Chapter 8 #3
Olive kissed Charlie again, before stepping away and heading towards the bathroom.
Charlie followed her and stood at the doorway as Olive grabbed a towel, which she used to wipe herself before stepping towards Charlie.
Charlie watched silently, content, as Olive wiped her thigh clean.
She left the towel on the floor and led Charlie towards the bed.
She pulled Charlie to its edge, where she forced Charlie to sit down by placing both of her hands on her shoulders and guiding her down.
“Since you have a big game tomorrow, how about I take care of you? You want to be well-rested for tomorrow, right?”
“I do need to be rested… but you don’t have to take care of me. I want to do what feels good for you.”
Olive leaned down to kiss Charlie, distracting her from the question.
“Fucking you would make me feel good, really good,” Olive said.
Charlie blinked up at her, unable to think of a way to refuse.
“Yes please,” Charlie said breathlessly.
“Great,” Olive said, and that was that.
Olive forced Charlie up, only so she could gently push her back towards the bed so she was now lying down.
Olive crawled on top of Charlie and kissed her.
She pulled Charlie’s hand to her breast, guiding Charlie to play with her nipple as they continued kissing.
Making out with Olive was different from anyone Charlie had been with.
Olive made Charlie feel as if she was the only person in the entire world.
“Let’s continue this naked,” Olive said as she stood up. Charlie watched as she removed her undergarments, one by one.
“I could get used to this,” Charlie said as Olive crawled back on top of her. Charlie lifted herself up so Olive could help her remove her sports bra, and then she shifted her hips up so Olive could slide her soaked underwear off. When Olive finally touched Charlie, she nearly lost herself.
“God, I love how wet you get,” Olive said as she slowly added a finger to her work.
“It’s not hard to do with you around,” Charlie responded.
Olive kissed her gently before devastating Charlie with a question. “How would you like it today?”
“What are the options?” Charlie asked, though she knew it didn’t really matter. Whatever she wanted to do to Charlie would be fine by her, and she already knew that she would not last long either way.
“Hmmm, like this with my hand. With my mouth, perhaps… though I have another toy I am hoping to try.”
All the options sounded more than appealing, and combined with the feel of her touch against her, Charlie was already a mess. “All three?”
Olive smirked. “We can make that work.”
Olive leaned down to kiss Charlie again as she added a second finger, and Charlie was lost in the feel of Olive, closing her eyes to allow herself to focus on only Olive’s touches.
She was a master with her hands, and she could tell that Olive was close to her own release.
Charlie moaned as Olive increased her pace, and she caught her moan with a bite of her lower lip.
Olive tugged on Charlie’s mouth, and Charlie came as she rubbed a thumb against her clit.
“You’re so perfect like that. Just lay here and let me feast on you,” Olive said when Charlie was finally able to open her eyes again.
She spread Charlie’s legs apart, and Charlie watched as Olive licked her lips.
Charlie hissed when Olive lowered herself to her pussy, her tongue licking against her folds.
Olive wasted no time in diving in, using her thumb to keep working on Charlie’s clit as she worked herself against her.
It was somehow both gentle and rough, and Charlie knew it would not be long before she would come again.
When was the last time that had happened?
Charlie couldn’t remember when she last had multiple orgasms in one night, and the thrill of doing that now made her even more horny than she already was.
“Wait here, darling,” Olive said when she stood up.
Charlie whimpered at the loss of her touch, but she followed her instructions and forced herself still.
Charlie watched as Olive went to her suitcase, digging through it.
Like the last time, she was rewarded with another perfect view of her ass.
Charlie really could stare at it forever, she decided again.
Olive put on a strap-on, a different one from the one she had been given to use last time.
The attachment seemed smaller than the previous one, but it seemed to have a few electronic controls, and Charlie watched as she tinkered with settings on a remote.
Charlie’s heartbeat quickened as she thought of being fucked by Olive.
When Olive came back over to the bed, Charlie could hear a faint buzzing. Oh my God, is it electric?
Olive crawled on top of Charlie, making sure to keep them separated as she hovered above her.
“So… you may be wondering what’s different about this one,” Olive said as she slid her hands up Charlie’s thighs.
Charlie nodded and spread apart her legs even further.
“Put your knees up, and hold on to them.” Olive guided Charlie’s hands to the position she instructed, and Charlie complied.
Laying like this in front of Olive, Charlie felt so exposed.
Though Olive had already seen all that there was to see, there was something different about being splayed open like this for her.
“Darling, you look so delicious like that,” Olive said. “Look at you, dripping wet for me.”
Charlie blushed. It was true, after all. “What is different about it?” Charlie finally asked, after she regained the ability to speak.
“You hear that buzzing?”
Charlie nodded.
“While I fuck you, this strap is working on my clit.”
Charlie widened my eyes. The idea that Olive would be feeling good while she worked against Charlie thrilled her, as did the idea of potentially wearing it in the future. The thought must’ve been visible on her face, because Olive smirked.
“You can wear it next time, promise.”
“I’ll hold you to it,” Charlie said. Olive leaned down to kiss her, and Charlie felt her fingers reach for her centre again.
“Are you ready?” Olive asked.
“Please, baby,” Charlie said, unable to let the pet name stay hidden.
Olive smirked as she quickened her pace, getting Charlie ready for the strap. Charlie moaned as she hit her sweet spot, the sensation of her touch overwhelming.
Olive removed her hand and licked her fingers, making eye contact with Charlie as she did.
“You taste so good,” Olive said. She lined herself up with Charlie’s entrance, searching her face for a reaction.
Charlie nodded and Olive moved close. Charlie moaned as she felt the strap press into her.
“Not as good as you feel,” Charlie said as Olive began rocking her hips.
The sound of Olive moving against her filled the room, and Charlie widened her legs to give her better access.
Charlie moaned again when Olive increased her speed, and Charlie reached out towards Olive’s breasts, grabbing one in each hand.
It made her lose her grip on holding her knees open, but Charlie’s athleticism came in handy to hold the stretch.
“Yes, Charlie,” Olive hissed as Charlie massaged her breasts. Charlie tweaked Olive’s right nipple as she pounded into her, her thrusts getting more and more intense.
Olive placed a hand on Charlie’s collarbone, and Charlie moaned.
“Baby, please. I love it,” Charlie breathlessly exhaled. The sensation of being pinned down as Olive fucked her was intoxicating, and Charlie knew it was only a matter of minutes before she orgasmed again.
“Olive. God. You’re so good,” Charlie said. “I’m so close. Please don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, darling,” Olive said as she continued pounding into Charlie.
Charlie twitched helplessly as Olive moved angles slightly, each thrust now hitting Charlie’s clit.
When Charlie was finally coherent enough to feel her body after her orgasm, Olive leaned back and removed the toy.
She crawled on top of Charlie until her beautiful pussy was on top of Charlie’s face.
It was the only thing Charlie could see, but she would’ve happily died with it being the last image she saw on Earth.
“Show me that thing you do with your tongue,” Olive commanded.
“I would love to,” Charlie said. “Hold on to that headboard for me.”
Olive complied, and Charlie used her hands to spread Olive’s legs open to give her better access to her dripping cunt. It was thrilling to see her be so ready for her again, and Charlie was very pleased with how quick it took for her to come on her face.
When Olive finished working through her release, she collapsed on the bed next to Charlie.
Charlie turned to her and brushed the hair out of her eyes. Olive’s eyes were closed, and she had a content look on her face.
“Add me to the list of no complaints,” Olive said.
“You got it, baby,” Charlie said. She winced, grateful Olive couldn’t see her face.
That damn nickname kept slipping out, and she hadn’t meant to say it then, or even the first time.
It was too early for that kind of talk, and Charlie didn’t want to scare Olive away with it. Charlie hoped she’d missed it.
“Baby?” Olive asked, a question without any hint of emotion behind it.
“Sorry, it just slipped out.”
“It’s okay. You can call me that if you want.” Olive smiled.
The words made Charlie happier than she wanted to admit. “You can call me darling anytime.”
“I’ll hold you to it… and the earlier promise we made.”
“Please.”