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When I lifted my hips and adjusted them away, she got the hint I couldn't bear anymore tortuous pleasure. I heard and felt her panting.
When I'd regained enough breath for what I intended to do next, I dragged my body down hers. Our nipples rubbed against one another and we both closed our eyes at the sensation. I remembered what my plan was, however, and I refused to be sidetracked.
I lifted my tit up to her smaller one and let my nipple run against the hardness of her own. Her eyes fluttered open and her eyes bore into mine. I strained my neck so I could lick both our nipples at once. Olivia said something in another language, something that sounded absolutely like a curse.
Her cheeks were blushed beneath her olive skin. Her eyes were shiny and desperate. Her chest was flushed, and those nipples... those raspberry-colored nipples so bright against the coffee of her flesh... I'd devour them all day if I had the time.
But I didn't have the time, at least not today.
"I have to rush this. I'm sorry I can't give you the time you deserve. I wish we had more time."
"Shut up," Olivia rasped, her lips still wet from my cum. "Rush all you want. I'm nearly there. Don't stop."
Funny how sex brought her accent out more. It was hypnotizing, the sound of her voice.
I slipped a few fingers inside her. My mouth dropped when I found how wet she was. It shouldn't have been surprising, for she was clearly a sexual woman, but the fact that bringing me to orgasm was enough to do this to her was both humbling and fuckhot.
She writhed below me, fucking my fingers. I tutted and moved them out. "It's my turn to make you crazy."
"Fuck, you already have! Just make me come!"
I leant down to her face and kissed her, tasting myself on her tongue. Then I whispered, "So bossy," into her mouth. I returned my tongue to her clit.
My fingers plunged in and out. I curved them a little, remembering porn videos I'd seen before with other boyfriends, boyfriends who obviously didn't take the notes I did. Seeing the electricity zing through Olivia's body told me I found her spot.
She caught me grinning like a smug bitch and distractedly gave me the finger.
I prodded at that spot, my fingers thrusting relentlessly inside her. She screamed and begged and wept over and over until suddenly her entire body seized and she grunted, releasing all over my tongue.
I was winded and took my time catching my breath, leaning back on my heels to stare at her blushing body. Her pussy was pink and shimmering. I'd eat her all day if I could. I recalled the last thought I had after we had sex-that I'd loved it.
Then it dawned on me how ridiculous this all was. When the hell did I become a pussy-greedy lesbian?
"Uh, oh," Olivia whispered.
I glanced back at her. "What?"
"You're freaking out again."
She tried to fight a smile and failed. She sat up and moved herself next me, her arm touching mine. "It's okay to be scared. I don't mind. It's scary for me, too. And I know this is new for you, and I know how busy you are. And I'm sorry I haven't been able to take you out on a good date, yet. A date you know for sure is a date from the start. Not like last time. That might help clarify things for you. And I don't want you to keep doing stuff only to regret it later."
"I don't regret this, Olivia. I loved it. Really. It was the best sex I ever had. I'm just... It's just so weird for me."
"Was my tongue inside of you weird?" She stuck her tongue in her cheek and gave me a wicked smile.
I laughed. "Yes and no! I don't know!"
She bent one of legs at the knee and turned so that I could get a glimpse of her stretched pussy. "Which do you like better? My pussy or my tongue?"
"Both," I murmured, fascinated when she scooped up a bit of her wetness and slipped her finger into my mouth.
"I don't have the answers for you, darling, but we can figure it out together when you get through this case. There is no rush."
My mood sobered.