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| Part I: Conceit
She could tell by the casual way the detective invited her to join them for drinks, by the way she smirked as she gave her the once-over, with a flash of dark eyes and pearly whites. Something about the swing of her shoulders and the tilt of her head when she brought their drinks from the bar to the table. Olivia thought she was in control of the flirtation. Even though the blush rose to her face when she got caught looking too long. Even though the entire bar could see her arousal, the glassy eyes, the darkened color of her lips, the shallowness of her breath. Through the good-byes to co-workers on the corner, the ride to Abbie's apartment under the pretext of sharing a cab, the detective still believed she had created this seduction and was proud of her creation. Just inside her door, Abbie curled her lips over her teeth, and she resolved to disabuse Olivia of her conceit. "You," she said, staring the woman down, "are going to come for me." Olivia looked at her with disbelieving eyes. She opened her mouth and closed it again before walking into Abbie's personal space. She placed her hand carefully, deliberately, on Abbie's hip. "Am I now?" While Olivia's arrogance amused her, the challenge implied silenced her chuckle. And her own desires were making themselves clear. "Olivia, come here," she commanded. Abbie suddenly needed to feel her, to have this foolishly defiant woman comply. She pushed her up against the wall and roughly tugged on her jeans till they fell to her ankles. With Olivia's shirt pulled up and balled roughly into her fist, Abbie leaned and held her against the wall. She slid her other hand down her exposed torso to her stomach and then into her panties. She felt the heat against her palm, the wetness against her fingers. She closed her eyes to concentrate better on the feel of the velvety wet skin she'd wanted so badly. She needed the evidence of Olivia's desire. The pull of her shirt and the firm but light touch between her thighs sent electricity dancing over Olivia's skin. She moaned, her body trembling under the shock of the assault, her eyes dilated with want. "Fuck me," she implored, voicing her body's need. She was breathing more rapidly now, opening her legs to her hand, like an invitation or an offering. She tilted her hips slightly, hoping she would enter her. But Abbie teased a bit longer. She bent down to her breast and bit and sucked at her hard nipple. Olivia gasped and arched her back into the almost pain. Abbie just circled her fingers around the wetness, up and down through the folds, never quite reaching either her clit or her opening. Olivia struggled under her hands, so she bent her elbow to hold her with her forearm and to bring herself into full contact with her body. Olivia burned at the contact, hot skin against cool silk. "Please, I want you inside me." She ran her fingers up and down the arm belonging to the hand that wasn't quite satisfying her, each downward stroke growing less tentative, as if she could coax the hand into the penetration she needed right now as much as she needed air to breathe. "Fuck me," she pleaded softly again. "Please, Abbie, fuck me. Make me come. I need you inside me. I need you fucking me right now, here.... Please." This is how she wanted her. "Goddamn it. Fuck this," rubbing her hand over the hand so close to her frustration. Just how she wanted her, raw in her need, shameless in her desire, begging for it, for her. She placed a bruising kiss on her lips, forcing entry with her tongue. The woman moaned again, then suddenly stopped as Abbie pushed her fingers inside. "Oh God, yes. Yeah," she mumbled under the pressure of the other woman's mouth. Abbie reveled in the feeling of hot, slick skin and muscle. She fucked her slowly at first, setting a steady, teasing tempo, delighting in the little shudders and sighs. Then she picked up her pace. The woman rocked her hips in rhythm with her. She wanted more. She needed more. Like she couldn't open herself enough to Abbie or have enough of Abbie. "I need...," she tried. "Please, Abbie, I...," she tried again. Then finally, "Harder." Listening to the urgency in the word, Abbie used her own hip behind her hand as leverage. With the extra strength, she fucked her harder, almost hammering her into the wall. Her voice was rough between grunts, between thrusts. "Please, yes! Unh. Like that. Anh. Hard, God! Unh. I'm almost th-." "This, Olivia, is how I make you come." Olivia could feel her legs go numb and a cry start to build from somewhere below her throat. Her body was now supported almost entirely by the force driving deep inside her, pushing her closer and closer. She felt a third finger and cried out, the invasion bordering on pain sent her over the edge into orgasm. Abbie felt the contraction against her fingers before she felt the nails dig into her shoulders and back involuntarily, before she heard the muffled, ragged cry, before the waves of heat rolled off her sweat-glistened body. She could hold herself up no longer, and she slid off her hand and down the wall to her knees. Her body pounded with insistent pleasure. Her thighs and stomach convulsed. Her ears rang. She clung to the waistband of Abbie's trousers, face resting against her thigh. "Oh fuck. Oh Jesus. Ohhh." She raised her head and took the fingers that had done this to her, that were now tenderly caressing her cheek, into her mouth. She felt like she was still begging, on her knees begging, or worshiping, the hand that commanded her body like God. Part II: Unrepentant She looked down at Olivia, eyes closed and kneeling before her, and she placed her other hand on the wall to brace herself. Her legs were not as strong as they were moments ago. The feel of her fingers against Olivia's tongue, soft and wet, was almost more than she could take. Olivia brought her own hand over Abbie's. She took her fingers deep into her mouth and sucked, slowly pulling back. Abbie squeezed her thighs together. She kissed the fingertips and the palm. She bit, licked and then gently sucked at her wrist, where her pulse point beat against her lips. Maintaining what she hoped was eye contact, she reached down and pulled her shirt over her head, exposing all of herself. She wanted to be as naked as she felt, offer her everything, deny her nothing. Abbie opened her mouth to ease her breathing, standing mutely in front of Olivia's body. Olivia ran her hands up her clothed thighs and hips to the button on her trousers. She undid it and licked the half inch of skin it exposed. Abbie moaned and buried her fingers into Olivia's hair. Unzipping the trousers with her teeth as slowly as she could, she let her warm breath send shivers up from her abdomen to her neck. The expensive material, along with her now ruined panties, slid easily off her hips. Olivia's hot mouth pressed to her skin leaving little wet pink flowers, against the ridge of her hip, under her navel, right at the top of her thigh. The air cooled all the places Olivia had burned, and her throat ran dry. Olivia skimmed her lips and nose across Abbie's dark curls, her fingers wrapped firmly around the backs and insides of her thighs. She wanted to cry out, to say yes, more, but her throat wouldn't cooperate. Olivia listened joyfully to her labored breathing. She leaned forward and moved her other knee inside Abbie's ankle, forcing the woman to open her legs for her, granting her access. She dipped her tongue into the curls, pleased by the heat and wet she found there. Abbie sucked in a breath above her. Olivia stifled a chuckle as she went back, running the tip of her tongue through thick folds, nibbling tenderly at sensitive skin, then pulling back. At a loss for words to make demands, Abbie clumsily yanked off her blouse and threw it to the ground like a challenge. Olivia smiled as Abbie placed an encouraging hand at the back of Olivia's head. Keeping one steady hand on her hip, she skipped the other up the inside of Abbie's thigh, stopping just short. Abbie hissed her frustration and pulled at Olivia's hair. "Aw, baby," she cooed. "How'm I supposed to do this right if you don't tell me what you want?" As if Abbie could speak right now. She glared at the woman instead, her jaw clenching. "Maybe you want my tongue?" she flicked her tongue quickly across Abbie's clit and was rewarded with a soft gasp. "Or maybe my fingers?" she let the tips of her fingers, which had been not quite touching there, trail through Abbie's wetness. Abbie began to grind her hips into her hand, so she took it away. "What to do, what to do?" She licked a particularly inviting spot, a tiny dimple, just below her navel. She felt the muscles in Abbie's stomach jump and her legs shake. With both hands on her hips, Olivia shifted Abbie against the wall. Then she covered her exposed, pink skin with her mouth, sucking and teasing. She circled one finger around her opening, eliciting low moans, before entering her. Abbie tilted her hips up and pulled Olivia's head hard into her. But she began at an aggravatingly slow, even pace, making her growl the impatience and the need that demanded expression. Olivia hummed both her understanding and refusal into her aching, panicky flesh. Help, she mouthed, the only word her brain could locate. Olivia, whose eyes were fixed to her flushed face, added another finger. "H-help," she voiced this time, and Olivia pressed more deeply into her, quickening her motion. "He-unh." First Abbie's feet faded away, then her hands, which she hoped were still holding Olivia firmly. White-hot blood rushed to the buzzing. And then her body came undone. Her muscles snapped and loosened, her skin evaporated and coalesced again. She fell to the floor and curled herself against the wall. A stunned Olivia gingerly covered her with her own warm body, forcing her silently onto her back, straightening her legs, length to length. She placed loving, reverent kisses on her face, quietly purring a hymn of grace and redemption into her ear. ---Fin--- I'm always adding new stuff. Check back soon for more or join the mailing list. To submit your work click the Email link below. Email Ab/O MAIN HOME SVU MAIN JOIN THE YAHOO GROUP |
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