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Taste: the sensation of flavor perceived in the mouth and throat on contact with a substance.
This was the sense he was completely deprived of. He never had a taste of her, at least not intentionally. The closest he got to tasting her lips was sharing a cup of orange juice. But he knew how tempted he was. Sometimes it was all he could think about, and that made him feel incredibly guilty.
And that was the sense that suffered the least in his 10 year long absence.
But from the moment he got back, even when he was completely drowning in grief, he knew the temptation had awakened in the back of his mind. It wasn't something he could control; it was inevitable.
And one night, right by the side of her refrigerator, he had to use all his restraint not to finally taste her. She wasn't ready and he knew, once he tasted her lips he'd never be able to stop. And man, he was right .
The first time they kissed, after Maddie and Rita, after Meredith and Maria, when they finally only had each other in mind, he tasted what he thought to be the sweetest taste he ever had. Her lips were sinful, and now he could kiss her anytime he wanted.
Now he knew how salty her tears were when she was sad, he knew the sweet taste of her skin and the cherry flavor of her chapstick. And he felt like it was a brand new world to him. In every sense. It turned out Olivia was much more daring than he was in the bedroom, and he attributed that to his almost 40 years married to the same woman, to whom he had fallen into routine after 5 kids and so many years together.
But Olivia, his Liv, showed him a new adventure every time they were together and the new-found intimacy was providing them an alternative perception of the trust they already shared. She liked to tease, and to provoke him. And she said shit that made him think he might just die at her mercy.
And that night- date night - they made it home, just barely containing the urge to ravish each other. Hands running everywhere, clothes scattered all around. He didn't even know how they made it to the bedroom.
She spread her legs as soon as they were free from the clothing, getting comfortable on the bed, giving him the perfect view of what she was about to do. She looked like a work of art. Laying there, laughing at how she knew this would affect him, she took her right hand down over her lower stomach going directly between her voluptuous thighs. She pushed her panties to the side, and moaned as she ran her fingers up and down her drenched pussy.
She looked up, directly into his eyes, grinning like the damn devil. She brought her fingers to her lips and ran them over her bottom lip before popping them into her mouth sucking off her juices, "I bet you want to taste me, huh, baby?"
"You have no idea how bad I want to, all of you," His ragged voice fell into the air.
He knew she was aware of how much power she had over him, of how bad he wanted her. He hovered over her lower half and placed kisses along her hip bones. Biting and sucking and tasting her skin, making his way down to her panties, receiving moans and wiggling hips with each touch.
God, she looked delectable in lace. He could see how drenched the cloth was, how turned on she was. He brought his hands down to her panties to pull them off her perfect pussy while she shuffled out of her bra.
He worked his way down her legs, kissing every inch on his path. Then he made his way up again, until she finally felt his hot breath against her wet lips. He loved to tease her, to have her at his mercy. He could give just as good as he could take.
"Oh fuck!" She feels his hot, wet tongue against her at last.
He wanted this for so long. And now he was sure, this was the most delicious taste he ever had. A wave of pleasure hits her and he feels her getting ever wetter. She needed to take a second to catch her breath.
But he was merciless, he didn't let go, drinking from her like his life depended on it. Working a finger deep into her pussy while his tongue kept running up and down her slit, then over her clit, relentlessly, making her pant and moan. She was breathing harder as he worked his tongue slowly over her swollen clit in circles. Every stroke of his tongue pushes her closer and closer.
Her own hands running over her breasts, pinching her nipples hard as she writhes and squirms on his face. One hand goes to the back of his head and holds him there as he pushes his fingers hard into her. He takes her hand and she squeezes back, completely lost in him. She keeps whispering his name and moaning " oh fuck " over and over as he fucks her with his tongue and fingers. She's so, so close now, he sucks on her clit, gently biting and she can't take it anymore.
Her wet pussy squeezes his fingers hard as she cums all over his face. He crawls back up her body and kisses her hard, and she loves tasting herself on his lips and tongue, just as much as he does.
She lies there on the bed, thighs still spread as she watches him lay his head on her stomach. Then he turns his head up and he just looks at her from his spot above her legs. His eyes sparkle as he takes it all in, the smell of their arousal in the air, sees her smile relaxed and unguarded, hears her labored breathing coming back from her high, he feels her body glistening in sweat and her taste still on his lips. He feels so overwhelmed with the love he has for her, that in this moment he is sure only five senses would never be enough to describe all he was feeling. He felt complete at least, no need for parallel universes anymore.