The Muse (38 page)

“All the way,” Olive murmured, keening quietly as Kate eased the full length of her finger inside. She banged the mattress beside her hip with a closed fist. “
Fuck
, everything feels so good.”

“Then my evil plan is working.” Kate lowered her mouth to Olive’s breast and sucked the erect tip between her teeth. She bit down cautiously, gratified when Olive’s body jumped and then contracted around her. “Excellent.”

Olive let out a laugh that caused her inner muscles to tighten around Kate’s finger. “It’s definitely working, because I’m starting to forget why I wanted to draw this out…”

Kate bit down harder on the nipple, then dragged the flat of her tongue in wide circles around the tender flesh. She lifted her gaze, hoping to catch Olive watching, pleased when she did. She spent a few moments fucking Olive in the ass with her finger while studying her face, excited by every twinge of sensation that registered there. Leaving her breast with a final lick to her shiny, turgid nipple, Kate rasped, “Are you saying you want my fingers in your pussy? Because you can have them.”

Olive hesitated, her internal conflict playing out across her pretty face. “I do…”

Banking on the idea that Olive
really
, genuinely loved dirty talk, Kate put her mouth against her ear and whispered, “A little butt fucking and you’re ready to give it
all
up for me, aren’t you?” She eased her finger out of Olive’s ass before slowly forcing it all the way back in. “Ask me…whatever you need, I’ll give to you.”

Olive hooked a trembling arm around Kate’s back. “I need you inside me.”

Pleased at being given ample opportunity to tease, Kate sucked on the nearest patch of skin as she established a slow, driving rhythm with her finger. The shallow thrusts caused Olive to quake uncontrollably, as though she might actually climax from anal penetration alone. “I
am
inside you.”

Growling, Olive reached between her legs and grabbed Kate’s wrist. “You know what I mean.”

“Do I?” Kate withdrew from Olive’s ass, once again reversing their positions so she could switch back to her dominant hand. But before she settled down, she stopped to tug saucily on the waistband of the panties she’d left in such disarray. “You mean you want these off now?”

Olive lifted her hips. “Yes.”

As committed as Kate was to her role as semi-bad cop, she was in no mood to mess around. She yanked the panties down and off before retaking her place at Olive’s side. Reaching out, she pulled their bodies together as tightly as she could, wishing like hell for some way to get closer. She traced the delicate column of Olive’s throat, then the valley between her full breasts, her belly, before drifting to a contented stop at the juncture of barely parted thighs. Kate petted the short, wiry hairs beneath her fingers and murmured, “Will you open your legs for me?”

Olive’s thighs fell open as though Kate had uttered the secret password. “That’s exactly where I want you.”

“Here?” Kate ran her fingers through the unbelievable wetness coating Olive’s vulva and thighs.

No longer shy, Olive took hold of her hand and positioned Kate at her opening. “I want you to slide your fingers inside me,” she said, and helped her do just that. “
Deep
.” Holding tight to Kate’s wrist, she fucked herself with the two digits on offer. “God, Kate, you have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”

Moved by the palpable emotion in Olive’s voice, Kate closed her eyes and murmured, “I think I might.” She thrust in and out of Olive slowly, burying her fingers as deeply as she could. “Have you spent the past couple weeks feeling like you’d lost something you’d just discovered you needed? Something you were terrified you might never find again?”

Olive’s blunt fingernails dug into her back. “I guess you
do
have an idea.”

Bracing herself for a no, Kate moved her thumb to brush lightly against Olive’s swollen clit. “Would you let me make you come if I promise to do it again just as soon as you recover?” She withdrew her fingers until only the very tips remained, then brought a third to join the two Olive had been enjoying so well. A raised eyebrow earned her a fervent nod, which emboldened Kate to ease back inside. She kissed Olive’s neck, pleased by the way the muscles beneath her lips tensed as she stretched her fingers slightly apart. “I want to hear those sexy little noises you make and feel the way you tighten and convulse around me.” She paused, then admitted in a whisper, “I need to remember what it’s like to make you feel
good
.”

Olive caressed the side of her face. “
Yes
.”

Kate drew a light path around Olive’s clit, testing her readiness. Her body jolted in reaction to the careful touch, clearly on a hair trigger, thrillingly close to detonation. Eager to bring on the explosion, Kate pulled Olive into a deep kiss, increasing the speed of her thrusts until her knuckles slapped rhythmically against Olive’s ass. She groaned, pleased by the lewd sound of their fucking, doubly pleased when Olive grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. Nipping Olive’s lower lip, Kate finally brought her thumb in to join the action, rubbing precise circles designed to elicit the fastest, hardest, messiest climax possible. She wanted Olive to soak the futon, to fall apart completely all over her hand.

“Oh, fuck.” Olive stiffened. Arched her back. Spread her legs impossibly wider. “I’m gonna come.”

Excited, Kate kissed a path down Olive’s throat to her chest, sucking on the nipple closest to her mouth while redoubling her efforts between what seemed like perpetually shaking thighs. She closed her eyes in anticipation, dedicated for the first time in days to something other than writing. And damn, did it feel
good
.

Olive’s orgasm hit hard and wrenched a hoarse cry from someplace deep inside her, so loud that Kate knew it signaled a genuine loss of control. She surged up and covered Olive’s mouth with her own, swallowing her delicious moans in case Erato was listening at the door. She didn’t slow her hand until Olive’s taut body went limp, and it only went still after Olive grabbed weakly at her arm, mumbling, “Please, no more.”

Kate pulled out slowly, relishing every aftershock that rolled through the supple body pressed tightly against her own. Flattening her hand over Olive’s aroused sex, she bent and kissed each of her nipples in turn. “You. Are.
Magnificent
.”

Olive managed a breathless chuckle. “Only with you.” Encouraging Kate to rest her head on her chest, she took deep breaths in an obvious effort to calm herself. “Wow. That was even better than your books.”

Kissing the skin closest to her lips, Kate murmured, “I try.” Then she closed her eyes and enjoyed the thrum of Olive’s rapid heartbeat beneath her ear. After a moment, she added, “I’m choosing to accept that purely as a compliment of my sexual prowess and
not
as a subtle panning of my love scenes.”

Quiet laughter rumbled through Olive’s chest, making Kate smile even harder than she already was. “As it was intended.”

Kate sighed at the mindless scratching of blunt fingernails between her shoulder blades. “It just feels so easy with you—Erato’s interference aside.”

“Who will henceforth be referred to as She Who Shall Not Be Named whenever we’re postcoital. Or precoital. Or midcoital, for that matter.” Olive stretched to give her left butt cheek a sharp pinch. “Deal?”

Yelping, Kate rolled away while using her hand to shield her bottom against further assault. The sheet dislodged slightly, sending a welcome, cool breeze over their sweat-dampened bodies. “Deal!”

“Excellent.” Olive beckoned for her to return. “Now get back on top of me, but facing the other way.”

The mental image that accompanied the invitation unleashed a renewed flood of wetness to coat Kate’s already sodden folds—so much that she felt almost awkward about accepting. Face hot, Kate admitted, “You’ll drown.”

“I won’t.” Olive tugged lightly on her arm. “I’ll feast.” At the realization that Kate wasn’t going to budge, she reached between their bodies and nudged Kate’s thighs open. Locking eyes, Olive dragged her whole hand through the abundant wetness coating her sex before lifting it to her mouth so she could suck each finger clean. She finished her lengthy, deliberate display by licking every last drop of juice from her palm. In a low, huskier-than-usual voice, she murmured, “Believe me, wet—even messy—can
never
be a bad thing when your pussy tastes
this
yummy.”

With both her ego and her libido boosted, Kate was able to let go of her insecurities and resume her position on top of Olive. But before she reversed direction, she paused to cradle Olive’s face in her hands so she could cover her cheeks, nose, forehead, and chin with kiss after feather-soft kiss. As much as she burned to come, she wanted Olive to know without a doubt that this—that
they
—were about more than sex. She whispered, “On that note, I haven’t forgotten that I owe you a very fancy,
very
private dinner date.”

Clearly pleased by the comment, Olive caught a lock of her hair and gave it a playful tug. “As much as I appreciate that, right now you’re all I want to eat.”

Mindful of the rule against mentioning her muse, Kate declined to point out that she happened to be Olive’s only option as long as they were locked in the office (save for the half-eaten bag of M&Ms next to her laptop). Instead, she groaned at the sensation of yet more wetness seeping from her body, drawn out by Olive’s blunt language and the slight pain of having her hair pulled. She ducked out of Olive’s grip, shooting her a mock dirty look. “Keep doing that and you’ll really have a mess to contend with.”

“Promise?” Olive’s eyes flashed with pure, sinful mischief. “Now will you
please
sit on my face already?”

Turned on by Olive’s total lack of inhibition, Kate gave her a final, passionate kiss, then maneuvered herself onto her hands and knees until she hovered above Olive’s eager mouth. Drawing upon her newfound confidence that with this woman, sexually she could do no wrong, Kate snaked her right hand down to fondle herself. Her clit was so sensitive she didn’t dare touch it, not wanting to bring on her own climax when a far superior source of release was mere inches away. She stroked her labia instead, imagining that Olive was not only watching but thoroughly enjoying the show. “Is this what you want?”

Olive let out a quiet growl before grabbing Kate’s ass and pulling her down onto her waiting mouth. Overwhelmed by wet, sucking heat that threatened to send her swiftly over the edge, Kate forcibly lifted her hips so she could at least remove her fingers from the overwhelming mix of sensation. Olive delivered a firm swat to the fleshiest part of her bottom. “Brat.”

Not in any real mood to play hard to get, Kate lowered herself back onto Olive’s mouth with a seductive wiggle of her hips. The moan that greeted her sent pleasant reverberations through her lower body, setting off tiny explosions that stole her breath and left her clinging to the futon. Wanting to distract herself from the way Olive’s skillful tongue sought out her most sensitive spots with unerring ease, she brought her now-unoccupied hands to Olive’s fragrant, slippery sex—laid out so temptingly right below her face—and spread her open.

The sight that greeted her was absolutely mouthwatering. She wasn’t sure she’d ever seen a woman so beautifully aroused, in real life
or
within her shamefully extensive history consuming visual pornography. Olive was dark pink, swollen and heavy and coated with droplets of milky white fluid, practically begging to be kissed. Obliging what she hoped was a shared desire, Kate gave in to temptation and dipped to have a taste. As soon as her tongue made contact, the driving suction against her clit faltered, offering her a welcome reprieve from her own fast-approaching climax.

Grateful to have found a way to buy herself a little breathing room, Kate moved her hands to Olive’s thighs and pressed them apart to pin her down against the futon’s mattress. At the same time she rolled her hips, dragging her pussy from Olive’s chin to her nose, trying to stay away from her searching mouth. Whatever embarrassment she’d felt about her copious wetness was long gone, a testament to the trust and comfort she felt with her new lover. The enthusiasm that met her every action—from grinding her pussy into Olive’s nose to the near-theatrical way she bobbed up and down on Olive’s clit in an exaggerated pantomime of giving head—reassured her that with Olive, even her kinkiest instincts were worth following. Best of all, they were probably shared.

As though privy to her thoughts, Olive slipped two fingers into her vagina, then ran her other hand through the slick crevice between her buttocks, pausing to tease her anus with the barest indirect pressure. Aware that now
her
focus had slipped, Kate rocked herself on the fingers inside her briefly before redoubling her own efforts, penetrating Olive once, twice, three times, then withdrawing altogether, reaching down to grab and spread her ass instead. She moved her tongue in fast, tight circles around Olive’s throbbing clit, feeling suddenly competitive about who would make who come first. Olive seemed to pick up on the new game, because the hand on her ass lifted only to return seconds later, landing low on her cheek with a resounding
smack
. Kate moaned against Olive’s clit, feeling her own jump in response. That earned her another slap, which caused her to contract around the fingers inside her—which, damn it, was the beginning of the end.

Cursing, Kate did her best to keep licking despite the thunderous pleasure she could no longer hold back. The grip on her ass tightened, keeping her firmly attached to the wet suction of full lips and at the mercy of an expertly controlled tongue. At the same time, she could feel the fingers inside her fighting to keep moving even as she clamped down around them. The result was a friction so divine it rendered her momentarily useless, unable to do anything except be present and
feel
. She kept her tongue pressed against Olive’s clit, her entire body quivering as she flew apart with a muffled shout. Olive squeezed her butt, then slapped it, moving her head back and forth as she milked wave after wave of ecstasy from Kate’s absolutely exhausted body.