A/N: sorry for not updating last week. I was away for the weekend and didn't have time to write! This chapter is, as promised, NSWF.
A throaty chuckle rumbled against Olivia's forehead and she continued to pepper kisses over the blonde's clavicle. "Oh, you were so worth the wait," Amanda confirmed, fingers reaching beneath the older woman's chin and gently guiding her head upwards until their eyes met. "And I don't just mean sex."
Olivia smiled, cocking her head to one side. "No? How else do you mean?" She settled herself beside Amanda to hear the blonde's answer, her leg still hooked over the woman's lower half, bringing her still-waiting core mere centimetres from the warmth radiating from the Georgian's body.
"Well, I don't want to go too sappy on ya. That was one hell of an orgasm but you didn't actually melt my brain, ok? This is just going to get kinda mushy."
"Ok," Olivia laughed. "I promise to not think that whatever you're about to say is just a result of a post-orgasmic haze. So, tell me, what was worth the way?"
"You, Liv," Amanda said simply.
"Me?"
"Yeah. You, us. Everything. And I know that's big and I know we've only been officially together for, what, twenty minutes, and I don't want to scare you away or anything -"
A fierce kiss cut off the ramble, Olivia pressing her lips against Amanda's to curb the woman's spiralling thoughts. "I'm not going anywhere," she murmured when she broke apart.
The expression on Amanda's face was a mixture of relief but also scepticism. Olivia decided not to comment on the woman's apprehension. But she did make a promise to herself to spend the rest of their relationship trying to reassure Amanda that she wasn't going to leave. Something told Olivia that had happened to the blonde before. A thread she'd pull on another time. In that moment, she fell silent and allowed Amanda to continue speaking.
"It's just more than I ever dared hope for myself, to be honest," Amanda said eventually. "You're more than I ever hoped for. You're more than I think I deserve and I know you're going to argue with me on that but I'm just telling you how I feel, ok? So, yeah, you're worth the wait. I'd have waited my whole life for you, Olivia. I'm just grateful we found each other so early."
Olivia snorted. "Hardly early. Do you not remember taking me out for my birthday drinks last week? I'm old."
"I meant early in our acquaintanceship. We could have worked for years side by side before I plucked up the courage to tell you how I felt. And you're not old, Olivia."
"I'm older than you."
"Yeah, and I'm older than … other people. Someone is always the older person in the relationship, Liv. That's just how the world works. Otherwise we'd all have to be in relationships with people who were born on the exact same day at the exact same time. And that's just, well, weird"
"I'm not saying that but there's older and then there's old," Olivia replied, sliding her leg from Amanda's body as she rolled onto her back. It hadn't been her intention to bring up the subject of their age gap at this time. Sure, they'd talked about it in the past and Amanda had insisted that it didn't matter to her.
The truth was, it mattered to Olivia. Her concern was less about how much younger Amanda was. The blonde was more than emotionally mature enough to be in an adult relationship. No, the niggling doubts stemmed from a much more superficial concern. Olivia fumbled for the duvet, discarded during sex, and tugged it over her body.
Amanda, ever the trained detective, understood exactly what Olivia was referring to as the tanned skin disappeared beneath the covers, away from her appreciative gaze. Apparently not appreciative enough. Or, at least, Olivia hadn't noticed Amanda's appreciation. Well, she was happy to spend the rest of her life demonstrating how she felt.
Reaching underneath the duvet, Amanda rolled herself on top of the brunette, leaving both their bodies shrouded in material, a warm cocoon containing just the two of them.
"Hey," Amanda whispered, cupping Olivia's face with her hand. "Remember earlier when I said you were perfect? I wasn't lying. You're perfect, Olivia. You're beautiful. Your body is beautiful. And if you're comfortable, I'd like to show you just how beautiful you are."
Pink tinged Olivia's cheeks. "I'm not as beautiful as you."
A part of her hated the self-doubt she had voiced. A niggling voice in the back of her mind called her a bad feminist. She knew she shouldn't compare herself to Amanda. She believed Amanda when the younger woman said she was attracted to her, found her beautiful, even. But thanks to growing up in a western, consumer-driven culture, those doubts about her appearance continued to rear their ugly heads.
Amanda's finger traced over Olivia's cheekbone. "You might not see it, but I do. Our bodies are different, Liv. That's completely normal. Yes, sure, you're a little older than I am but that doesn't mean you're any less sexy. In fact, I'm pretty sure you're the sexiest woman I've ever met."
The scoff of disbelief puffed into Amanda's face. She grinned, kissing Olivia quickly before beginning to slide her hand down the woman's neck, fingers dancing along the curve of her shoulder and towards her chest.
"You have no idea how sexy you are, do you? This isn't just about our age difference. You genuinely have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are."
"Eloquent as always," Olivia quipped, a little uncomfortable at Amanda's words.
"I'm being honest. There are no better words to describe you, Detective Olivia Benson, other than totally fucking gorgeous. Or perhaps the sexiest, most badass cop in the state. Either way, Liv, I promise you that I am so completely turned on by you. Do you not remember how wet you just made me?"
"That was a result of what I did, that wasn't my body," Olivia argued.
"It was because it was you doing that, Liv. It was because it was your fingers, your lips, your body against mine. And more than that, it was because it was you as a person. My girlfriend, my friend, the most amazing cop I've ever worked with. Please, Olivia, never doubt how incredible you are. Just … let me show you?"
White teeth trapped the plump lip, chewing it to cover her embarrassment and mild disbelief. She wasn't quite sure where all of the self doubt had come from. Olivia wasn't usually as self-conscious and unsure of herself in sexual situations. What was it about Amanda that had set her confidence on edge? Was it because the woman lying on top of her was a blonde bombshell? Or was it something else?
"Ok," she whispered.
Amanda kissed her gently, moving her lips slowly before allowing their tongues to meet once more. Within moments, she felt her lover relax into the kiss, the tension which had been present in her body dissipating into the surrounding air. But still …
"Are you sure?" Amanda asked, breaking the kiss and searching Olivia's face to make sure she hadn't in any way put pressure on the woman to do anything she wasn't comfortable with.
"I'm sure," Olivia nodded.
Their kiss resumed, Amanda's hands sliding down Olivia's sides, the movement meaning that the whole of her weight was on top of the older woman. The pressure was delectable and Olivia moaned at the sensation of the lithe body pressed against her own. Lithe. Toned. Tight. Taut. Light. No.
Amanda felt the shift in the body beneath her own and quickly lifted herself up, not breaking the kiss but instead placing her knees on either side of Olivia's hips, their bare centres now, for the first time, inches from one another. The relief flooded through Olivia's body as the pressure lifted and she was able to lose herself in the kiss again as questing hands now sought out her breasts.
The generous globes, much larger than the younger woman's, were more than a handful but Amanda cupped them with gentle reverence, palming them softly for a moment before she broke the kiss and allowed her lips to join in the fun. Each nipple was kissed and licked, teeth teasing the sensitive skin to hardness. Olivia watched the blonde head before her, switching from one side to the other, determined that no inch of the woman's skin be left untouched by her lips.
"You taste like coconut."
"Excuse me?" Olivia asked with a chuckle.
Eyes locked on Olivia's, Amanda lowered her mouth to the woman's breastbone and let her tongue flick over the skin. "Coconut," she confirmed.
"Oh, um, yeah, it's my moisturiser," Olivia admitted. "Coconut oil."
"It's delicious," Amanda remarked, taking a moment to lick the woman again.
"I'm not a popsicle," Olivia chuckled.
A blonde eyebrow arched. "Coulda fooled me. You taste good enough to eat."
The way those lips smirked at the words set Olivia's core alight. Whatever she had been concerned about, whatever body hang ups had been tickling the back of her mind, in that moment, she needed Amanda.
"'Manda," she gasped. "Touch me."
That smirk became even more salacious before the woman promptly disappeared as she shuffled her way backwards down the bed, throwing the duvet over her head as she moved so that Olivia's body was covered. Not that the brunette noticed the thoughtful act. Her brain short circuited as she felt eager fingers pressing her thighs wider apart and the puff of hot air against her exposed sex.
Amanda didn't hesitate. Perhaps under different conditions she would have taken her time to explore Olivia's most private area but for now, all she wanted to do was bring the woman pleasure. There'd be time in the future for her to map every millimetre of the woman's body with her lips and tongue, reminding the woman with every kiss of how attractive she was. In that moment, however, what Olivia needed was stimulation. And so Amanda gave it to her.
Through the gloom beneath the duvet, she moved forwards and dragged her tongue through Olivia's folds for the first time. She couldn't stop the moan which fell from her lips and immediately went back for a second taste, then a third. Above the duvet, she heard her name being gasped, the thighs beneath her hands tensed. Olivia was immensely aroused. Even if her mind had been distracted with her crisis of self-confidence, her body was reacting to her girlfriend. This gave Amanda hope, and made her just a little smug.
She continued to lave her tongue across hot, sensitive flesh, her saliva combining with Olivia's natural wetness. The duvet rustled as Olivia's body began to rock into the rhythm Amanda set. It may have been a while since Amanda was intimate with a woman but she soon remembered some of her old moves.
Her tongue flicked over Olivia's clit, a little harder, a little more firmly. She dragged her tongue up again, curling the tip over the sensitive nub. Profanities now reached her ears as Olivia's body began to coil with pleasure. Her tongue moved faster, the strokes harder, the flick across the bundle of nerves becoming more and more focused until her lips sealed around Olivia's clit alone.
This time it was Amanda's name which reached her ears. The levels of smugness grew exponentially as she sealed her mouth over the sensitive nub. And she set to work. Her tongue began to lash, relentless and persistent. Her lips sucked, drawing more of the woman's hot flesh into her mouth, feasting on her core as those thighs clamped around her head.
"Amanda, fuck."
A rush of cool air against Amanda's bare back alerted the blonde to the fact that the duvet had been removed. She opened her eyes, never once slowing down the pace of her mouth as she worked Olivia towards her peak. But she did look up the body before her, flushed skin trembling, fingers threaded through the headboard as if Olivia was seeking for something which kept her anchored.
It was a sight she didn't think she'd ever forget. The woman's stomach rose and fell, tensing and contracting as the pleasure coiling low in her belly reached new heights. Her breasts, capped with still-hard nipples, were heaving as Olivia drew each ragged breath. Those long arms, extended high above her head, the muscles visible as she gripped the wooden slats behind her. And those brown eyes, deep and soulful and oh so lost in the moment.
Amanda wanted nothing more than to kiss her, take those parted lips and convey all of her feelings. But that wasn't what Olivia needed. What she needed was Amanda to stay between her legs, eating her cunt as if she was a starving woman. And Amanda was willing to oblige.
"Amanda, that's …. Oh god, yes," Olivia cried, hips bucking off the bed slightly, knuckles white as she clung to the headboard.
If it was possible to smirk without detaching her lips from Olivia's core, Amanda would have. But instead she just redoubled her efforts, her tongue now flying relentlessly over the engorged nerves, faster and faster, harder and harder until the brunette finally came, her body contorted with pleasure, tremors wracking her limbs as Amanda drew wave after wave from her.
Any inhibitions Olivia felt evaporated. She didn't care what she looked like. She didn't care if her breasts hung a little lower than they had when she was twenty-five, if her stomach wasn't as flat as it once was. She didn't care if her thighs were a little softer than Amanda's. She didn't care that she was swearing like a trooper, crying out to a god whose existence she had questioned many times in her life. She didn't care that she was practically riding Amanda's face by now, grinding against the woman's mouth as she worked to draw every last second of pleasure from Amanda.
And Amanda didn't mind either. In fact, she was drinking it all in. From the flavour flooding her mouth to the sight of the woman writhing on the bed, to the way Olivia's face had become so open and vulnerable and unguarded because she had truly given herself over to the sensations. The blonde tried to imprint every detail into her memory, praying she'd never forget this moment for the rest of her life. And then she added a prayer. She prayed that over the subsequent decades, she'd get to see Olivia Benson in the throes of passion again, and again, and again.
A/N: Yep, I mixed sex with sappy - my favourite!