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Olivia's put her t-shirt back on to brew coffee, and you're lying on her mattress, feeling blissed out but pensive. You've pretty much reached the limit of your experience, and you're not sure whether you should warn her. She doesn't seem the type to find innocence a turn on, and you don't want this to stop. Maybe your performance earlier was too convincing and now she’ll expect you to know how to use toys on her. You wonder how kinky she might be, and if she'll want to do weird things to you. You wonder if you'll like it.
You’re chewing all this over when she comes back to the bedroom, carrying coffee and toast.
“Carbs,” she announces as she sits down beside you “for round two”. She’s smoothed her hair down a bit and looks composed again.
You sip at your coffee, watching Olivia over the rim. She’s eating inelegantly, but somehow making it sexy. Ugh. Crumbs around her mouth should not give you warm fuzzy feelings. You play a game of asking inane questions just as she’s taking a bite to eat, making her slap at you lightly.
You decide to be casual about it all. She’s fit, she can take the lead, and you’re damn well going to enjoy yourself. You’re a sexually confident, independent -virgin- woman thanks very much (now say it again two more times).
Breakfast eaten, you kneel astride her. She looks up at you with her deep, warm eyes and you kiss her again. The world around you dissolves and all you’re conscious of is her mouth on yours. You comb through your hair, mussing it up deliberately, and roll your body against hers. All you want is the pressure of her stomach on your core so you pull her shirt off a second time and grind yourself slowly but firmly on her warm skin.
You’re still wet from earlier and you’re getting slicker again. Olivia holds you closer, helping you rub yourself on her, whimpering a little as you do. Her fingers are pressing into your cheeks, and after a moment she starts to move one of her hands closer to your entrance, from behind.
Her fingers slide in your wetness, brushing near your cunt with every thrust of your hips. You buck at each touch, gasping and moaning every time you slide over the very tip of one of her fingers. It's maddening but exciting to feel the pressure like this, pleasure fleeting but building.
She’s enjoying working you up, but feeling you shake against her, your ragged breath on her neck, Olivia relents. She pulls you close with one arm and frees her other hand to stroke your pussy more deliberately. She lets you hump against the flat of her fingers for a bit, enjoying toying with your clit, then moves her hand back down to press her fingertip into your entrance again.
You still to fully appreciate the sensation of her slowly pushing into you. Everything feels so heated and right - you’re held and safe but also she’s in control, can open you further if she wishes, can push inside you when she wants, but she’s letting you set the pace for now. You’re so wet and excited but also so nervous that your breathing is uneven and your heart is fluttering.
Olivia kisses you deeply as she slowly works her finger further in. You’re close around it, you're not exactly being stretched but every bit of contact burns beautifully. You’re making ungodly noises, feel sure you’re going to explode from the intensity.
You’ve never tried touching yourself from behind like this. At this angle you feel so full from her, completely lit up from her pressing the walls of your cunt. When you spread your knees and bear down on her hand, she hits your clit at the same time as she massages your g-spot. She hardly needs to move to have you shaking and panting uncontrollably, seeing sparks as you rub yourself on her for what feels like hours. It feels so perfect, the waves of pleasure go on forever and you never want it to end. You’re so full of feeling that you can’t express, keening and sobbing as she presses within you.
"Goood girl," she purrs. She notes with interest that you spasm in response.
When you finally start to slow, she rolls you from kneeling to lying on your back. She’s still in you, but holding still, her body between your spread legs, one hand splayed on your inner thigh. Your muscles are twitching all over your body, and she kisses them gently where she sees them move. She can't believe the intensity of your reaction to her, how you shudder at even her smallest movement. She wants to have all of you, engulf you, fill you and be filled by you.
Olivia crawls up your chest to kiss you long and hard, pulling you as close as she can, arching her back to grind herself on your stomach. Soon she’s guiding your hand back to her pussy, greedy for your fingers again. You push in two right away this time, but even when you scissor and corkscrew them, she needs more. You can’t reach far enough to fill her from this angle, so she pulls away - oh god have you done something wrong - to turn around and push up on her knees.
She’s rubbing her clit and moaning at you to hurry up, so you scramble to your knees too, running your hands over her inner thighs, teasing as she begs you to slide into her again.
You can feel her pulsing around you as you slowly slip in a third finger. Olivia groans, legs spreading further as she bears down onto your hand, which you start to turn gently but firmly in her. She’s so hot and wet and silky smooth around you, and you’d swear you can feel yourself throbbing in tandem with her.
She’s starting to lose herself, fucking with abandon now, and if she were more with it she might feel self-conscious. Instead she whimpers and cries out freely at each thrust. You realise you can push into her harder if you put your weight into it, and feel a thrill as her cries crescendo.
You nudge her hand from her clit and take over rubbing, slower than she was, but harder. With that, her hips thrust more wildly and her head drops to the mattress. She’s pulsing hard around you, crushing your fingers in just the right way. Every jerk and tremor from her feels connected to you, and you can feel an orgasm flickering even though nothing’s touching you. You’re in awe of how she trembles and clenches and loses herself.
Just when you think she can’t possibly go on much longer, she bears down further and wetness splashes over your fingers. Gasping for breath, Olivia flops down bonelessly on the mattress. You’re still inside her and the angle’s quite a lot on your wrist, but you’re not sure if you can move away yet.
With your free hand, you smooth over her lower back and buttocks, then dip your head to kiss her too. As you start to pull out, you set off a chain of tremors up Olivia’s back and she groans as she quakes out another orgasm.