Chapter 04 ARYA
Taste me.
Like my…
Holy shit.
“Taste my pie?“
I gasp, immediately covering my face in embarrassment.
Olivia bursts into laughter and pries my hands apart. “Yes, Arya, but we can just kiss if that makes you more comfortable. Or do nothing at all and eat our ice cream. I promise it's alright.”
I trap my mouth shut, attempting to smother another compulsive giggle—but it’s in vain. “Sorry. I don't know why I'm so nervous, I mean I've been with women before. This just feels…”
“Different,“
she agrees, cupping my cheek with her warm palm. “Why do you apologize when you giggle?”
With a hard swallow, I drop my gaze to the bowl on my lap filled with melting ice cream. “Sometimes I can't help when I do it. People back home weren't always nice about it, especially kids when I was growing up. I know it can be annoying.”
“That's the first wrong thing you've said all day. I find it endearing.”
I eye her skeptically. “And I find that hard to believe.”
“I'd never lie to you, Arya,“
she says softly, moving my dessert to the coffee table. “And I'd never do anything to hurt you. If kissing is off limits, that's fine with me. I mean it. I'll never force you to do something you don't want.”
Tears spring to my eyes unexpectedly, and I cover her hand with my own as I give her a watery smile. “Kissing is very much within limits. And very much wanted.”
Olivia’s breath catches. “Okay,“
she murmurs quietly. “Then I’ll take it slow.”
And she does.
When she leans in, it’s unhurried, like she's giving me time to change my mind. But I don't. Her lips brush mine, gentle at first, tentative. The kiss is warm and soft and nothing like the ones from back home, where kissing was always misconstrued as permission to go further.
This one feels safe.
I sigh into her mouth before I even realize what I'm doing. She smiles against my lips and kisses me again, still gentle, but surer now.
My giggle bubbles free anyway.
Olivia pulls back just enough to smile at me like she’s discovered something precious. “There it is again.”
“I’m sorry—”
She silences me with her lips. “Don’t. Please don’t ever apologize for that.”
My chest aches in the strangest way, half in pain and half relief when she lays me down.
We don’t rush it.
We don’t escalate.
We just lay there, wrapped in each other's arms as the rain taps against the windows, sharing small kisses that feel like promises we haven’t named yet.
When we finally part, I’m smiling so hard my cheeks hurt. “You are an excellent kisser.”
Olivia chuckles as she trails her lips down to my throat. “I'm quite skilled with my tongue.”
“Oh,“
I gasp, parting my legs to make room for her thigh. Only the fluffy fabric of her robe separates us, and I am very much not wearing anything underneath.
My nipples peak from the wet, open-mouthed kisses she places on my neck, growing so sensitive that each flick of her tongue over my heated skin sends a jolt straight down to my clit. Her leg is close enough to feel, but too far for any pressure, which I realize that I desperately want. I want her hands on me, her lips, touching me in more places than just my face and throat.
So, grabbing her wrist, I slowly guide her hand to my chest beneath the robe.
Olivia stills for half a second before lifting her head to search my eyes. I bite my lip and nod, giving her permission, and she slides her palm down, parting the fabric the rest of the way.
When I’m exposed down to my stomach, she releases an approving hum. “You have, quite possibly, the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen.”
The praise lights me up from the inside, but I shrug, feeling a little self-conscious. “Nobody back home believed me when I said they're natural. They all think I'm lying.”
Which they're not. Big boobies run in my family, thank you very much. And even if they were, why would that be a bad thing? It's my body, and I can do what I want with it.
“You're absolutely stunning,“
Olivia continues. “I love the tattoo.”
Glancing down, I watch her run a thumb over the flowers inked above my left tit. “Thank you. It, um, used to say my best friend's name, but I covered it up.”
“Why?”
“Just… didn't want any reminders of home, I guess."
“Well, it's very pretty. Like you.“
She lightly pinches one nipple, lowering her mouth to the other. As soon as her teeth graze me, I release a whimper and try to close my legs for some friction, but her thigh prevents it. When she realizes what I'm doing, she chuckles as she scoots her knee up against me. “Is this what you need?”
“Yes,“
I moan, rocking my hips.
Olivia hums again, switching her mouth to my other nipple, and I swear I could come just from this alone.
But I don't want to yet.
“Can I… touch you, too?“
I ask, uncharacteristically shy. Most of the women I've been with were either quick sessions at college parties or one-night threesomes with my ex. I've never had… this before—something sweet and slow.
She straightens with a warm smile, blue eyes sparkling as she pulls her shirt over her head. “You can do anything you'd like, Arya. You're in control.”
Her bra is a warm, velvet brown against her pale skin. My gaze trails over the freckled swell of her cleavage before widening at the defined muscles of her abs. “Wow,“
I breathe, reaching up to run my fingers over them. “I've never been with a woman who had a six-pack before. That's… super hot. Holy muscle mommy, damn.”
Olivia throws her head back to laugh, a delightful sound that makes me giggle. “Work and gym are about the only things I do lately. Since I sit at a desk for sixteen hours a day, I like to make sure I stay in shape.”
“I'll say.“
My palms smooth over her stomach, down to her hips and then back up to her chest, where my fingers dip beneath the band of her bra. “Take this off? Please?”
“Well, since you asked so nicely.“
A wicked smile plays on her lips as she reaches behind to unclasp the fabric.
When the material falls away, I sit up immediately and nuzzle my face against her dusky nipples. “God, you're so perfect. I almost feel like I'm not worthy of this.”
She smells so good, like pie and cherry ice-cream and salty ocean air.
“Definitely not perfect.“
Her fingers thread through my hair. “I'm married to my work and I'm actually quite boring. The photoshoot today is probably the most spontaneous thing I've ever done.”
“Boring's not bad.“
I wrap my arms around her waist and rest my chin between her breasts, gazing up at her. “My ex was addicted to adrenaline, I think. He liked dirt bikes and fast cars. There always had to be something going on, and I didn't really know how to be boring with him. But I think… I think being boring with you sounds heavenly.”
Olivia's face softens at that, her features growing into something resembling awe. We stare at each other for a long moment, her nails softly scrubbing my scalp while I rub slow circles on her back.
Eventually, she gently guides me down to the couch again, taking my mouth in a searing kiss. “I want to taste you,“
she murmurs, her tongue flicking mine in a sensual demonstration. “Can I, sweet girl?”
“Yes,“
I whimper, shoving her hand between my legs. “Please.”
The moment her fingers find my clit, we both moan. She circles it slowly, then dips two fingers down to my entrance, switching to stroke me with her thumb.
“Dripping already,“
she murmurs, holding my gaze as she pulls her fingers free to slip them into her mouth. “And downright delicious. Like cherry pie.”
“Oh, god,“
I groan, untying the robe before tugging at the waistband of her leggings. “Off. I need you to sit on my face.”
Olivia sucks in a sharp breath and then bursts into shocked laughter, her features lighting up with delight. “I think I might love a demanding Arya.”
Giving her a simmering grin, I scoot down on the couch so that I'm flat against the cushions. “I was nervous at first, but… you've made it easy to be confident.”
“Never be afraid to tell me what you like.“
She stands to undress, and my clit throbs when I realize that she’s gone commando. The sight of her thick thighs has me sliding my fingers between my legs to relieve some pressure.
When she puts a knee on the couch next to my head, she pauses with an uncertain frown. “I don't usually shave. I like to keep myself trimmed, but if that's an issue—”
“Get over here,“
I tell her, hooking my palm under her knee to yank her into position. Her entire pussy plants right onto my nose, leaving me giggling while she scrabbles for support.
“Goodness,“
she huffs, the sound transforming into a moan when my tongue finds her clit.
“You taste good,“
I whisper, lapping at her silky skin. “And smell good. God, you're so soft.”
Leaning back slightly, she reaches behind herself to play with me as she rolls her hips over my mouth. “Can I ride your tongue?”
Oh. Fuck yes.
I grab onto her waist with a breathy confirmation and stick out my tongue as far as it can go. Olivia takes control, one hand in my hair, and the other on my pussy. She rolls her hips, grinding over my face. The damp heat of her arousal bursts over my tongue and drips down my chin while she works me with expert rhythm.
Moans and whimpers fill the space, all of my senses tuned in to the woman on top of me. Scent, taste, sound, right down to the desperate way she calls out my name has my orgasm slamming into me without warning.
I come with a cry, my grip tightening on her waist.
“Oh, god, Arya,“
she cries out, thighs squeezing my face. “Sweet girl, I'm coming.”
I lick her through the release, still coming down from my own aftershocks as she continues to softly caress my over-sensitive clit.
When Olivia finally finishes, her legs release their death-grip on my head. Cool air hits my heated skin as she moves off me, and I don't realize that I've closed my eyes until I feel her palms against my cheeks. “Are you alright?”
My lids fly open to find her worried gaze on me, brows slightly pinched. A dopey grin spreads on my lips. “Holy fuck. That was fun, can we do it again?”
A sigh of relief leaves her throat before she kisses me, licking her taste off my tongue. “I thought maybe I'd hurt you.”
“Liv, babe. If that’s how I die, then I’ll go a happy woman.”
Her laugh vibrates against my mouth. She settles her body on top of mine, and it feels unbelievably calming—like a weighted blanket.
I wrap my arms around her tightly. “Seriously, I could lie here all night and let you ride my face.”
“I mean, we could take turns,“
she suggests, fingers moving down to tweak one of my nipples. “And I do have a bed, you know. If you'd like to share it with me, you could. For however long you'd like.”
Pulling back, I let my head fall to the cushions as I study the warm look on her features. There's a sort of vulnerability in her gaze that tugs at my heart, like she's nervous even to suggest such a thing.
Honestly, I didn't move here for something serious. I wanted to reinvent myself and find out who I could be on my own, without the ghosts of the past haunting me.
But with Olivia on top of me now, staring at me with so much hope and empowerment, I find that I want to reinvent myself with her. I want to find out who I could be with this beautiful woman at my side, to let her gentle words and soft touch teach me how to love someone the right way.
Lifting my hand to her cheek, I let my thumb brush over her lips. “I think I'd like that,” I murmur.
Relief washes over her features as she steals another kiss. “I’d like that too.”
She settles against me once more, our bodies fitting together like a glove. I tuck my face into her neck and inhale deeply, listening to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat beneath my ear.
Outside, the rain continues to fall a little harder. But inside, wrapped in her arms, everything finally feels still.
And for the first time since leaving home, for the first time in a long time actually…
I don’t feel like I’m running anymore.
I feel like I finally belong.