Blind Carnival

Strike the Note

His Egyptian blue eyes are smiling. She smiles back at him and orders, "Flip me over!"

Let's be honest, she always writes it into the text - but how does it actually feel? His eyebrows twitch, and he's obviously calculating the mechanics in his head. He picks her up under her arms and in a swift movement pushes her off him and onto the bed. It's not perfect, she ends up sort of on her side, but he immediately rolls over her, and she's willing to disregard the details. He presses his lips to her throat, and she tilts her head back. His mouth is moving on her skin, and it's amazing! Hm, they just found an erogenous zone on her! Honestly, it's like starting from scratch. She hardly remembers how it was with Allan, and she can't find them on her own. She tried. It's just something her own fingers can't do.

Oh, her collarbone turns out to be one of those zones as well. He tries to slide down, but she grabs handfuls of his hair.

"A bit more... Please?"

He hums in obvious agreement and licks along her clavicle. Bugger, that was good! He gives the other side the same treatment and then peppers a few kisses on her sternum.

He rubs the tip of his long nose in the hollow between her clavicles and then moves lower. A few kisses to the upper parts of her breasts, above the red lace, and then he moves onto her stomach. A few kisses there, and he halts, his nose pressed to the hem of the lace on her knickers. He hooks his fingers over the sides and pulls them down. Well, she did imagine him do it with his teeth, but– There's always next time. And again, it's hard to know if it's doable or only described in half arse novels, like the ones she writes. She decides to postpone the investigation for later. She lifts her hips, and he pulls the thong off. He needs to make a few awkward movements on the bed, to get them off her feet, and almost topples over the edge. Then he's back, his eyes glued to her 'nether regions.' She never liked that term.

When leaving Olivia's flat, Bea stopped in the doorframe, and leaning in she whispered into her ear, "Shave your lady friend, darling. All of it, he'll like the change."

Olivia huffed in indignation, "That's just ridiculous. Do men even care?"

Bea gave her a pitiful look and shook her head.

"Olive, my love, trust the master."

Olivia did trust the master, and yes, men do care. He lowers his face and licks the naked patch of skin, where her curls used to be. Whether he had time to see them yesterday or not, judging by the low rumble in his chest he's enjoying what he's seeing now.

"Sod it." He's pretty much moaning. "It's so bloody sexy... I've never seen it like that..."

Point Olivia. Alright, point Bea. But Olivia's the one to reap the fruit.

And then he licks across her folds, using her own vernacular, and her body jerks. He lowers his face and presses his tongue to her flat. He gently moves it up and down, stroking her clit, and it's so good. She moans and arches her back. It's good... So good... And now it's repetitive.

"John..."

He hums showing that he's listening.

"You need to—"

She gestures vaguely in the air with her hand, and she sees him look at her hand from the corner of his eye. He's following the movement of her fingers with his stare, and an idea comes to her head.

She fists her hand and sticks out only her index finger. She wiggles it up and down.

"This is good. But you need diversity. Like this... "

She wags the finger left and right - and feels his tongue mimic the movement. Hm... She draws a circle in the air with her digit and feels his hot tongue swirl over her clit. Crikey, it's like dirty conducting! Olivia Dane, you are a sex kapellmeister!