Honey Brown

Chapter 15

OLIVIA

I had missed Kenny so much.

I missed her lips. I missed her passion. I missed her eyes. The way they changed with her emotions. The way she was able to make me feel like I was the most beautiful woman in the world whenever we were together. It was at that moment that I realized that I was falling hard for her. Fast. And for the first time since I met her, I wasn't scared out of my mind by it.

She broke the kiss, and I was able to stare into those warm, honey colored eyes that I loved so much. I'm pretty sure that if we weren't in public, she would have taken me at that very moment. She licked her lips, confirming my thoughts. I felt myself flush, and my breathing became slightly labored. She smirked at me.

That damn smirk! She knew the exact effect she was having on me and she was enjoying every minute of it. The food showed up at that moment, and thank God. I'm not sure how much more time I can spend with her, and keep my hands to myself.

Dinner passed by without incident. We talked, laughed, exchanged heated glances, and shared chocolate and churros before leaving. On the walk back to her car, I grabbed her hand and interlaced my fingers in hers. I had missed her touch. She looked at me with a fire in her eyes, and I felt a chill run down my spine. "I'm not ready for the night to end," I whispered.

"We can do whatever you want," she told me.

"You know, I have yet to see your place," I said with a suggestive grin. She flashed me a smile, pulling me towards the car.

She lived in a mid-century modern style house. When she opened the door, I couldn't stop the giggle that escaped my mouth. "What?" she asked.

"It's so bachelor pad in here, it's ridiculous," I laughed. She rolled her eyes at me. "It suits you, though," I managed to say.

Her living room consisted of white leather furniture, glass tables, a dark grey accent wall, and of course, the largest flat screen television I have ever seen, with all of the necessary equipment for a state of the art entertainment center. "Would you like another drink?" she offered.

"Sure, what do you have?" I asked.

"I have water, juice, coffee, tea and wine," she listed.

"Wine, please," I said as she disappeared into the kitchen.

I sat down, and began to mentally coach myself.

Okay Liv, just relax. There's no need to be nervous. It's not as if she hasn't already had her fingers in your pussy, I laughed at myself.

"What's so funny?" she asked, handing me my glass of wine.

"I was just thinking about you," I answered.

"You keep laughing at me, and I'm going to punish you," she retorted as she sat next to me.

One can only hope.

I cuddled into her shoulder, and a silence fell between us. "You're the only woman that made me be honest with myself," she said, breaking the silence.

"How so?" I questioned looking up at her. She was silent for a moment, staring into her wine glass.

"You made me realize that I've never been emotionally invested in any of my past relationships. You drive me fucking crazy. Sexually, mentally, and emotionally. I've never been the best at communication and compromise, and I came the conclusion that if I truly wanted to be with you, I had to change that," she looked at me. "I guess what I'm trying to say is thank you."

The raw emotion and sincerity that accompanied her words made my heart swell. I sat up, placed our wine glasses on the coffee table, and turned to look at her. "You're welcome," I quietly answered.

The magnetic pull between us was irresistible, and once again, our lips met.

I decided to take the lead this time, straddling her lap. She gasped with surprise into my mouth. I cupped her face with both of my hands as she gripped my hips. I sucked her lower lip into my mouth, gently biting it. She let out a deep growl that caused my pussy to twitch. We locked eyes, and my breath caught. "Make me yours," I breathed.

Suddenly, she rose from the couch with me in her arms, causing me to wrap my legs around her waist. She swiftly carried me to her bedroom, all the while, never breaking eye contact. She knelt on the bed before carefully laying me down on the soft, down comforter.

She immediately attacked my mouth, consuming my lips with hers. Our tongues battled for control, causing my body temperature to sky rocket. I needed to touch her. I needed to feel her skin on mine.

I frantically clawed at her blazer, groaning with frustration when I couldn't remove it fast enough. She chuckled, sitting up to slowly peel out of it. Next, she unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her sports bra and the hardest set of abs I have ever seen. I reached out, softly brushing my fingertips over them, committing the smooth, taught muscles to memory.

She smirked at me, reaching behind my neck to untie my dress. Slowly, she pulled my dress down, exposing my breasts. She raised a brow, "No bra?" I shrugged my shoulders, smiling at her.

She bent down, covering my neck with soft kisses. I sighed as her breast rubbed against mine, her sports bra creating a delicious friction against my already hard nipples. Her nipples chose that exact moment to respond, sending shocks of electricity through my body. Fingertips idly glided up and down my sides, producing goosebumps.

Her tongue snaked up to my ear, where I felt her warm breath as she spoke, "I've waited long enough to taste you. Tonight, I intend to have as much of you as I want." I whimpered as she kissed behind my ear, bringing her hands up to massage my breasts.

She chuckled, "That's my favorite spot to kiss."

Butterfly kisses rained down on my jaw, my neck, my collar bone, and my chest. My breathing had become ragged, and I could feel my juices leaking out of my pussy. I reached up, pulling out her hair tie, allowing her locs to fall free around her face. I tangled my fingers in them, holding her to my chest.

Her lips trailed down between my breasts before lazily making their way towards my engorged left nub. Wet, velvety lips engulfed my nipple, and my back involuntarily arched.

"Oh God," I whispered.

Her tongue languidly swirled around, before finally flicking over my nipple. Her left hand made sure not to leave my right nipple neglected as she rolled it between her fingers.

Hands gripped my dress and began rolling it down, past my hips, my thighs, and clearing my feet before landing on the floor. "No underwear either?" she looked up at me in disbelief.

"I guess I wanted to be prepared for anything," I devilishly smiled down at her.

"That's fine. Less work for me," she said quickly removing my shoes.