A Heart to Trust A.L. Brooks (romantic story to read .txt) 📖

When she turned back to face her, Olivia’s breath caught in her throat. Jenny looked… The only word Olivia came up with was edible.

Jenny had mentioned going home to change before coming back into the city and oh my, it had been so worth the journey. The dark-blue jeans clung to every delicious curve. The white shirt, unbuttoned so that a hint of cleavage was on display, was crisp and bright and contrasted perfectly with Jenny’s dark hair. She’d dyed the tips of her spikes red a few days ago, and it looked amazing with some gel pushed through it tonight.

Never, in a million years, would I have imagined I’d find a woman with red, spiky hair attractive. But here she was; her heart raced, her hands trembled, her entire body ached to be held by Jenny. To be touched by her, kissed by her, caressed—

Jenny’s lips were on hers without warning. The kiss was hard but welcome; Jenny dove her tongue into Olivia’s mouth as her arms slid around Olivia’s waist and pulled her close. So, so close.

Olivia pushed against her, pressed her mouth even closer for a few moments, then pulled back to lick delicately at Jenny’s top lip, then the bottom.

Jenny groaned, long and low, and every single thing in Olivia’s body responded with unrestrained desire.

Heat flared between them; she could feel the warmth of Jenny’s skin through her shirt and knew very soon she would need that shirt off. She ran her hands up Jenny’s back, wrapped her fingers in Jenny’s hair, and pulled her even closer to deepen the kiss as she arched her hips into Jenny. She swept her tongue into Jenny’s mouth once more, loving how Jenny whimpered and pushed her thigh between Olivia’s legs.

Oh God, the feel of that thigh between hers. The pressure instantly hit exactly the right spot. Before she thought about it, she moved, grinding against the firmness of Jenny’s thigh. She moaned when Jenny swept one hand around from Olivia’s back to cup her breast and squeeze, oh so gently. She gasped when that touch firmed and roughly kneaded the soft flesh. Even through her bra, her nipple responded with alacrity, hardening and only increasing the pleasure exacted by Jenny’s fingers.

Olivia thrust harder against Jenny’s thigh; her hands clutched at Jenny’s hair with something akin to desperation. She needed an anchor, needed something to keep her afloat as wave after wave of delicious, long-missed sensation traveled the length of her body.

“Wait.” Jenny wrenched her mouth away. “Just…” Her breathing was ragged as she looked into Olivia’s eyes. She clasped hold of Olivia’s hips and with a strength that simultaneously thrilled and frustrated Olivia, stopped her moving. “I know I was the one who jumped on you.” Jenny shook her head. “But can we take this to your bedroom? Or at least your couch? I don’t want our first time to be so…”

Olivia inhaled deeply. “Come on.” She extricated herself from Jenny’s arms, then took her hand and led her along the hallway. Maybe slowing down would be a good thing—although it had been a long time since she’d had someone else pleasure her, rather than herself, she didn’t want to go off like a rocket. Jenny deserved far better than that. So, instead of taking Jenny straight to her bedroom, she tugged her into the living room, where the candles hadn’t burned the place down but instead cast a romantic glow over the room.

“Wow,” Jenny whispered. “This is gorgeous.”

Olivia pushed the door closed and turned to her. “I wanted it to be special.”

“You knew?”

“That tonight we’d make love? Yes. Your eyes…” Olivia shuddered with excitement. “Your eyes earlier. They’re so expressive. They told me everything I needed to know about tonight.”

Jenny stepped close and ran the tips of her fingers down Olivia’s cheek. “You are so beautiful, Olivia. Inside and out. I’m sorry it took me so long to—”

Olivia stopped her with a finger on her lips. “You have nothing to apologize for. Besides, I think you’re more than worth the wait. That, out there?” She gestured to the hallway with her head. “One of the sexiest things that’s ever happened to me. I’m in quite the state already.”

“Oh really?” Jenny arched one eyebrow.

“Uh-huh.” It was hard to breathe again, so hard to fight the need to grab hold of Jenny once more.

Jenny nodded knowingly, then took Olivia’s hand and led her over to the couch.

Olivia had barely sat when Jenny’s lips were on her neck, trailing gentle kisses down and then up again. Every touch made her shiver, and the throbbing sensation in her clit rapidly increased in tempo.

When Jenny’s lips finally found hers again, she moaned in relief, then sunk into the kiss as if her life depended on it. Jenny’s hands tugged at the bottom of her T-shirt, and she pulled away from the kiss only long enough for Jenny to push the shirt up and over her head.

The shirt hadn’t even made it to the floor before Jenny trailed her lips down Olivia’s neck to her collarbone. Jenny hummed in appreciation as she planted soft kisses along its length. “So sexy,” she murmured.

And then Jenny’s kisses moved down to the curve of Olivia’s breasts, and Olivia let out a sound that was part gasp, part groan. “Yes,” she hissed in the next moment as Jenny nuzzled her hard nipple through the bra. It was wonderful, but it wasn’t enough. She reached behind to undo her bra, then waited for Jenny to lift her head so she could remove the silky item entirely.

Jenny stared at her, her breathing ragged. Then she glanced up, once, at Olivia before licking her lips and leaning in. The first touch of her tongue on Olivia’s nipple made her so wet and made her gasp so loudly Olivia knew all her hopes of making this first time last a while had gone out the window. This was unbelievably good. Sensations she’d forgotten