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Olivia fixed her with a delighted expression that told Grace this must be a first for her. And although she could see how much it excited her, and felt the same, her own arousal was tempered by an edge of fierce protectiveness. Who’d have thought the woman could evoke this sort of reaction in her? The last time Grace had felt that way had been with Miriam. Just kids at the time, both of them. First love. The hardest loss. Her body had healed from its wounds. Grace had rebuilt herself stronger in all the ways she could be. Made herself untouchable. She hardened her spirit, and her heart as well. Part of her now wanted to play and relished the idea that this might be Olivia’s first time with a dominant partner. Another part, long denied, also ached to show her how thrilling tender could be.

“Let’s see how much you do want me,” she murmured, and expertly flipped her around.

She made short work of the buttons on her trousers, pushed them down her strong thighs, and slid her hand over her lower abdomen. Over her cute cotton panties, and straight between her legs.

“Oh…” Olivia pressed back into her, hips pushing forward at the same time, into her hand.

“Hmm.” Her panties were soaked. “You do, huh?”

“I told you,” Olivia panted slightly. No longer held in place, she reached behind to clasp her hips. “I’ve thought of very little else since meeting you.”

Having felt how ready she already was, Grace removed her hand and slipped it under her t-shirt to discover smooth, soft, and very naked flesh.

“No bra?” She purred. “Hmm, I like your style. What were you thinking of, then? Tell me.”

“That you—” Twisting her nipple, making her breath hitch a little. “That I wanted to kiss you. Hold you. Touch you.”

“Be naked with me?”

“Yes. Oh, yes.”

With one arm laced around her waist, still pressed tightly into her from behind, Grace enjoyed the sensation of her body responding, undulating like a wave.

“I thought about it too, Olivia.”

“Really?”

Pleasure and a touch of disbelief jostled for prominence in Olivia’s tone.

“Absolutely.” With a swift and practiced move, cargo pants and t-shirt landed in a heap on the floor. Grace turned her gently toward the mirror mounted above the desk. She stayed behind, holding her close. Staring at their reflection, she smiled in true wonder. “Look at you. Hot. Dark. Magnificent. And you have no idea. I love that about you. And your kindness. I love how caring and sweet you are.”

She teased her panties down as she spoke and watched her expression. Olivia was squirming from the compliments. Rosy cheeks. Eyes glittering with a mix of shyness and desire. She was undeniably aroused. And yes, incredibly beautiful.

“I imagined what it would feel like to do what I am doing now.” Grace went on. “To watch the effect that it would have on you. To touch you, right…” She returned her fingers between her legs and, this time, boldly cupped her sex. Olivia gasped, trembled, and let out an alluring moan that seriously tested her control. “… Here,” Grace finished. “And hold you in the palm of my hand. Did you hope for that too?”

“Yes. I—” Her cheeks turned crimson red. “Yes.”

“You’re dripping wet on my fingers, Olivia. Too late to play the shy card, okay?” The remark had her partner twitching and chuckling at the same time. Amused, Grace stared into her wide and eager eyes. “So, come on. I want to hear exactly what was on your mind.”

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This was by far the most erotic situation...Ever,Olivia reflected. Sex for her before was always… Okay, she supposed. And even quite fun, on occasion. Once or twice, she’d managed to achieve something approaching satisfaction. And decided it must be it and that romance novels exaggerated how mind-blowing it could be. But this… Wow. It was on a whole other level and took her a moment to adjust. She was naked at this point and could not really remember how they’d got there. Had Grace just charmed the clothes off of her?Probably. Easily.The woman that she admired and lusted after in equal measures was still fully clothed, which added to the overall sense of excitement. And apparently, she liked to talk.Holding you in the palm of my hand...Hearing her say this as she was doing it had almost been enough to send Olivia over the edge. And now, Grace wanted to know details. Well. Olivia actually burned to tell her.

“Earlier, when we got our room and you were checking the bed…”

“Uh-huh?”

“You asked if I wanted to play.”

“Yes,” Grace encouraged, and she started to stroke her.

Olivia made herself focus despite the astonishing pleasure. This, she figured, was not simply erotic, but mature interaction.Evolved.And she was invited to play her part. The urge to please her partner, to make her feel as good, wanted, and appreciated, as Grace was currently doing to her, helped her to stay on track with the talk.

“I know it wasn’t about sex, but I still had this vision of you bending me over the desk.”

“This desk?” Grace prompted.

“Yes.” Olivia leaned back into her, secure in her grasp, and let her hips move to the rhythm of her caresses. “You yanked my pants down.”