<strong>Michelle Chamberlain</strong><br/><strong>Her apartment</strong><br/><strong>Oliva</strong><br/><hr/><br/>She wasn't expecting the reaction she got. Hoping yes, but expecting... not in a million years and she almost purred like a cat when Oliva returned the kiss. The words echoed in her alcohol hazed mind and when she felt Oliva's breath on her face, she planted her lips firmly on her guest's again, this time using her tongue thoroughly, dancing it around Oliva's. Her hand was searching for Oliva's stomach and when it had found it, it moved under her top over her skin to the bra.<br/><br/>Michelle gasped in her kiss as she felt Oliva's warm skin and reached the fabric of the bra. For a moment she hesitated if she should continue here on the floor or move upstairs to the bedroom but when she cupped Oliva's breast, even through the fabric of the bra, she felt such an intense sensation that she was pretty sure they wouldn't make it to the bedroom even if they tried.<br/><br/><strong>"Take.... it.... off...."</strong>she whispered between some kisses as she pulled on Oliva's top, really not bothering about the lights, the open curtains and the music anymore. With some effort she stopped kissing long enough to help Oliva get her top off and when she saw her bare stomach and bra, she kissed it and touched it as if it was the last thing she'd ever do.<br/><br/><strong>"God I want you soooo badly..." </strong><br/><br/>She licked around Oliva's bellybutton, kissed her ribs, blew some breath over her stomach and placed hands on the button of Oliva's pants.<br/><br/>