"That feels so fucking good." I half moan and half mumble. I close my eyes while Olivia massages my feet.

"I could think of a few other ways I could use my hands to make you feel good." Olivia wears that sly smirk so well.

"You'd have to be gentle." I tell her. My whole body is aching. Aside from regular rehearsals I've been practicing privately for an upcoming performance. Pushing myself has been rewarding but also draining as hell. Olivia stands, picks me up like a newly wedded bride, and takes me to my room. I shriek and giggle. She tosses me on the bed.

"I said gentle, Liv" I remind her.

She grins. "Sorry." She leans down and kisses me softly before taking her own shirt off. Then she helps me out of mine. I'm not wearing a bra. I hardly ever wear one at home.

Can't help but stare at Olivia's body. She has an athletic physique from running and playing soccer most of her life. She's tall and strong. Strikingly beautiful. She slides my shorts off and opens my legs. Her tongue begins to massage my clit soft and slow. I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter. Her tongue begins to stroke faster and faster until I am at the door of Utopia. Without warning she penetrates my opening with her fingers, hitting my spot. I erupt with an Earth shattering orgasm. I try to moan her name but stutter. It feels too good. She doesn't stop flicking her tongue or moving her fingers.

"Olivia!" I scream moan.

She keeps going.

"Fuck baby." I grab her hair and begin to grind against her tongue. I'm so close. My legs begin to shake and my toes curl. Then the fireworks explode in my tummy. I climax again. Of course that doesn't stop Liv. I have to push her head away from my pussy. I chuckle.

"Come here." I say pulling her up to me. I kiss her, tasting myself from her lips. I tease her tongue with my own. Her body on top of mine feels so good. The warmth and the weight.Not many people would guess but I love being the bottom, or the submissive one, in relationships. I like feeling small and vulnerable in bed most of the time. There are times where I need to be in control but those days are few and far between. After making out, I cuddle up to Olivia and she rubs my back.

"Are you okay?" She asks gently.

"Yes. Are you?"

"Yes, baby." She says.

My head snaps to attention. We stopped calling each other baby a long time ago when we broke up.

"What?" I ask.

She chuckles. "You called me baby right before you came."

"I did not." I defend myself.

She laughs. "You definitely did."

I smile sheepishly. I very well could have. I don't remember. "Sorry."

"It's fine, baby." She teases.

I hit her with a pillow. "Jerk!" I say laughing. She grabs my shirt from the floor and hands it to me. I slide it back on. It's technically her shirt. I stole it so long ago she probably doesn't remember. She stands in my doorway smiling at me.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing. Goodnight Kat."

"Goodnight."

She turns my light off and soon after I drift off to sleep.