Page 19 of She’s a Big Deal

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.”

“Mm… I didn’t yank this time. But would you like that in the future?”

So there was a future to consider? Oh, gosh, Olivia certainly hoped so! She met her eyes in the mirror and found them bright blue and sharply fixed onto hers. Sparkling like ice in the sunshine.

“Yes.” She nodded, arching when Grace casually flicked her thumb over her clit. Oh, Jesus!

“Then what did I do, Olivia? That you liked?”

“You bent me over. Slipped your fingers inside me.” Taking care to say it right and not lose the thread of the fantasy she wanted to describe perfectly, though it was getting hard.

“How many?” Grace demanded.

That question alone, spoken in an urgent, husky tone, made Olivia twitch and clench in pure need.

“Uh— Two,” she figured, and immediately was granted her wish. It immediately hit the right spot. A rush of liquid pleasure radiated from her center core to every nerve ending in her body. “Grace!”

“Yes. I’ve got you.”

“I’m so close!”

“I know you are. Eyes open, Olivia. Look at me when I am fucking you.”

Fair to say these words shattered her universe. Olivia only had time to catch a glimpse of them both in the mirror before Grace clasped her jaw in her fingers, turned her head sharply toward her, and captured her lips in a filthy hot kiss. Her next whispered command was just the same.

“Come for me, baby.”

Helped by a well-timed rub of her clitoris, Olivia clenched, rocked, and fell apart in her arms. For a while after, she soared. The first thing she saw when she was able to open her eyes again was Grace’s smile. Her expression was thoughtful, with maybe a touch of awe. Definitely emotional. A little unsure, Olivia turned to face her fully.

“Grace?”

“It’s been a long time since a woman trusted me enough to let go the way you just did, Olivia.” Her eyes glistened. “Thank you.”

Words would not be enough, so Olivia kissed her. She had seen the telling shine, quickly blinked away, and understood why and where it came from. She poured not only all her desire for this extraordinary woman into the kiss but all her affection as well. And more… Arms wrapped around Grace, she held her close and tight. She allowed herself to taste her—deep, slow, and tr ue. Never had kissing a woman felt so electrifying.

“I want to see you.”

“Of course you do.” A teasing smile was back on her lips as Grace pulled her own sweater over her head to reveal tight abs and a sexy black bra.

Not making her wait, as Olivia watched her, she unhooked the bra to free firm, generous breasts. Got rid of her jeans in one elegant move. Then simply stood in front of her in nothing but a lacy black thong. Smirking. Attractively daring. Olivia smiled in return.

“Grace Michaels. You are a miracle.”

“Oh, at least.” Grace planted both hands on her hips. “So, now what? Are you just going to admire it?”

“No.” Dropping onto the edge of the bed, Olivia pulled her by the hand until Grace came to straddle her lap. Wrapping one arm around her waist, she looked up into amused, hungry blue eyes. “I intend to feast.”

She did. Beginning by latching her lips around one nipple, swirling her tongue around it, and sucking gently, until the soft nub grew hard and tight. She did the same with the other one, taking note of Grace’s small sighs of pleasure and the way she pressed herself into her open mouth. Olivia enjoyed feeling her arms around her shoulders, cradling her, and the fingers of one hand fisted loosely in her hair. To hold and caress rather than to direct.

“I could do this all night,” she rumbled.

“Good to know. But I—”

Quick enough to disrupt her flow, Olivia maneuvered them both onto the middle of the bed. Making sure to remain on top, she caught Grace’s wrists and reversed their earlier position. She immediately felt her tense under her and coil. These blue eyes bore into hers with ruthless intensity.

“You want more.” Olivia kissed her lips, the delicate edge of her jaw, behind her ear. “I’ll give it to you.”

“I don’t bottom very well. You should know that about me too.”

The sight of Grace sprawled across the bed with that look in her eyes, the one that said she was still very much in charge and could re-assert her dominance any time she damn well felt like it, was incredibly arousing.

“Mm. But I like you like this.” Olivia leaned above her with a smug grin of her own. Playing with fire, and relishing every second of it. “I am enjoying testing your patience.”

“I think you’ll find I don’t have much of it.”

“But if I asked you politely?”

“To do what?”

In reply, Olivia pulled the lacy thong over her slender hips. She teased it down her impeccable legs. Moved to kneel in that sweet spot, and met her gaze straight on.

“This, if you let me,” she murmured.

And watched Grace’s eyes immediately narrow in reaction. Wariness and hesitation danced in them. Olivia could all but see the inner struggle going on. This was about more than sex, she figured, as certainly it was not the first time Grace found herself in this position. This goes a lot deeper. She understood trust would not come easy to her, and rightly so. The woman had been hurt. Wounded, physically and emotionally. Then betrayed a bit more and abandoned by her own family. Olivia ached to take some of that pain away. She wanted to earn her trust with every fiber of her being.

“I won’t hurt you, Grace.”

And for her as well, this promise was about a lot more than just the moment.

”I know.” Grace shook her head in what looked like pure self-annoyance at her own hesitation. “I know !” She exhaled with it that second time as if the weight of the world had been on her shoulders. Then, with the alluring flash of a fleeting smile, just leaned back on her hands, arched her back, and slowly opened her legs. With absolute certainty, she said it to her. “I want you, Olivia.”

Olivia could feel her own heart pounding as she went down between her thighs. She kissed her silken lips. Tasted clean arousal on her tongue. She delighted in the scent of her, endearingly sweet and enticingly musky. Joy flooded through at the realization that Grace really meant this; that she did want to be with her. For sure, Olivia’s confidence had been in bits since her breakup, but now… Now it was like waking up to bright morning sunshine. To hope and possibility. She closed her eyes, sealed her lips around Grace’s sensuous core, and lost herself in the sensations. Her lover was slick, hot, and pulsing against her questing tongue. Wetness coated her chin. She’s so damn beautiful! Olivia was determined to get her all the way. She thought she probably would have if insistent fingers had not pulled her up after some time.

“Olivia.” Grace reached for her with an urgent look in her eyes.

“What’s wrong—”

“Nothing. I need to hold you. See you. Kiss me!”

It felt at first as if she might be taking back control... But actually, not quite. Because as Olivia kissed her, she understood her sizzling need for even more connection. She quickly moved to sit with her legs around her hips. Facing her. Earned herself a heart-melting and dazzling smile as Grace promptly adopted the same position.

“Yes,” she just said. As in, You got it.

“With me,” Olivia urged in return.

“Yes.”

Fused together and wide open, eyes locked on each other’s and not once breaking contact, they rocked into oblivion. Olivia felt the surge. Grace’s eyes, fever-bright, told her she was getting there too. She cupped her breasts. She felt her. Watched that long and lean dancer’s body ripple like liquid fire.

“Grace!” she gasped, in awe.

“More,” her lover demanded. “More! Don’t stop.”

Olivia met her demanding mouth for a passionate kiss. She didn’t know how long she could hold off… They built and built, torrid friction and nothing else between them but raw desire and perfect connection. The sheer power of the orgasm that finally overtook them elicited a single fierce cry out of Grace. Just the sound of it might have been enough to make Olivia come. She stopped breathing and could have sworn that all time did too. Waves of heat radiated. She could no longer tell which part of the orgasm was hers or Grace’s. She felt it, their bodies, as one. In the aftermath, it brought tears to her eyes. Oh my God… She knew, with utmost clarity, that her life would never be the same again.