Can't Get Enough (16 page)

When Scarlet suddenly pulled out, the emptiness, however short, felt hollow inside of Olivia, like a gaping wound.

“Sit on me,” Scarlet hissed and Olivia couldn’t comply fast enough. Scarlet lay beneath her, the yellow-brown complexion of her skin dotted with sweat. Olivia lowered herself over the blue rubber cock with reckless abandon. Soon she was bopping up and down, catching glimpses of the triumphant smile on Scarlet’s face. Scarlet held one hand on Olivia’s left breast, her thumb and index finger firmly gripping her nipple. The fingers of her other hand inched closer to Olivia’s clit and every time Olivia bumped down, her clit stroked Scarlet’s outstretched thumb. With every flick of Scarlet’s thumb and every thrust inside of her, the fire in Olivia’s belly intensified. The dildo tore her up in a way that was inescapable and strangely unifying. Tears welled at the back of her throat and a sudden insane happiness ripped through her. Olivia felt disconnected enough from the circumstances of this fuck to enjoy it with no bounds. Her mind was clear and her synapses only geared towards one goal; pleasure.

When the waves became too strong to resist, Olivia willingly dipped under. She let them take her and carry her all the way.

“Come on, baby,” Scarlet muttered, lost in the action as well. Her words seemed to catch Olivia by the throat as she buckled down for the final push and let the length of the toy consume her. Scarlet’s thumb rubbed furiously over her clit, which was so sensitive and swollen that the increased contact coaxed a loud groan from deep inside of Olivia.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Olivia screamed as she came over the dildo, a million stars exploding in her head. She came all over Scarlet’s hand and filled it with wave after wave of juice. The heat spread through her body, seizing her and finally, seemingly paralysing her for an instant. All energy drained from her muscles and she collapsed on the bed.
 

Scarlet slid out of the harness elegantly and poured her hot body over Olivia’s limbs—like a lover would. She kissed Olivia’s forehead gently, one tiny peck next to the other until her lips twinkled with Olivia’s sweat. She took Olivia’s hand and guided it between her legs. She’d finally taken off her panties and the brash wetness of her pussy filled Olivia with renewed energy.

“I’m wet for you, baby,” Scarlet said and Olivia was more than happy to oblige. The sight of Scarlet, totally naked for the first time under her gaze and at her mercy caused her own pussy to tingle again. Some time for recovery was needed though and how better to spend it than with her head between the legs of this gorgeous woman.

Olivia started by kissing Scarlet’s cheekbones, followed by an intense stare into her wild eyes, and ended with a tender kiss on her lips. Their tongues intertwined and darted in and out of each others’ mouth. It was almost innocent, Olivia thought, but she didn’t have time to dwell on such musings. Scarlet squirmed beneath her, her soft skin covered with an oily layer of sweat and slithering against hers. She wanted it—needed it, by the look of things—and Olivia allowed herself to enjoy the tinge of power Scarlet’s naked desire awoke in her.

Olivia took her time savouring Scarlet’s nipples, coating them in saliva and spreading it out with her tongue until the tiny brown buds pierced hard against her lips. Scarlet’s hands were in her hair, on her neck and in her mouth, they were everywhere, until they had nothing to hold on to anymore, except for a stray strand of hair, and Olivia buried her head between Scarlet’s legs. The smell of silicone and pure lust rising from Scarlet sent a fresh pang of desire up Olivia’s spine, she inhaled it deeply and let the earlier memory of the strap-on wash over her. Olivia wanted to drag it out and make Scarlet wait for it, but they were both well beyond patience now. She dipped the tip of her tongue between Scarlet’s lips and licked all the way up, encircling her clit with one swift flick.
 

“Aah,” Scarlet moaned. “Fuck me, please fuck me, baby.” Any restraint Olivia usually prided herself on practising went out of the window, as if anything Scarlet told her was a command.
 

Olivia sucked Scarlet’s clit between her lips and let her tongue swirl over it in her mouth. She slid to her knees and, without letting her tongue lose touch, found a new balance. Slowly, inch by inch, she pushed one finger inside the heat of Scarlet’s pussy. Olivia wanted to keep on licking her simultaneously but the urge to see Scarlet’s face while she slowly started fucking her was too big. She lifted her head and found Scarlet’s eyes. An ecstatic expression had taken hold of her face while her eyes pleaded for more fingers. Olivia explored the inside of Scarlet while gazing into her eyes and soon felt the wetness dripping down her thighs again. She added a finger and spread them apart inside Scarlet, coaxing a low approving growl from her throat.
 

Scarlet had gripped the hand Olivia used to steady herself on the bed and dug her red nails deep into its flesh. Olivia studied her own hand with growing desire as she inserted a third finger inside of Scarlet, then locked eyes with her again. She wanted to touch herself and share this pleasure, but she only had two hands and they were both busy, one fucking and the other being scratched feverishly. Next time I’ll have to ask for two ladies, she thought, then focused her attention on finger-fucking Scarlet again.

“Harder,” Scarlet muttered. Olivia buried her fingers deep inside Scarlet every time she entered, revelling in the sticky warmth of it and the quick succession of sighs escaping Scarlet’s mouth. When she lowered her head to add some oral stimulation, Scarlet said, “No. Look at me.” Olivia was amazed by the intimacy of the whole situation and concluded it must be Scarlet’s secret weapon. The skill of eliciting a feeling of closeness between her and her clients, banning the grotesqueness and possible seediness of it.

Olivia bore her eyes into Scarlet’s and stretched her pussy by burying a fourth finger inside of it. Scarlet started shaking all over her body, her muscles contracting and detracting rapidly. She clamped the walls of her pussy around Olivia’s fingers and flung her head back. Her long neck stretched as her breasts bounced to the rhythm of Olivia’s thrusts. The pure joy of giving another woman such intense pleasure engulfed Olivia, hot pangs of lust shooting up her spine and warming up her skin.

“So good,” Scarlet moaned. “So fucking good.” When their eyes met again and Olivia detected a small tear glistening against the brown of Scarlet’s iris, she wondered how much it would cost to keep her for a few days, maybe a few weeks.

Olivia sank into the soft mattress of the king-size bed and let her eyes fall shut. Scarlet’s smell clung to every inch of her and the entire room was filled with the lush scent of sexual satisfaction. She wondered what else Scarlet might have in store for her but the beginnings of sleep muted her senses and the desire to ask. Scarlet slid under the covers next to her and glued her warm body to Olivia’s.
 

“Turn over,” Scarlet whispered. “Time for your massage.”

“This really is an all-inclusive service.” Olivia managed a lazy smile but the prospect of Scarlet’s strong fingers exploring her skin already awakened fresh sparks in her gut. She rolled over on her belly and slid her hands underneath the pillow. Scarlet straddled her from behind and she could feel her heat radiating on her butt cheeks. Olivia heard the squirt of a bottle and the slapping sounds of oil being heated between palms.

Scarlet put her warm hands on Olivia’s shoulders and briefly leaned over, her breasts stroking the skin of Olivia’s back. “Enjoy,” she said and her voice sounded promising and a little dangerous. When Scarlet’s expert fingers rubbed the lotion into Olivia’s tender muscles her entire body tingled with a calm and content excitement, a sort of silence before the next storm. Scarlet worked her way down, spending just enough time on the muscles around each vertebra to lull Olivia into a hazy slumber. By the time she reached the more erogenous area at the top of Olivia’s buttocks, Olivia had as good as surrendered and drifted off into the dream-like state between sleeping and waking up to the knowledge that another orgasm was just around the bend.

Scarlet’s hands dipped down to her legs first, focusing on Olivia’s calves and then, ever so slowly, creeping upwards along her thighs, a lone finger occasionally straying towards her pussy. When Scarlet spread Olivia’s legs wider so she could position herself between them, the fresh rush of air that caressed Olivia’s pussy lips stirred her from sleep and alerted her to the fact that things were about to heat up again. Scarlet kneaded her glutes with strong but soft movements, allowing her thumbs to drift further down with each stroke, until Olivia’s entire backside was one slithering mass of oil and burning skin. Gently, Scarlet parted the cheeks of Olivia’s ass and she felt a dollop of lube trickle down into the crevice. To Olivia’s surprise it excited her more than it frightened her. All she heard was her own quickening breath mixed in with the sound of Scarlet’s work on her bottom, zoning in and now almost encircling her anus with one finger.

“Don’t worry,” Scarlet said while she leaned over again, her breasts now sliding over Olivia’s back and her hard nipples pushing against her shoulder blades. “I know what I’m doing.” Olivia, despite not being well-versed in the pleasures of anal sex, didn’t have any doubts. On an afternoon like this, it seemed like the only logical course of action, one step further on the path to absolute delight. Olivia trusted Scarlet, not something she was prone to do after only two orgasms, but the fact this was, in essence, a business transaction, helped.

A fingertip probed at Olivia’s sphincter while a hand slipped under her pelvis, its palm applying pressure on her clit which, by the feel of things, was rock hard again. Scarlet’s finger explored the rim further, penetrating it only slightly while the other hand rubbed her wet clit with more intent. The stimulation from both sides, heightened by the fact that she didn’t see any of it happen and could only feel what was being done to her, aroused Olivia and she felt the wetness flow again, heating her up from the inside and engulfing her pussy.

Scarlet slipped a finger inside on both ends at the same time and Olivia had to bite the pillow to hide her surprise. Scarlet retracted both fingers simultaneously and let them hover at their respective rims and Olivia couldn’t wait for them to enter again. This time Scarlet used two fingers on her cunt and the sensation of being penetrated from two sides, of being so intimately fucked by a total stranger, roused a deep emotion from Olivia’s soul. Paired with the physical reaction Scarlet’s fingers elicited from her—goosebumps, hot flashes and a never-ending wetness all at once—Olivia was about to reach a higher state of consciousness, a state in which pure emotion took over and any brain activity that wasn’t base or animal-like was shut down.
 

No longer satisfied with mere teasing, Scarlet inched her finger deeper into Olivia’s anus, while she kept driving more fingers into her gushing pussy. Olivia was all sighs now, or maybe they were loud cries, she no longer had a way of distinguishing nor suppressing them. Scarlet fingered her, felt her, explored her, took her and the first wave hit her with such force, sprouting from her core and bouncing back between her cunt and her butt and multiplying, feeding off the separate stimulations which melted together as one now as she exploded from one orgasm into the other. Olivia felt herself drown into the mattress, all her energy spent and her muscles trembling beneath her moist skin.

Scarlet spread out on top of her to keep her warm while the aftermath of the last violent orgasm rippled through her body.

“Don’t move,” she said, her voice close and hot. “I’ll run us a bath.” By the time she got up Olivia had drifted off into a satisfied sleep.

The smile on Scarlet’s face as she sat across from her in the huge bath tub, their legs intertwined under water that bubbled with clouds of white foam, melted something inside of Olivia, a hardness that had taken root the day Véronique had left. Was this all it took, she wondered, to heal a broken heart? Some paid-for tenderness? She’d slept for almost an hour—an expensive one—completely wiped out and unaware of her surroundings, but it didn’t matter anymore because she’d already gotten what she paid for. The unexpected intimacy of the afternoon had restored her and, against all odds, had been much more than the sterile sex session Olivia had anticipated—so much more.

Scarlet had the rare gift of arousing an instant attraction in people while at the same time offering a promise and delivering on it. She instilled a confidence in Olivia that, in time, everything would be all right. The warmth she had bestowed on Olivia through whispered words at the right time and gentle caresses when Olivia least expected it, and her ability to mimic the closeness of a real affair and condense it into a few hours, was worth every penny. Olivia knew she had bought an illusion but, thanks to Scarlet’s personality and sexy lightness about it, the illusion was strong enough. At least for now.
 

The clock was ticking and they had scarcely half an hour left, but Scarlet stretched herself lazily in the bath, not indicating any urgent desire to leave. She’d washed Olivia almost chastely, steering clear of obvious danger zones like Olivia’s nipples and using one of the provided soft cloths to cleanse her pussy. Olivia, who by then believed to not have any arousal left in her, had felt herself grow moist again. Her clit had throbbed lightly and her nipples had perked up, but more than another release she wanted Scarlet’s tender touch then, her fingers washing off the scents and sticky juices they had earlier created.

“I hope this is not goodbye.” Scarlet’s sultry voice broke the silence. “I’d like to see you come again.” She grinned broadly, baring a row of blindingly white teeth Olivia couldn’t help but imagine nibbling on her nipples again.

“I’ll call.” Olivia said it with a firmness indicating truth.

“I know you will.” Scarlet pushed herself up and sat up in the bath, looking Olivia square in the face. “Come here.” She extended her arms under water and folded them around Olivia’s waist, snaking her hands up her back and down again. The kiss that followed was filled with gentle tenderness. Olivia surrendered one last time to the touch of this magic woman. She let her tongue slip along Scarlet’s lips and inside of her mouth, twirling it around Scarlet’s tongue and feeling the heat build inside her again. Scarlet’s fingers traveled to her chest and stroked her nipples. Olivia slid closer so her legs curled behind Scarlet and they both sat in the middle of the bath, water timidly splashing around them. She could feel the closeness of Scarlet’s pussy through the water and she knew she had to feel it again, as a last parting gift.