Chapter 17 Olivia
Olivia
Sam’s skin was soft against my palm as I paused, waiting for her to push me away, to tell me to go to hell.
But she didn’t. She shifted closer until her lips were only a few inches away.
We stared into each other’s eyes in the dim light, and then we both moved at the same time, our lips meeting in the middle.
We both stayed perfectly still for a few minutes, enjoying the press of our lips. Then Sam lifted her hand up to the back of my head, and her tongue darted out, licking along the seam of my lips and when I opened for her, she slid right in.
The instant our tongues connected the air changed, the kiss going from sweet and chaste to hot and urgent.
Sam held my head in place, exploring my mouth, but I wasn’t passive.
My hands slid downward, one holding her hip, the other moving between our bodies to cup one of her perfect breasts.
When I gave her a squeeze Sam made a soft moaning sound that went right to my clit.
We kissed until we’d used up all of our breath, then pulled apart long enough to share another hot stare. Then we were kissing again, hands moving over each other’s bodies, tongues tangling.
The next time we parted I shifted so I was straddling her legs, desperately needing to get closer. Sam grabbed my butt, one cheek in each hand, her hands squeezing my curves.
“I’ve been fantasizing about this ass since the day you walked in here,” she confessed.
“If we both get naked you can see it up close and personal,” I shot back.
I couldn’t believe my nerve. I was usually kind of passive during sex. I mean I didn’t just lay there letting the other person do all the work, but I always followed the other person’s lead. Let them set the pace. But with Sam, I wanted to be a full participant.
When she didn’t answer I gripped the bottom of her tank top, pulling it over her head to reveal the sports bra beneath.
“There’s no sexy way to get out of this thing,” she warned me as she grabbed the bottom band.
I watched as she tugged the tight fabric over her head, her breasts bouncing a little as they were freed from their spandex prison. My hands went right to her globes, stroking and squeezing them and watching as her nipples hardened between my fingers.
“Fair is fair,” she said pointedly.
I dropped her breasts long enough to rip off my shirt and bra. Once we were both topless we moved closer, breasts rubbing against each other deliciously with every move.
“I want you,” I panted as we broke apart again. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you.”
“I want you too,” she breathed.
“Then we’re in agreement.”
Sam placed her hands on my sternum, right between my breasts, and gave me a little push.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I shifted off her lap and laid down on the drop cloth.
The canvas fabric was rough beneath my skin, adding to the sensation.
She stood up long enough to remove her pants, and I wiggled out of mine.
When my hands went to the waistband of my panties she stopped me.
“No, let me. I want to unwrap you like a fucking package.”
It was both sweet and vulgar. I watched as Sam shimmied out of her own underwear, revealing a neatly trimmed pussy that even in the dim light glistened with arousal.
In a flash she was back on the ground, peeling off my panties and tossing them over her shoulder before spreading my legs wide and settling on her belly between them.
“Beautiful,” she breathed as she used her fingers to spread my lower lips wide.
Normally such intent scrutiny would have made me feel embarrassed, but seeing the look on her face – one of joy and appreciation – made all my insecurities disappear.
The first time her tongue moved through my slit my hips popped up.
Sam clamped down on them with her hands, holding me in place, then started eating me out like it was her new mission in life.
She started slowly, exploring my folds, then moved deeper, leaving nothing untouched.
Every time she circled my clit I made a little whining noise, desperate for her to give my tiny bud some focus.
Finally I grabbed the back of her head, holding her there, and I felt her chuckle against my pussy. She complied though, circling and tapping against my clit over and over again until I was ready to do anything to come.
As if she knew I needed more, Sam shifted enough to slide one slim finger inside my opening, and another soon followed. She moved in and out slowly, like she had all the time in the world, until she curled her fingers and found a spot that made my eyes cross with pleasure.
“Sam!” I gasped. “Right there. More.”
She sucked my clit in between her lips, adding a bit of suction and teasing it with her tongue until I was on the edge. When she lifted her head, I cried out in frustration, making her smirk.
“Pinch your nipples for me,” she ordered, her voice low and authoritative in a way that I didn’t hate. “Nice and hard.”
I complied immediately and she kept her eyes on me while resuming her gentle sucking of my clit.
Sam added a third finger, stretching me wide, and this time when she rubbed against my G spot I completely lost control.
“Sam!”
My back arched and my head rolled back as waves of pleasure flooded my body.
There was the briefest moment of stillness, then I was shuddering my way through the most intense orgasm of my life.
My legs wrapped around her torso, as if my body was afraid she’d get away, and I curled my hands into fists on the floor, all of my focus on the sensations waking up my body like an electric shock.
She finally gentled her touch, waiting for me to come down from my orgasm. I felt empty when she removed her fingers, but then she looked me dead in the eye and sucked those fingers into her mouth, making a sound of pleasure that nearly made me come again.
“Holy shit,” I breathed.
“Yeah.”
There was a world of meaning in that one word and as we stared into each other’s eyes across the distance of my prone body I wondered if she was thinking the same thing as me, that things would never be the same again.
I was too nervous to ask her but as Sam slid up my body to cuddle into my side, my mind was racing.
I knew Sam well enough to know that she kept herself at a distance from everybody.
Even good friends like Barney she only let in so far.
I’d asked him about her, not long after that kiss we shared in her office.
“I don’t know if it’s because she’s a woman in an industry that’s still mostly male, or if something happened in her past to make her skittish, or maybe she’s just one of those people who can’t stand to get too close to people,” he said.
“Either way, she’s always held herself apart.
I’ve known her since she was an eighteen year old apprentice and we’ve been friends, good friends, most of that time, and still I can’t say that I know what goes on in her head.
And as for dating, I’ve never seen her stay with anyone more than a month.
Maybe two. She’s a hard nut to crack that one. ”
There was one thing I knew for sure – Sam was worth it.
Now that I’d had her head between my legs, there was no way I was letting her go.
I knew it wouldn’t be easy though. Between Sam’s wariness, the differences in our worlds, and God help me, my mother, our being together would be a challenge, at least at first. But it was a challenge I was willing to undertake if it meant spending the rest of my life with the woman I loved.
Because it was true. I was hopelessly, irrevocably in love with Sam Ralston.