Olivia woke up first, the sun slowly seeping in through the open window of the bedroom. She thought she was dreaming but the blonde hair tickling her face told her otherwise. The two had barely moved from the night before. Alex's back was pressed into her and Olivia was still nestled against her neck, her arm wrapped protectively around the blonde's waist.
She tried not to move lest she disturb Alex's sleep. The truth was she never wanted to move. The body against her felt so warm, so perfect. Olivia put together the pieces of the evening and played it back in her mind. The memories overwhelmed her - Alex's mouth, her tongue, the sound she made as she fucked her. Jesus, it had all really happened. Part of her panicked, wondering what the morning would bring once Alex woke up and they dealt with the realities of the night before.
Alex stirred before she opened her eyes. She had fallen asleep feeling safe for once and she began to remember exactly why that was. She felt Olivia's breath against her neck. Had this all really happened? The thought of Olivia inside her rushed back to her at once... god, it had been incredible. It was making her wet all over again. She didn't really want to entertain what this all meant because it was too overwhelming and confusing. She just wanted more. They could figure out the rest later.
Olivia lightly kissed Alex's shoulder, unable to resist the smooth pale skin in front of her. She felt the blonde stir and she froze, her heart beating faster. She held her breath, waiting.
Alex felt the older woman pause behind her. Deciding to take matters in her own hands, she reached down for the hand that was wrapped around her waist and brought it up to her breast, giving Olivia the assurance that it was all okay without having to verbalize the same.
Olivia smiled behind her. She kissed her shoulder again and up her neck. The desire the brunette felt was immediate, settling in between her legs almost painfully. She massaged Alex's breast gently, letting out a soft sigh.
Need overtook the blonde and she pushed into the touch, moaning softly herself. She felt the pounding between her legs echoing in her head. Olivia's hard nipples pressed into her back as the brunette adjusted, kissing up and down her neck.
Last night had not been enough, clearly.
Alex stilled the hand on her breast beneath her own and slowly guided it downwards across her stomach, through damp curls, and finally between her legs.
Behind her, Olivia tried hard to go slowly, the thought of touching Alex again fueling the fire within her. It was clear what Alex wanted, her legs parting for her.
Olivia's fingers glided easily through Alex's slick folds, drawing upwards to her hardened clit. Alex moaned loudly, trying to increase the contact.
"God, Alex, you're so wet" she groaned against the blonde's ear.
Olivia's voice nearly made Alex come, not to mention the fingers stroking her lightly at first and then with more pressure. Olivia drew her fingers downward, gathering more moisture and returned again to her wanting bundle. Alex cried out loudly, quickly losing control, needing to come. She opened herself further, letting her left knee fall outward, giving the detective more access.
"Fuck" Olivia growled, feeling the blonde spread for her hand. She was dripping wet, even wetter than the night before. She pushed her head into Alex's back, finding it hard to focus on anything other than the feeling of Alex's warm, wet folds and pulsating clit. Her own sex felt like it was on fire, wetness seeping down to her thighs.
Her fingers lavished attention on Alex's clit, gliding across its tip and flicking upward, over and over. Alex spread even further for her as she alternated between loud moans and short, breathy cries.
Olivia loved the sounds she was causing in the blonde. Alex was loud this morning. Louder than the night before. If Olivia still had any doubts that the blonde had wanted everything that happened, she didn't any longer.
Alex reached her hand back and buried it in Olivia's hair, pulling on the shoulder-length strands as she pushed her upper body forward, grounding herself into the fingers below.
Both women panted as Alex climbed quickly, growing wetter every moment. Olivia's middle finger flicked upwards against her clit once... twice... and Alex cried out, pulling harder on the hair entwined in her fist. The world came crashing into her and she screamed her orgasm out as wave after wave took her.
Olivia bit down on the skin between her neck and shoulder behind her, trying to ground herself through Alex's climax. She would never ever get tired of making Alex come, that she knew. She slowed down the strokes of her hand once she felt the trembles begin to dissipate within the body pressed against her.
Alex released her hold on Olivia's hair and let her arm fall forward, exhausted. She squeezed her legs shut, trapping Olivia's hand.
"Fuck" she exclaimed, gasping for air, trying to get her breathing to return to normal.