited so long. "But yes, we can go home today." She grinned, as her eyes caressed Natalia's body. "I'm not waiting one second longer than I have to, to get my hands on you…"

Blushing, Natalia bit her lower lip, adorably, and Olivia couldn't resist kissing her.

Leaning into Olivia's body, Natalia relaxed, breathing in the light musky scent of her. "I can't wait…," she sighed.

"I'll call the pilot," Olivia said, softly. "We'll be home before bedtime."

Releasing a breath she hadn't been aware she was holding, Natalia smiled. "Liv?"

"Hmm…?"

"I love you…"

Delivered on a fettered breath, Natalia's words made Olivia's heart flutter. A soft smile hijacked her lips, as her fingertips lightly caressed Natalia's face. "Right back at ya, Beautiful…"

The kiss that followed was filled with the promise of things to come.

Friday, May 1, 2009… The Airport, Martha's Vineyard—1:45 p.m. Eastern Daylight Time

Upon their arrival at the airport, Olivia explained to Emma that plans had changed, and that she and Natalia needed to return to Springfield early. Being eight, nearly nine, the selective hearing capabilities that Emma would fully develop by her teenage years showed their auspicious beginnings—she only heard the words "going home early." Switch flipped. It was on.

"But I don't wanna go home!" A firm stomping of Emma's foot accompanied her outburst, and was quickly followed by a whiny pout. "You said we were staying until Sunday!"

Crouching down in front of her daughter, Olivia chuckled. "Then I guess it's a good thing you don't have to change your plans," she said. "What you do have to change, though, is your attitude," she gently admonished.

Nodding repentantly, Emma said, "Sorry, Mom. I'm just not ready to leave yet. I'm having so much fun!"

Olivia gently caressed Emma's cheek. "You wanna stay with Jordan and Lexie?"

The tone of Olivia's voice told Emma it was a question, not an observation. "Can I?" Blue-green eyes lit up, and she sounded excited.

"It's 'may I'," Olivia said, emphasizing the correction. "And, yes, you may," she granted. "Aunt Lena and Auntie B will bring you home on Sunday."

"Yay!" Emma exclaimed, as she jumped up and down, clapping her hands. "It'll be good practice for when I come here for summer camp," she asserted.

Shaking her head, Olivia amusingly declared, "You never forget anything, do you, Jellybean?"

"Nope," Emma replied, popping the 'p'.

Olivia glanced up at Lena, who was standing behind Emma. "You sure about this?" she asked in a concerned tone. "It's a long commute if she gets homesick at three a.m."

"I don't get homesick. I stay at Maury's all the time," Emma insisted. "And Jodi's, too."

Lena smiled. "We'll be fine, Spencer," she assured. "We handle homesick all the time when Maggie's daughter stays over."

"Cheska is my best girl friend, except for Emma," Jordan piped in at the mention of her little friend. "I'm a whole year older than she is," she announced proudly.

"You are?" Natalia questioned with exuberance in her tone, as if this was the most exciting news.

"Yup," Jordan answered with a firm nod, as she shoved her little hands into her pockets. "She's gonna marry Lexie someday," she reported offhandedly.

Bianca chuckled and shook her head. "I don't know where they get these things…"

"Out of the mouths of babes…," Natalia said, with an amused grin.

Curiosity piqued, Emma said, "I thought you didn't have any girl friends?"

The question was evident in Emma's tone, and Jordan responded accordingly. "Uh-uh," she said, dark curls shaking adamantly, "You didn't ask me if I had any girl friends," she reminded. "You just said it was weird that my BFF is a boy, 'cause you think boys are yucky."

"I don't think boys are yucky," Emma disagreed. "I just don't wanna be all mushy with them, the way our Mommies are mushy. That's gross." She made a face, and Jordan giggled.

The women all laughed.

Before the girls could continue their conversation, Natalia crouched down to Emma's level, opening up her arms. "Come 'ere, Sweetie. Give me a hug and kiss."

Joyfully, Emma flew into Natalia's arms. "I'll miss you, Mama," she confessed, as she clung tightly to her.

Natalia's heart did a flip at the sound of Emma calling her "Mama." She smiled and kissed her daughter's cheek. "I'll miss you, too, Honey," she whispered softly. "So much." She squeezed Emma harder, as she emphasized exactly how much. "We'll see you on Sunday, and we'll have dinner and story time together, okay?"

Excitedly, Jordan bounced up and down in front of Natalia. "Do I get to have story time, too?"

Natalia smiled, welcoming Jordan into her embrace. She planted the little girl on her knee. "You sure do, Jordan," she assured. "And you get to have a sleepover in Emma's room. How does that sound?"

"Great!" Jordan announced, popping out of Natalia's lap as easily as she had popped in. "I'll bring my quilt for us to share." And then she was hopping around excitedly, and Emma quickly joined in.

"I can see we're gonna be missed," Olivia said, wryly, as she stood to her full height. She offered a hand to Natalia to accomplish the same.

Grinning, Natalia bumped her shoulder against Olivia's. "Speak for yourself, Mom. Emma's Mama will be missed. She told her so… Didn't you hear?" she said, smugly.

"Shut up," Olivia grumbled. "Don't we have a plane to catch or something?"

Laughing, Natalia pulled her close. "Aw…" she feigned a pout, "I think my Baby is grumpy."

Quickly, Olivia's lips were at her ear, whispering, "I think your Baby is ridiculously horny, and she can't wait to get you into bed…"

Delighted, Natalia's dimples bloomed. "I think I hear our pilot calling…"

Friday, May 1, 2009… The Airport, Martha's Vineyard—3:15 p.m. Eastern Daylight Time

A quick round of hugs and kisses had ensued, and within minutes, Olivia and Natalia were strapped into their seats on the Cambias jet; anxiously awaiting takeoff. They chattered amiably, about everything and nothing, as the jet took flight—a means of distraction from what they were both really thinking.

Not surprisingly, their attempts at distraction were not very successful. Not for their lack of trying, but unwittingly, Natalia certainly wasn't helping. As they sat side-by-side on the leather sofa, she drew Olivia's hand onto her thigh, lightly caressing it with her thumb and fingertips as they talked. It wasn't a conscious attempt at seduction, but merely the fulfillment of an intrinsic need to simply touch Olivia, to be in contact with her whenever she was near.

As her fingers moved, slowly trailing along Olivia's skin, Natalia asked questions about the business arrangement Olivia and Lena had made—how it would affect the Beacon in terms of day-to-day operations, and what it would mean for Olivia's already busy work schedule.

All the while Olivia was answering her, the tingling sensation that began in her hand was working its way through her body, as Natalia's fingertips worked their magic. As distracting, as utterly maddening, as Natalia's touch was, Olivia didn't pull away. She understood that need for contact—it was something that she needed from Natalia, too. It was a need that had started in her long before they were together—the brushing of the back of Natalia's fingers against Olivia's forehead, as she checked for fever, or against the slope of her breast as Natalia changed her bandages after the transplant. A tender kiss against her forehead, when Natalia thought her to be sleeping. The light caress of fingertips across her hand, as Natalia sought to calm her in a moment of distress. The gentle tousling of her hair, when Natalia teased her during movie night. There was nothing sexual about those touches, but they fed a hunger deep within Olivia that she never knew existed, and that she felt powerless to describe.

Another question, and Olivia's hand was turned over, and Natalia entwined their fingers. This time her thumb lightly caressed the palm, and Olivia struggled to control her breathing as she answered. When Natalia flipped her hand over again, and began the slow, steady stroking of her palm, Olivia's body slammed into overdrive, as that tingly feeling gathered and pulsed at the apex of her thighs. Never in her life had she found herself so completely and utterly aroused by such an innocent touch.

After reaching cruising altitude, Olivia breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, a polite means of escape—not from Natalia's touch, but from the reaction it created in her own body. She suggested an exploratory tour of the aircraft, and Natalia easily agreed.

Much like the Lewis jet, it had multiple levels, and was equipped with two luxurious lounge areas, several bedrooms and bathrooms with more amenities than the suites at most hotels, with the exception of the Beacon, of course, and a communications room that resembled something out of Star Trek. Men and their toys, Olivia mused appreciatively. The jet suited Alexander and Zach perfectly.

But exploring their surroundings proved to be equally as troublesome as sitting on the sofa, talking. Natalia's hands were touching her as they walked, and her arms wrapped around Olivia from behind, each time the stopped to peer into a room. The warmth of Natalia's breath against her skin each time she murmured a few words, or even giggled, was driving Olivia to distraction; but she wouldn't trade it for the world.

Pausing in the doorway to one of the bedrooms, Natalia sighed contentedly, as she tightened her arms around Olivia's waist once again. Unconsciously, her fingertips lightly stroked Olivia's belly, as she nuzzled into Olivia's neck, simply reveling in the nearness of her.

In moments past, where she felt it impossible to tamp down the rampant fire in her belly, Olivia would have sought escape; shelter from the storm of desire that surged inside her. It had been her only way of maintaining control all those months. Now, she simply sought to be honest with Natalia. Releasing a soft sigh, she allowed her body to fall back against Natalia. Canting her head to the side, her lips brushed lightly against Natalia's ear. "Do you have any idea what you do to me when you touch me that way?" she husked.

"What way is that?" Natalia murmured softly, as her lips connected with Olivia's neck in an ephemeral kiss.

Olivia's breath trembled in soft staccato hitches. "Just the tips of your fingers, brushing against my skin…"

She could feel the softness of Natalia's smile, forming against her ear. "You mean like this?" Natalia breathed, as she demonstrated the technique.

A short gasp, and then a soft moan fell from Olivia's lips, as she husked out a warning. "If you don't stop that, I'll be introducing you to the Mile High Club."

"Don't tease…" Delivered on a throaty whisper, Natalia nipped lightly at Olivia's ear, drawing another low groan from the struggling woman.

"Natalia, I'm serious," Olivia whimpered. "My body is wound so tight from wanting you that I don't think I can handle being teased right now."

Fingertips brushed Olivia's cheek, drawing her smoky gaze directly into Natalia's own. Lightly, Natalia kissed her mouth, lingering. "Don't you know that you do the same thing to me?" she whispered, almost bashfully, against Olivia's lips.

A look of pleasant surprise flickered across Olivia's face, as she broke the kiss. "I—I do?" She sounded almost in awe.

"Of course you do," Natalia quietly confirmed. There was a touch of amusement in her tone, as her fingertips brushed against Olivia's cheek. "You look at me, or… you talk to me… you do things to me, to my body… Things I've never experienced before, and… you do it all without even touching me, Liv…" And oh, God, the things Olivia did to her when she did touch her… Natalia lacked words to vocalize the exquisite sensations.

She followed her admission with another lingering kiss.

Releasing a soft sigh, Olivia pulled her closer, returning the kiss. "We should probably go back to the main cabin," she murmured breathily, as she rested her forehead against Natalia's in their familiar way. It wasn't a suggestion, but rather an attempt to keep from acting on her desires before they even made it home.

Nodding, Natalia wrapped her arm around Olivia's waist. She understood Olivia's reasoning—the bed in front of them was far too tempting, despite her rising sense of nervousness. At least it was nervous excitement, and not nervous dread. She grinned at the thought.

Olivia smiled, and tightened her hold, as Natalia leaned her head against Olivia's shoulder, and together they made their way back into the main cabin. Another hour, they would be landing in Springfield; and beyond that lay an oasis of passion, and longing, and discovery, and intimacy, the likes of which neither of them had ever known.

The remainder of their flight was relatively uneventful—not that they behaved themselves, but at least they both turned down the heat a notch or two. They streamed an episode of Law & Order: Special Victims Unit on the in-flight satellite television, just to pass the time, and ended up in a debate about which D.A. was better—Alex Cabot or Casey Novak.

Ultimately agreeing that Cabot was the better character, they moved on to juicier topics, Olivia swearing that Cabot and Benson were secret lovers.

Scoffing at the notion, Natalia insisted, "Nonsense. They're just friends."

Smirking, Olivia reminded, "So were we, until we were more."

Natalia frowned uncharacteristically. "Touché," she mumbled, drawing a laugh from Olivia.

Then, glancing at Olivia, Natalia gently took her hand again, as she leaned closer. "I'm glad we don't have to be a secret," she said, sincerity in her tone. "I would never want to hide what I feel for you."

Olivia smiled softly. "Neither would I, Natalia," she quietly agreed. She kissed Natalia tenderly then, and pulled her close, as they finished watching the episode. And before they knew it, the Cambias pilot was announcing their descent into Springfield.

Friday, May 1, 2009… Airport, Springfield, Illinois—4:45 p.m. Central Daylight Time

At Natalia's request, Lawrence was waiting for them at the airport upon their arrival. He greeted them warmly, and then ushering them into the sleek, black Escalade—Olivia's favorite of the Beacon fleet—he turned his attention to their luggage.

With no need of any further direction from them, Olivia pressed the button to raise the custom-installed privacy shield, and they settled into the supple leather-trimmed rear bench seat. Pulling Natalia close, Olivia's mouth fell easily against the smooth skin of her neck. Fingers tangled in raven tresses, as she kissed her way along that familiar cord of taut flesh.

Moaning softly, Natalia tilted her head to one side, allowing better access, as her own fingers weaved into the silkiness of chestnut locks. A quietly uttered plea, asking Olivia what she was doing, drew a low chuckle from the hotelier, who responded by saying, "We'll be home in fifteen minutes… I thought we'd get a head start…"

The car was in motion then, moving them closer to their destiny, as a soft laugh fell from Natalia's lips. "We've been getting a head start for weeks now…," she murmured.

Olivia smiled into the mouth she was kissing. "Good point," she concurred. "And now we finally get the long, slow finish…"

Pulling back from the kiss, Natalia's eyes flashed a fusion of challenge and desire. "Slow or not, there better not be a finish anytime soon…"

A sultry laugh accompanied Olivia's response. She felt giddy with desire. "We have until Sunday night, and I don't intend to finish one second before."

"Oh, yeah?" Natalia arched an eyebrow, as she climbed into Olivia's lap, straddling her thighs. The move was rather wonton, at least for Natalia, and Olivia was pleasantly surprised. "And just what do you intend to do to occupy all that time?"

"Oh, Natalia—we have so many new things to try…," Olivia husked suggestively, as she claimed Natalia's mouth in a slow, sultry kiss, "I doubt we'll run out of ideas anytime soon."

Natalia moaned softly, as her fingers once again disappeared beneath the crisp white cotton of Olivia's shirt. Just the slightest touch of her fingertips on skin drew a slow groan from Olivia's lips.

Smiling against Olivia's mouth, Natalia murmured, "And what's your first idea, Ms. Spencer?"

Olivia pulled her impossibly closer, lightly nipping Natalia's lower lip. "Y'know," she said, sounding a bit mischievous, "I think I'll save that for a surprise, but… I can tell you that once we make love, we are totally revisiting that conversation about self-stimulation."

Natalia's face adopted an expression of nervous curiosity. "Why's that?"

Olivia's grin turned downright devilish. "Because the thought of bringing my body to climax, with you on top of me, is extremely arousing," she husked in confession. The heat of her mouth blazed a trail to Natalia's ear, as her hands caressed Natalia's firm, denim-covered ass. "And the thought of you…" Moaning, she bit her bottom lip. "Oh, dear God—the thought of you, touching yourself for me…"

Gasping, the color rose in Natalia's cheeks. "Olivia, I've never—"

"Shhh…" Olivia's hands cradled Natalia's face, instantly calming her. "I know…," she whispered. She kissed her tenderly. "Does the thought of doing that with me make you… uncomfortable?" she asked, gently.

A bashful smile teased at the corners of Natalia's mouth. "Nothing about being with you makes me uncomfortable, Liv," she answered, softly. "I want it all. I want everything you want."

Olivia's breath caught in her chest. "I'm glad," she said, softly, "Because I want so many things with you. And it'll be okay, too. I promise." Her smile told Natalia it was true. "By the time we're finished tonight, I have a feeling you'll figure it out…"

There was a seductive sort of delight in Olivia's tone, and Natalia blushed again at the insinuation. "So you don't think I need to Google it then, huh?" The grin on her face was priceless.

Amused, Olivia laughed heartily. "No, I don't think you'll need to Google it."

Friday, May 1, 2009… The Farmhouse of Love—4:50 p.m. Central Daylight Time

"They're ten minutes out," Jen announced, as she slipped her iPhone back into the pocket of her jeans. She had synced her phone with the GPS tracking device on the Beacon SUV before Lawrence left for the airport nearly an hour prior.

"Perfect timing," Tracy declared, lighting the last of a half dozen scented candles around the master bedroom of the farmhouse.

Each unbeknownst to the other, Olivia and Natalia had called their friends, asking for another favor. Jen and Tracy had been happy to oblige—it was a positive distraction from their concerns of a custody battle, and a way to repay Olivia for the offer of a top-notch attorney. The result was a beautiful oasis for their bosses to find upon their arrival home.

Clicking the safety lock on the butane lighter in her hand, Tracy set it on the dresser, as her eyes swept the room. The windows were open, and white lace curtains rustled slightly in the light breeze that blew in from across the pasture. Soft jazz played unobtrusively in the background. The bed, with its ridiculously high thread count Egyptian cotton sheets and elegant duvet was turned down, and there red rose petals scattered on the champagne-colored sheets, while two mints adorned the top pillow. Olivia's antique silver service tray and wine bucket, and two crystal wine glasses sat on one of the nightstands, while candles and a crystal vase filled with fresh pale pink roses adorned the other. The service tray, decorated with an antiqued lace doily, held a set of crystal pedestal bowls that were filled with assorted fresh fruits and fruit dips, including melted chocolate, and the wine bucket held a bottle each of the hotelier's favorite red and sparkling juice.

Both Tracy and Jen had raised an eyebrow at the latter request, but neither of them inquired after it. They simply knew that this was to be a surprise from each of their friends to the other—a celebration, they had been told. The room looked elegant, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight and waning afternoon sun, and the two of them were certain Olivia and Natalia would find it welcoming.

As they slipped out of the bedroom, Jen carefully pulled the door closed behind them. Pausing, she reached out, catching Tracy's hand.

Turning toward her, Tracy read the swirl of emotion in her lover's eyes. She stepped closer, pulling Jen into her arms, simply holding her close.

Jen went willingly into that welcoming embrace, lingering there. And when finally her gaze fell into Tracy's again, she received a reassuring smile.

Lightly, Tracy touched Jen's face with her fingertips. "What do you say I take you home, and treat you an evening just like the one we just set up in there?" she suggested. "The boys are with my folks… I can draw us a nice, hot bath, light some candles, pop open a bottle of your favorite merlot…" She brushed her lips against Jen's, ever so lightly. "I think we need it," she quietly asserted. "We certainly deserve it."

A quiet smile spread across Jen's face, and her bright blue eyes shown with love as she gazed into pools of deep liquid brown. "Yeah—," she whispered, nodding slightly. Her fingers tangled in short silken waves, and she kissed Tracy full on the mouth. "Yes, yes—," she repeated with urgency. "Take me home, Trace. Make the world go away, just like you did that first time…"

"Anything for you, Love," Tracy husked, as she returned Jen's urgent kiss. And then they were like teenagers, making their way down the stairs and out to their car, racing home to rediscover all the wonders they had shared on that first beautiful night together.

Friday, May 1, 2009… The Farmhouse of Love—5:00 p.m. Central Daylight Time

By the time they arrived at the farmhouse, Olivia and Natalia had worked one another into such a frenzy that they could barely restrain themselves long enough to make their way into the house. They did their level best to look presentable when Lawrence opened the back door of the SUV, but given their rumpled appearance and flushed complexions, it was obvious what they had been doing, and how intense the situation had become.

He simply smiled and nodded, saying, "Yes, Ms. Spencer," when asked to drop their larger pieces of luggage in Olivia's old bedroom, last door to the left at the top of the stairs, just past the bathroom.

As Lawrence headed toward the front door, house key in hand, Natalia pulled the two smaller travel cases from the cargo area of the SUV. Close behind her, Olivia grabbed one of the lighter bags, throwing the strap over her shoulder. Immediately, Natalia set the travel cases on the ground, as she fussed at Olivia not to overexert herself.

Arching an eyebrow, Olivia reached for her, pulling her close. Their bodies pressed together, a quiver of excitement stirred deep in her belly, and she allowed the thrill to spread through her. "Oh, Sweetheart, you've seen nothing of overexertion," she said, with a coquettish grin. "Just wait 'til I get you inside…"

A flash of excitement sparkled in Natalia's eyes. Leaning forward, she engaged Olivia's willing mouth in a deep, probing kiss. "I am so finished waiting…"

The bag was dropped, and quickly forgotten, as Olivia allowed herself to be dragged inside. Turnabout was fair play, and Natalia proved herself a worthy challenger. Somewhere in the deep recesses of Olivia's conscious mind, there was the faintest awareness of gravel shuffling under their feet; and then Natalia had her in the house, pressed up against the front door.

Reveling in the sensation of Natalia's body against her own, Olivia grinned into their kiss. "You certainly have a thing for doors, don't you?" she teased against Natalia's mouth, as hands, once hastily buried and then searching beneath clothing now slowed, gently exploring patches of warm skin, their mouths never parting for a moment.

Natalia groaned. "Walls, too—" Dark eyes sparkled with excitement as she answered against Olivia's mouth, and then she was kissing her again.

Softly, Olivia moaned Natalia's name into her mouth, as Natalia's thigh found purchase against her heated center. Natalia grinned, and deepened their kiss, her arms wound tightly around Olivia's neck, as she pressed her body forward. Olivia's response was another groan, this one louder, deeper, and Natalia laughed into their kiss, as she pulled her away from the door, moving theme deeper into the room.

As Lawrence descended the stairs, he shook his head and grinned.

Laughing into their kiss, Olivia was hopping on her left foot, with her right one folded up behind her, as she attempted to remove a stubborn shoe. They were completely oblivious to his presence, and he found them quite amusing, like newlyweds who couldn't keep their hands to themselves. Obviously, their vacation had gone well.

Heated mouths never parted for a moment, as one by one, shoes and socks were haphazardly cast aside. And then eager fingers were fumbling with buttons, buckles, and snaps, and anything else that might be in the way.

Quietly, Lawrence slipped out the door, only to return a few moments later with the luggage they had abandoned on the driveway. Without peering into the house, he set the luggage and keys just inside the front door, quietly set the lock, and closed the door behind him.

Slowing their kiss, Olivia sighed softly. And then her eyes slid closed, as their lips parted and foreheads came to rest together. Wrapping an arm around Natalia's waist, Olivia held her impossibly close, even has the hand she held between their bodies slowly released the buttons on Natalia's shirt, from the bottom, up. It was the burgundy shirt, the one that she loved so much on Natalia, and it had long-since been pulled from Natalia's jeans; rumpled beyond casual repair by Olivia's obsession with the soft skin and taut muscles that lay beneath.

Natalia held her breath, as Olivia slowly released the buttons, and then, their gazes locked, tension increasing, as Olivia stealthily slipped the shirt from Natalia's shoulders. Her body shuddered under Olivia's fingertips, as they slowly traced the edges of her black lace bra along the fleshy curve of her breast.

Olivia smiled, and dipped her head down, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the tiny birthmark on the inner swell of Natalia's left breast. She basked in the nearness of her, the scent of her soft skin, savoring the moment.

The heat of Olivia's mouth, the brush of that tongue against the edge of her breast made Natalia shudder again. Her body grew warm, as her pulse increased, and her breathing turned to rapid panting, as Olivia continued kissing her there. Purposely, she drew Olivia's mouth up to meet her own. And then she found Olivia's gaze again, and rocking her deliberately backward toward the stairs, her gaze never faltered, as fingers began the slow working of buttons on the crisp white shirt Olivia was wearing. The backs of her fingers brushed against heated skin, as she steadily released them, one by one, working her way up between firm breasts.

Olivia's nipples perked in anticipation, and her breath caught in her chest, as the shirt was pushed from her shoulders, falling gently to the floor at the base of the stairs. Again, the tension between them rose, as Natalia's fingers deftly worked the buckle on Olivia's belt.

Breath catching in her chest, Olivia watched intently as Natalia unbuckled her belt, and began fumbling with the snap and fly of her jeans without missing a beat. Twinkling jade held a spark of humor, as she smiled into Natalia's eyes. "You really want me naked, don't you?"

"The sooner, the better…," Natalia gasped, her eyes never leaving Olivia's gaze.

Releasing a throaty growl, Olivia stepped backward, and began the slow ascent toward their bedroom.

Natalia's gaze intensified. She followed, matching Olivia's steps, as she slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of Olivia's jeans. Her eyes challenged Olivia, as her fingers freed the snap on those tight jeans, and then the zipper was gliding downward.

Olivia stopped mid-step, as she felt a jolt of excitement beneath the heat of Natalia's hand. A mere centimeter farther, Natalia would discover how wet, how hard she was for her. Just the thought of it escalated Olivia's excitement tenfold. Biting her lower lip, her eyes darkened as they met the challenge in Natalia's gaze, and she lunged forward, claiming Natalia's mouth in a heated kiss.

Surprised, Natalia gasped, and then she quickly fell into the kiss, opening herself to Olivia's advances. The warmth of Olivia's tongue swirled in Natalia's mouth, exploring the deep recesses therein, as her fingers deftly released the Natalia's belt buckle and the snap on her jeans, in quick succession. The zipper lowered, and Olivia felt the distinct texture of lace against the backs of her fingers, even as Natalia gasped at the delightful sensation of Olivia's hand brushing against her most intimate place.

Slowly, Olivia maneuvered Natalia against the staircase wall, as she gently withdrew from their kiss, pressing their foreheads together.

Natalia whimpered at the loss, and a soft, knowing smile hijacked Olivia's lips.

Gazing down Natalia's body, Olivia's breath hitched and her groin clenched in sexual anticipation, as her eyes fell across the swell of Natalia's breasts, and then on to the black lace of her matching bra and panties. She smiled as her fingers lightly traced the lacy pattern across the gentle slope of one breast. And then she teased a nipple to attention, drawing a low groan from Natalia. "Did you wear these for me?" she husked. Just the thought of it made Olivia's entire body sing.

Gulping, Natalia nodded. "Only for you, Liv," she whispered. "Only you."

Jade eyes never leaving deep pools of mahogany, Olivia dipped her head down, capturing that taut nipple with her mouth. Slowly, she suckled it through lacy fabric, soaking it. Allowing her tongue to ride the lower ridge, she caused a guttural moan to extricate itself from Natalia's lungs. Insistent fingers twisted in Olivia's hair, as Natalia held that hot mouth firmly against her lace-covered breast.

That sound was enough to drive Olivia nearly mad with desire. The heat of her mouth claimed Natalia's again, and from there, neither of them could explain the frenzy that followed. Mouths and bodies never parted for an instant, as they ascended the staircase, and yet somehow they managed to discard jeans and other articles of clothing along the way.

By the time they finally reached their bedroom, the only barrier that remained between them was Natalia's lacy panties, but only because they reached the door too quickly.

Olivia kicked the door closed, shoving Natalia against it in one smooth motion. They both groaned at the sensation of skin upon skin, as their bare breasts pressed fully together for the first time. "God, Natalia, I've wanted you for so long…," Olivia growled, as her teeth nipped at the pulse point that beat rapidly beneath her mouth. Her hands sliding upward from Natalia's waist, Olivia traced her thumbs along the edge of her lower ribs, as probing fingers pressed into her sides and back. Natalia shuddered, and Olivia swallowed the accompanying groan, as she discovered the silky skin beneath Natalia's breasts.

"Me, too, Liv," Natalia whimpered, as Olivia's thumbs lightly teased her nipples, causing them to pebble. "I want you so much…"

Their kisses grew wild then, tongues exploring, fingers tangling in raven and chestnut, as Olivia's knee slipped between Natalia's thighs, pressing into her, finding her hot, wet, beyond ready.

Olivia's ability to relate was steadily increasing with the introduction of Natalia's hands to the mix. Stealthily, those hands shimmied between their bodies, exploring Olivia's breasts. They caressed and kneaded, and then fingertips were brushing her nipples, making them stand at attention.

"Jesus, Natalia," Olivia hissed, as insistent fingers tweaked and teased. "Are you obsessed with my tits, or what?"

Groaning at the sensation of Olivia's nipples, tight against her palms, Natalia husked, "You have no idea." She squeezed those perfect globes, as her thumb brushed over nipples that turned rock-hard under her touch. She couldn't wait to get her mouth wrapped around one, or both, of them.

Another light brushing drew a low moan from Olivia's chest that was promptly deposited into Natalia's mouth, and Natalia grinned into their kiss. "You like that, do you?" she practically purred.

"Immensely—," Olivia growled. "Do it again…"

A soft chuckle fell from Natalia's lips into Olivia's mouth, as she obliged the request; and what she received in return was a moan so guttural she thought Olivia might self-combust right there on the spot. She reveled in the extreme pleasure of drawing such sounds from Olivia.

Her own arousal skyrocketing under Natalia's touch, Olivia's basal instinct was to throw her down on the bed, grinding their centers together until their writhing, sweating bodies exploded in release. That kind of sex, she knew only too well. But she wanted so much more than that with this woman. She wanted it all—every touch, every kiss, every quiet whimper and soft moan, every proclamation of love murmured in a moment of sweet ecstasy, every sappy, lovesick grin as they reveled in the afterglow. Yes, she wanted it all. And she wanted it with Natalia. So much so, that she found herself inexplicably near tears. No other love would do.

Slowing the kiss, lingering on Natalia's mouth until finally, their lips parted on a shuddering breath, she rested their foreheads together. Eyes slipping closed, she luxuriated in the nearness of Natalia, in the soft, sweet scent of her body.

Panting, Natalia pulled her closer, murmuring to her, "Please don't tell me you're stopping, Liv. Not this time…" It was a desperate plea, wrought from a heart that loved her, and body that ached for her touch.

Wrapped in a whisper, Natalia's plea made Olivia feel simultaneously wanted and amused.

Releasing her breath on a soft laugh, Olivia smiled and shook her head. "No, I'm not stopping," she breathlessly assured. "I'm never stopping again…"

Pausing for a moment, she attempted to catch her breath. Gently, she touched Natalia's face, their gazes locking. "I just wanna slow down, N'talia." That sweet name tumbled out on a breathless whisper in the way that could only be Olivia.

Slowly, Olivia raked her fingers through Natalia's long, luxurious hair. Natalia's head dropped back instinctively, allowing the digits to flow easily through tresses of pure silk, and they both moaned as the heat of Olivia's mouth grazed along the taut cord of muscles in Natalia's neck. "I wanna savor every moment of this with you…" Olivia was whispering. She pressed a light kiss against Natalia's pulse point, and Natalia sighed in response. "Every touch, every breath…" she murmured against soft skin, as her mouth moved slowly toward Natalia's ear. "Every shudder and moan." Lightly, she nipped Natalia's earlobe, extracting a soft moan from her. "I wanna commit it all to memory."

Eyes closed, catching her own breath, Natalia was nodding. "I want that too, Liv. I want that so mu—"

Before Natalia could finish her response, Olivia's mouth was connecting with hers again, this time in a slow, sensual kiss that drew her in, leaving her drunk with desire. Her breathing changed, as her arms wrapped tightly around Olivia's neck, pulling her in.

Olivia felt the subtle shift, and released the pressure she had been exerting against Natalia's body. Deftly, she turned Natalia away from the door, and slowly backed her across the room toward their bed.

Gauging the distance, by way of glancing over Natalia's shoulder, a soft laugh fell from Olivia's lips when her focus shifted to the bed. In perfect hotel fashion, she found the covers turned down, and mints on the pillow—Jen and Tracy were clearly women of style and class, with the lightest touch of humorousness. She made a mental note to thank them, as she turned to sit on the edge of the bed, pulling Natalia between her thighs, her eyes never leaving Natalia's face.

Gazing down upon her, Natalia gently swept locks of chestnut away from Olivia's face. "I love you so much," she whispered, before leaning down to kiss her softly.

Olivia smiled against soft lips, returning both the sentiment and the kiss. And then she was gazing into those mesmerizing dark eyes again, as she tenderly kissed and nibbled each and every one of Natalia's fingertips before placing a deliberate, open-mouthed kiss against her palm.

When Olivia finished, Natalia felt practically dizzy with need. She was beginning to wonder if there was anything Olivia could do that wouldn't turn her on. As she contemplated the answer, her fingers swept through silky chestnut, tangling, as she bent down to kiss her again. And then she blushed slightly as her gaze fell onto the fullness of Olivia's breasts for the first time; but she did not look away. Instead, she stared, shamelessly at the beautiful twin globes. She bit her lower lip, stifling a moan, as her eyes traced their ampleness; taking in the fleshy curves and perfect coral-tipped nipples, flushed and hard with arousal. It wasn't the first time she had glimpsed Olivia's body—there had been many times during the woman's recovery, when Natalia had dressed her and cared for the incision that now symbolized their eternal connection, both with Gus, and with one another. But this was different—it marked a crossroads, a turning-point, in their relationship, solidifying their connection.

Gently lifting Olivia's breasts in her hands as she had imagined so many times, she reveled in the weight of them in her palms. This felt entirely different from simply caressing them beneath Olivia's shirt, or having them pressed up against her own breasts.

A soft whimper fell from Olivia's lips when deliberate thumbnails brushed the undersides of her nipples, and Natalia leaned down to kiss Olivia's mouth again, as her caress lingered. Her tongue lightly danced, teasing Olivia's mouth, as her fingertips teased taut nipples, and Natalia whispered of her desire for more.

Olivia's center pulsed in anticipation of Natalia's mouth and tongue on her breasts, but she gently denied her. "I want that so much, Natalia," she practically panted. Natalia's tongue was working some serious magic in her mouth, and it was driving Olivia to distraction. "But if you do that right now, I'll be finished before we even get started."

Grinning against that mouth, Natalia took Olivia's face into her hands. "Then I guess we'll just have to do it again."

There was amusement and blatant desire in Natalia's tone as she voiced her assertion, and Olivia smiled, and lightly kissed the corner of her mouth. "We can do it as many times as you'd like, Sweetheart," she husked, as she took Natalia's face into her hands. "You've been so patient with me. I just… I…"

She bit her lower lip, staving off emotions that threatened to overwhelm. Not since Jeffrey, had any man taken his own pleasure before Olivia's needs had been satisfied. Never once had she ever allowed that. But everything with Natalia was different, and Olivia felt overwhelmed with the need to simply give to her. "Let me love for a while first? Please?" Exhaled on a shaky breath, Olivia's tone left her sounding so vulnerable that it nearly broke Natalia's heart.

Tears formed in Natalia's eyes, and she found herself nodding in agreement, as her fingers tunneled through chestnut locks. "However you need it to be," she quietly granted, as she gazed into watery pools of jade. "I love you, Olivia, and you can have whatever you need. I just wanna be with you," she whispered, before feathering Olivia's mouth with a kiss.

The sincerity in Natalia's tone rocked Olivia to her core. No one had ever loved her with such purity, such depth, such utter selflessness. No one had ever touched her with such tenderness. Nothing and no one aside from her children had ever meant so much to her, and it was the deepest desire of her heart to prove herself eternally worthy of such a gift as Natalia. The truth of that left her more vulnerable than she had ever been, and for the first time in her life, with this woman, vulnerability was not a frightening experience, but rather, it was a welcomed one.

Deepening the kiss, she lingered on Natalia's mouth for several moments. Then, with a cleansing sigh, she released her.

A desirous smile twitched on her lips then, as those expressive eyes journeyed across the beauteous landscape of Natalia's visage. And when she finally arrived, her breath caught in her chest at the wish-fulfilling sight of Natalia's breasts. She had touched them before; even suckled those sweet nipples, but she had never actually set eyes on the beauty of them until that very moment. It surprised her to realize just exactly how intensely she desired to see this woman; to touch her. Never in her life had she felt such attraction, such need, for another person's body—let alone a woman. But this woman—she changed everything; broke every hard and fast rule Olivia had ever known.

Natalia's body shuddered involuntarily under the force of Olivia's resolute gaze, but she felt not the least bit self-conscious. Instead, she wondered if it were possible to feel any greater pleasure without even being touched. She bit her lower lip, as the intensity of those smoky jade eyes welded her feet to the floor, rendering her unable to move, barely even able to breathe.

All other thoughts aside from Natalia faded from Olivia's thoughts, as her mouth dropped to Natalia's torso; and so began a slow, torturous exploration of smooth olive skin. Her fingers clutched Natalia's ass, pressing insistently into firm, lace-covered flesh, as meticulously, she traced the edge of Natalia's left side and across her pelvic bone. And she felt taut muscles ripple and twitch beneath her mouth and tongue, as she crossed the short expanse of skin, dropping lingering kisses along heated flesh, inching her way toward Natalia's bellybutton.

A soft moan fell from two sets of lips as Olivia's tongue dipped inside that sweet little well, teasing, and fingertips, mouth, and tongue missed not a single millimeter of skin, as Olivia explored from the edge of Natalia's lace panties all the way to her breasts.

The muted glow of candlelight and the fading light of day bathed those delicate swells of flesh in flame-kissed shadows, and Olivia could not resist the urge to touch. Smoothing her fingers over the soft flesh, she reveled in the sensation of Natalia's breasts in her hands. The silky smooth globes were perfectly round, with tight areolas surrounding nipples that were hard, dark shadows against her flawless olive skin. They strained toward Olivia, seeking her attention. "You're so beautiful, N'talia," she whispered in awe, as lightly, she brushed her thumbs across taut tips, drawing a guttural moan from Natalia's lungs.

And then the urge to taste became overwhelming, and Olivia brought her mouth to Natalia's right breast, tracing the gentle swell of it with slow, open-mouthed kisses, as her right hand continued to caress its twin. Leisurely, her mouth and tongue journeyed across silken flesh, nipping and licking their way to a taut peak. And finally reaching that peak, Olivia kissed the outer edge of it softly, tracing it with the tip of her tongue, sending shivers of delight down Natalia's spine.

Natalia's fingers tightened in Olivia's hair, as she offered up moans of pleasure in response to the light fluttering of Olivia's tongue against her engorged nipple. And then the gentle sucking began, and Natalia's head fell back; raven tresses draping the smooth flesh of her back. God, nothing had ever felt so physically invigorating, as liquid desire pooled in her center.

When Olivia's mouth found her other nipple, Natalia wondered if anyone had ever climaxed from nothing more than this gentle, yet insistent suckling. Damn, this was torture. But it was the sweetest torture she had ever known. She felt her groin clench again, that throbbing sensation intensifying, as more of that delicious liquid heat soaked through the lace of her panties. Involuntarily, her hips jerked forward, seeking contact, as her legs began to weaken.

Sensing the shift in Natalia's body, Olivia drew her closer. Her mouth never leaving that delectable swollen bud, insistent hands grasped the backs of Natalia's thighs. Her fingers pressing into firm flesh, Olivia released a groan that bubbled around Natalia's nipple, drawing a sharp gasp of pleasure from her, as she urged her forward.

Willingly, Natalia slipped first one knee, then the other, onto their bed, effectively straddling Olivia's thighs. And then her arms wrapped tightly around Olivia's head, pulling her close, holding her firmly in place as she reveled in the exquisite sensations that hot mouth was creating deep within her body.

Nuzzling against Olivia's ear, Natalia softly murmured her encouragement—telling her how wonderful her mouth felt, and how excited she was making her. And when Olivia gently bit that sweet little morsel, a guttural moan fell from those lips, as Natalia's mouth dropped open and her head fell back again.

Pulling Natalia closer, Olivia groaned as she felt the wet heat of Natalia's desire, pressing against her. Her own center felt congested with liquid heat, and it pulsed with need that intensified with every sound that fell from Natalia's lips. Sliding her tongue along heated flesh, she made her way to Natalia's mouth, claiming it in a deep, passionate kiss. Tongues tangled, wet, and warm, as their mouths met again and again in kisses that lingered and enticed.

Finally, leaning back against the pile of pillows, Olivia pulled Natalia toward her, urging her to settle on top. Legs tangled, and they released a simultaneous sigh of contentment at the wish-fulfilling contact of their bodies. Breasts against breasts, nipples kissed. Bellies pressed together, they felt every nuance of every breath that passed between them.

Slipping her tongue into the velvety heat of Natalia's mouth again, Olivia reached depths she had never before explored, and Natalia's entire body hammered in response. If she thought Olivia kissed with her entire body before, now all she could think was that Olivia kissed not only with her entire body, but with her entire soul and being. She grew harder with arousal, as she reveled in those kisses, in the close proximity their bodies, her heart pounding wildly against Olivia's chest. Thoughts on a tear, she felt nearly breathless, as she attempted to comprehend how her body could be reacting so acutely when Olivia had barely touched her. Nothing had ever felt this incredible.

Olivia could feel how rigid Natalia's clit had become as she settled between her thighs. Spreading her legs wider to draw Natalia impossibly closer, she groaned, as she reveled in the sensation of wet heat and that taut bud pressing against her through the black lace of Natalia's panties. She knew that her own body was aroused beyond anything she had ever experienced before, but never would she have imagined that a woman could get so hard as Natalia was at that moment. She ached with breathless anticipation at the thought of finally getting to touch her there, and the mere notion of doing anything more would surely cause her to explode. In the meantime, the texture of the fabric was abrading her own engorged bud, and judging from the states of their bodies, Olivia knew that a few strategic thrusts would bring them both to completion.

She needed that, desperately. But she wanted so much more with Natalia. Instead, as those sensual kisses continued, Olivia twisted their bodies, gently laying Natalia down on their bed. Finally, soft, cool sheets soothed Natalia's heated flesh, as she sank into the softness of their mattress.

Lying partially atop Natalia, the top of her thigh pressed firmly against Natalia's center. Slowly, with light nips and soft kisses, Olivia pleasured both breasts and nipples, extracting the most exquisite sounds from deep within Natalia's belly. Again, she took her time, not missing a single millimeter of flesh, as her mouth and tongue worked in slow circles, making their way toward those dark, straining peaks, where she lingered until Natalia's hips began to shift, rising from their bed in search of more intense contact with the firm thigh that was nestled between her legs.

When Olivia left those swollen peaks, Natalia whimpered at the loss of that warm mouth, that tantalizing tongue; but then she settled, as they worked their way across her right collarbone.

Taking her time, Olivia savored the salty brine from Natalia's skin as she traveled, only to find her mouth connecting with the tiny gold cross the adorned the younger woman's neck. It was simplistic, but beautiful, and Olivia could not take her eyes off it.

Lightly tracing the crucifix with her fingertip, she could feel Natalia watching her as she considered the implications of what they were about to do. She was so far gone. They both were. But Olivia's concern for Natalia's well-being was paramount. Glancing up, she met Natalia's intent gaze. "I love you, Natalia, so much… and I want this with you, more than anything. But… are you sure this is all right?" she asked, gently. She sounded as if she might cry. "Sex… outside of marriage, I… I know how much you've struggled with the guilt—".

Pressing a single finger across Olivia's lips, Natalia quietly shushed her. Then, brushing her fingertips beneath Olivia's chin, she drew her into a soft kiss. "Don't, okay?" she whispered.

Shaking her head, Olivia insisted, "I just… I don't ever want you to feel as though you've compromised your beliefs for me."

Tugging at Olivia, Natalia urged her upward, until their bodies where connected in every possible way. "This is completely different, Liv," she quietly declared. "It wasn't sex that caused my guilt. It was that I gave myself to someone who wasn't God's intended; and in Frank's case, someone I didn't even love."

"Really?" Olivia asked, tentatively. "I don't need to marry you first?" Her voice was low, almost roguish as she said it, and her lips flickered with a smile.

A slight smile twitched at the corners of Natalia's mouth, and she tangled her fingers in Olivia's hair. Reaching down with her other hand, she entwined their fingers. "I'm already married to you in my heart, Liv," she whispered, as she drew their hands up, pressing them against her chest. "I belong only to you, and making love with you will seal the commitment I made the first time I told you I love you. I've only ever said those words to two people in my whole life, and…"

"Me… and Nicky," Olivia said, softly.

A bittersweet smile trickled across Natalia's lips at the mention of Nicky's name. Gently, she rolled Olivia over onto her side, lying face to face with her. "Yeah—," she whispered, as the tips of her fingers lightly traced along the scar on Olivia's chest. "And I've never meant them more than I do with you. I'll never say them to anyone else, ever. You are it for me, Olivia Spencer," she murmured, as she tenderly touched Olivia's face. "It was always you. It always will be."

Gazing lovingly at her, Olivia lightly traced Natalia's beautiful visage with her fingertips. "God, you're amazing," she whispered in awe. "I can't believe that you really love me."

"I do…" Natalia whispered. "More than you could possibly know."

"How lucky am I?" Olivia wondered aloud. Tenderly, she kissed the corner of Natalia's mouth. "I can't believe we're actually here," she whispered, as her body relaxed against Natalia's, their legs intertwining. "So many times I looked at you, and you were just so beautiful, all I wanted to do was reach out and touch you. But… I never thought I would have that right."

"But you do, Liv," Natalia said, softly.

"I know…" Exhaled on a breath, Olivia's eyes began to tear. "Just to be so close to you takes my breath away, and knowing that I can touch you, Natalia, you have no idea what that does to me."

"Show me…," Natalia breathed.

Olivia's breath hitched at the invitation, the intensity in their eyes spoke words that only their hearts could comprehend. She leaned closer, capturing Natalia's mouth with her own.

In the space of a single heartbeat, gone were all coherent thoughts, all sensibilities, leaving only awareness of the sensations caused by Olivia's hands, and mouth, and tongue, as they pleasured her body in ways she never dreamed imaginable. The longer Olivia kissed her, touched her, the deeper her body flushed with desire. How could something so tender evoke such burning need within her body? This certainly was not like any sex she had ever experienced before—and they had barely gotten started. It was new and different, and she rapidly found that she craved even more. She could feel the heat emanating from the body that pressed against her; causing a surge of wanton desire to crash through her own. Pressing into Olivia's body, she sought to assuage her need, and Olivia was quick to oblige.

Lost in Natalia's body, Olivia relished every movement, every breath, every slight shudder and soft sigh until she knew that Natalia craved more. She whispered softly then, seeking permission to finally touch her most intimate places, and Natalia answered, not with words, but with telling moans and the insistent pressing of her body against Olivia's own.

Slipping her hand between their bodies, long lithe fingers trailed along Natalia's taut belly sending the most tantalizing ripples of excitement down below the waistband of her black lace panties. Natalia moaned softly, as the heat of Olivia's mouth lingered against her neck, those fingers drifting lower, teasing the lacy waistband. A soft gasp fell from Natalia's lips, and she shifted her body into Olivia.

Nibbling Natalia's ear, Olivia's voice was low and sultry, as she sought permission for more, "Is this all right?"

Too aroused to speak, Natalia made noises of unanimous consent, and Olivia drew her into another slow, sensual kiss, as she slowly smoothed a hand over the lace-covered swell of her.

Whimpering softly at the intimacy of the long-awaited contact, Olivia's fingers leisurely traced soft wetness through saturated lace, encouraging the release of a deep moan from Natalia, her entire body shuddering in response. And then Olivia's fingertips were gliding against soaked panties, lightly grazing Natalia's engorged clit with her nails, and Natalia released another guttural cry into Olivia's mouth, her body instinctively arching into the touch. Olivia pulled her impossibly closer, as she allowed her fingertips to linger, lightly caressing.

Natalia felt simultaneously flushed, and freezing, so unaccustomed was she to the sensations that peppered her body as Olivia touched her there. It was unsettling, this response within her body, and yet, in the same breath, welcomed. She felt trapped, but she gloried in pleasure of being captured by this woman.

The scent of Natalia's desire was driving Olivia to distraction, and she could no longer resist the urge to touch, to explore, to know. Slipping beneath the sodden fabric, her fingertips slid through soft tendrils for the first time. The hair between Natalia's legs was thick and drenched with evidence of her desire, and Olivia's fingers reveled in the wet heat she found there. Slowly, she explored, slipping her fingers through hot, wet folds, careful not to tease Natalia's clit again—not yet anyway.

Moaning in pleasure, Natalia's hips instinctively strained forward, seeking firmer contact as Olivia caressed her there. Never had she imagined anyone touching her there, stroking her, loving her in such a way, and all she knew is that she never wanted it to end.

Somewhere in the deep recesses of her consciousness, she heard Olivia's voice, soft and yearning, begging for permission to see her. Natalia could not deny the request. Murmuring against Olivia's lips, she granted permission. Shifting her hips, she allowed Olivia to slide the final barrier from her body; and then Olivia's hand was moving up her inner thigh, and Natalia's center throbbed in sexual anticipation. And when Olivia's now-unrestrained hand finally covered her, gently caressing her there, Natalia felt herself floating in a state of euphoria. Those fingers felt positively blissful as they tenderly massaged the delicate swell of her, and she whimpered softly against the mouth that still kissed her.

Reluctantly, yet with eager anticipation, Olivia tore her mouth away from Natalia's, shifting her focus to further exploration. Guided by the soft glow of candlelight, her gaze slowly traveled the length of Natalia's long, slender body, to the apex of toned thighs, where her fingers were tenderly sifting through the tuft of thick, dark hair. It looked wiry; but slick with evidence of Natalia's arousal, it felt like silk between her fingers.

Gently, Olivia spread Natalia's legs, seeking greater access. Even through the thick tuft of hair that covered Natalia's most sacred place, Olivia could see the undeniable evidence of her arousal. Obviously, she had felt Natalia's hardness, but it excited her beyond reason to actually see the tip of that beautiful, engorged pearl peeking out from between those swollen lips. It stood so proudly erect, and Olivia's visceral response was an aching desire to draw it into her mouth, suckling Natalia to climax. There had been a time when she wondered if she could actually go through with such an act, but as hungry eyes fixated on that taut, glistening pearl, her mouth literally watered in anticipation.

Shoving down her own arousal, she willfully held back. She wanted to give Natalia everything, but not all at once. There would be plenty of time for that, later…

Instead, she reached down, gently covering Natalia with her hand again. Caressing her, allowing her fingers to tangle in silky wetness, she pleasured her for a few moments longer, receiving noises of ardent approval in response. Then, she shifted on their bed, moving to a better vantage point between Natalia's legs.

Spreading Natalia's swollen lips, Olivia watched intently as that beautiful flower opened to her. Beneath that thatch of dark hair and tanned lips, she discovered a whole world of glorious velvet wetness. Dark, like the hue of her areolas in places, and perfectly pink in others, Natalia's most sacred place was beautifully and wonderfully made—fitting for the woman herself. Never in her life did Olivia think the sight of another woman's arousal would drive her so wildly insane with desire, but there she was, teetering on the edge.

Whispering softly to Natalia, over and over again, she told her how breathtakingly beautiful she was, as skillful fingers slipped effortlessly through the liquid heat of Natalia's center. God, it felt glorious to touch her this way, and Olivia indulged her long-restrained desire, exploring silken folds with a tender, yet insistent caress.

As she held Natalia open to her, she lightly traced a fingertip through every nook and cranny, reveling in the increasing volume of Natalia's moans, in the twitching and jerking of her hips. Lightly, she teased Natalia's opening, and her own center throbbed in response as she watched the muscles contract around her fingertip. And finally, with the tip of her finger, she traced the entire length of Natalia's clit, from base to tip, lightly teasing.

Again, Natalia responded with whimpers and moans that increased in both length and volume, her hips jerking and lifting off their bed.

Smiling, Olivia watched in excited awe as that sweet pearl twitched beneath her touch, and she reveled in the sounds of pleasure that she drew from Natalia's lungs.

And then Olivia's mouth was at her ear again, her voice low and saturated with want, as she whispered about how insanely wet Natalia was, and how incredible it felt to finally touch her there. She was amazed by the intensity of the response within her own center, as Natalia voiced her endless approval. The gentle, yet unmistakable scent of their shared arousal drifted toward them, filling their senses, and Olivia felt the reverberations throughout her body, as her nipples tightened and her groin clenched with sexual anticipation.

Before she could impede her rising desire, Olivia heard herself voicing an urgent need to be inside her. To her extreme delight, Natalia's response was a raspy swirl of groans and yeses, capped with the urgency of a desire-laden, "Please!"

Whispering to Natalia, telling her how much she loved her, Olivia slowly discovered her. Sliding just far enough into her opening to build anticipation, before retracting, her fingertips glided through Natalia's slickness to tease the thoroughly engorged bundle of nerve endings at the apex of her thighs. Round and round, she stroked it, before sliding back down to tease Natalia's opening a little more.

Natalia's entire body shuddered each time Olivia made contact with the sensitive bud, and again and again, Olivia swallowed the accompanying clamors of enthusiastic approval. And when she finally slipped deep inside her, Olivia groaned in pleasure at the tightness of her; and Natalia experienced the fullness of the penetration—as if Olivia had literally engulfed her from the inside out. She trembled in Olivia's arms, releasing a strangled cry into the deep recesses of Olivia's mouth, as her entire body rose to meet the body that had finally come to rest fully atop her own.

Kissing her deeply, thoroughly, Olivia shifted their bodies into perfect alignment. Quickly, they established a natural shared rhythm; their bodies moving together in a dance that, while as old as time, felt entirely new and wondrous to them. It was glorious, the way their bodies fit so seamlessly together—every curve and valley melding together, like pieces of life's mysterious puzzle; and Olivia reveled in the sense of connection that came from being inside Natalia, and feeling Natalia's body moving beneath her own. Never in her life had she felt so completely connected to another person, and the sheer wonderment of literally brought her to tears.

The sensation of fingers, swirling, stroking, deep inside her, coupled with that skillful thumb caressing her, caused Natalia's body to strain against the resistance; the weight of Olivia's body pressing down into her, completely intoxicating her. She clung tightly to Olivia, as they moved together; their mouths locked as firmly as their bodies.

Olivia's heart hammered against Natalia's chest as she increased the speed and intensity of their thrusts, and somewhere in her subconscious, Natalia wanted to tell her to slow down, to be mindful. But she simply couldn't find words—the intensity of the connection between them being so deliciously overwhelming.

Again and again, Olivia expertly brought her to the precipice of release; then eased off, allowing sexual anticipation to build to the point where Natalia was nothing but a quivering mass of stimulated nerve endings and visceral need. And then she felt Natalia's body clench around the fingers buried deep inside her, and she stilled, allowing the ripples to roll around her; even as her thumb continued its gentle caress in the place where Natalia needed it most.

Finally, Natalia felt the wholeness of her body begin to quake in Olivia's arms, as the ripples that began deep inside her, evolved into tremors, rolling through her body like massive waves of electricity—sparking flames that quickly exploded into an inferno. She cried out Olivia's name, wrapped in a surge of Spanish gibberish that fell from her lips directly into Olivia's mouth, as once again, her lover devoured her cries of pleasure.

And then she was floating, her body adrift in a sea of sated bliss…

Olivia drew such hedonistic pleasure from loving Natalia's body, that she felt it positively sinful. Never would she have imagined giving pleasure to another person could bring her such indescribable joy; and she reveled in the overwhelming sense of contentment she garnered from feeling Natalia come apart in her arms. Needing to prolong Natalia's pleasure for as long as possible, she gently stroked the engorged organ that quivered beneath her thumb, until the very last tremor ceased. And then she was whispering softly to her through tears, telling her how incredibly beautiful she was, and how much she loved her; wrapping her in more love than her heart could possibly hold, as she kissed her again, so tenderly that it made Natalia's tears mingle with her own.

TBC…