The tension had been building all night. It started when Olivia had gotten into the car and gave Will a shy smile. Will's eyes followed the curve of her shoulders that were left bare, down to the subtle curve of her breasts under the red dress she wore, all the way down to her slender pantyhose-clad legs and her bright purple toenails that contrasted against the black strappy heels she wore. Through the pantyhose, Will could see the fine black hairs that coated her thighs and his palms itched, wanting to touch her there. He smiled back at her, anticipation rising in him.
The tension had continued when Olivia and Will sat in a softly lit booth in an upscale Italian restaurant. Olivia had noticed the glances Will was giving her throughout dinner and she squirmed in her seat, feeling herself grow wetter each time Will's breath danced on her skin as he leaned into her ear to talk over the loud jazz music. She watched him lick his lips after he bit into his food and the sight of his tongue made her think of where else his tongue could be that night. Her eyes were glued to his chest when his shirt would tighten across his chest as he stretched his arms and all she could think about was touching him there, of combing her fingers through the soft hairs of his chest that showed through the the tops of his unbuttoned shirt, and pressing closer to smell his natural scent. Her hands wandered to his lap whenever she noticed the way his eyes would light up when he talked about the strategy he had lined up to beat the defense team on the trial he had coming up. And when the candlelight illuminated Will's face at the exact moments when he was giving her an unfiltered lustful gaze, she found herself breaking eye contact and then looking back up at him to see him smirking at her, with a knowing look on his face.
The tension had become palpable between Olivia and Will when they sat, pressed together throughout the ballet. Will's hand rested on Olivia's leg, tracing diamonds on her inner thigh and it was all she could to keep her gaze on the ballet and remember that she was in a public place. It didn't matter that it was dark or that she could easily slip a hand into his lap and feel how hard he most likely was. And it didn't matter that all Will could look at was her slender neck and the curls that had fallen down from the complicated hairstyle Olivia wore or that Olivia would occasionally grip his bicep and squeeze, making him think of all the times she had done the same when she orgasmed below him. And so, Will sat, consumed by the thoughts of what could happen when they got back to his apartment. Out were the thoughts about the upcoming trial or the paperwork he had to submit early tomorrow, no, all he could think about was driving Olivia to tears as he worked her sweet cunt with his tongue over and over again. Unconsciously, Will found himself brushing the curls off her shoulder and laying a kiss to her bare skin. Olivia turned, a coy smile on her face, and she leaned in, looking for more. Will gave her what she wanted and slowly, his tongue invaded her mouth. She let out a soft moan that only he could hear and his hand tightened on her leg. When he pulled back, Olivia had an expression on her face that told him she was just as affected by that kiss as he was.
The tension was finally reaching its breaking point when they reached Will's apartment. Olivia took off her coat and shoes and joined Will in the living room. The fireplace was on in the corner and Will was sitting on the sofa, his arms outstretched and head tilted back. He lifted his head, watching her enter the room and Olivia almost stopped when she saw his expression. He looked at her with such intensity that she felt immediately naked and vulnerable, wanting to stop and freeze in her tracks, but against her brain's wishes, she kept on walking until she reached him. Placing her a knee on each side on him, she sat gently on his lap, facing him. Her hand brushed the small patch of hair peering out from his shirt and she looked him in the eyes.
"Will," she whispered, "kiss me."
He didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed her face and pressed his lips against her soft plump ones. His hands roamed down her back and to her generous ass, squeezing and kneading the silk covered flesh. Olivia gasped when he bit her bottom lip. She felt him smile against her lips and his hands found the zipper of her dress. He slipped it off her shoulders, letting it pool around her waist. Suddenly, she was being lifted and placed back on the couch. Will knelt on the floor, pulling the dress off her and taking one of her legs to place her foot on his shoulder. He ran his hand up her leg, enjoying the small whimper that came out of Olivia and the way her hips started to unconsciously move. When his hand reached her hips, he hooked his thumbs into her panthyhose and panties and started to roll them down. When they were finally off, Will pressed closer, opening her legs wider, and dipped his head into her crotch, closing his eyes. He took a deep breathe in, smelling her musky scent and his cock throbbed in his pants. It was a wonder he didn't just cum right there given that he spent most of the night hard for her. He opened his eyes, and stared directly into the dark bundle of hair covering Olivia's cunt. She hadn't shaved in years and the result was a wild, untamed, black bush running down to asshole. He dipped down again and took in her scent, noticing that she smelled particularly strong tonight. Dirty girl probably hadn't showered today, Will thought, knowing that I go crazy over that fact.
Then Olivia made an impatient sound, grinding her cunt up to his face, making it clear what she wanted from him. Will chuckled and ran his fingers through the top of her bush, imagining his cum mixing with her hair there. Then, finally he stuck his tongue out and licked her from asshole to clit. Olivia groaned, her hands moving to Will's head, holding him there. He began to tease her lips, softly tracing his tongue against her, to tease her entrance with shallow thrusts of his tongue, and to occasionally venture down to her asshole, giving her just enough to make her moan in frustration. He'd take her lips into his mouth and pull back a little, sucking hard, and then nibble on them before doing it all over again. Olivia's hand grew more insistent on his head, trying to push him where she wanted him. He chuckled and licked up to her clit, giving it slow strokes, up and down, and then suddenly nipping it. Olivia jumped at the contact but then groaned loudly, enjoying the slight pain that came with it. Will was enjoying hearing her unravel and he knew she was close, she just needed an extra touch. And so, he took a finger and pressed it against her asshole. He pushed in, forcing his finger in, and pumping it, in and out, over and over again as he gave broad strokes of his tongue to her clit and he grew painfully hard. Olivia's hands tightened at the new sensation and when he nipped her clit again after sucking it and pressed his finger in her ass all the way down to the knuckle, she came with a husky cry. Instead of letting her ride it out, Will picked nipped her clit again quickly before licking at it furiously. Olivia tried pushing him back but she had no strength in her arms as she came.
Then it was over and Will stood to strip his clothes off. Olivia watched him through half closed lids, enjoying the urgency to his movements, as if he couldn't wait to bury himself in her. And then he said so.
