I really was going to leave this story at four chapters, but after much begging by one certain reader I can't help myself...

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Olivia's POV

"That definitely beat an afternoon in the office." Amanda says with a smirk causing me to chuckle slightly. She isn't wrong.

My eyes take a second to fully appreciate the naked body of the blonde currently sitting on the kitchen counter in front of my, my hands roaming her bare milky white thighs lightly.

"And I need to buy new crockery." I say seriously, a hint of a smile pulling at the corner of my mouth.

Amanda chuckles, pulling my body into hers and kissing me passionately. The blonde moans into my mouth, no doubt able to taste herself on my tongue.

"Sorry about the dishes." She says when we finally break our kiss for some much needed oxygen. I can't help but smile, this whole situation is just so crazily surreal.

"There's no need to apologise, that was definitely my doing. And I don't regret it for a second." I tell the blonde truthfully. After all, it was me that couldn't wait long enough to get her to the couch or the bedroom.

"I guess in the heat of the moment, anything can happen." Amanda says seductively, the finger of her right hand lightly tracing the toned muscles of my left shoulder.

"Yeah." I mutter quietly, taking my bottom lip between my teeth in an attempt to suppress the tsunami of arousal once again rising up within me.

Amanda softly kisses my shoulder, her lips leaving a wet trail along the contour of my muscle to the sensitive skin at the crease of my neck where it meets my shoulder, before sucking my flesh into her mouth. My own lips parted slightly.

"Can I." She says, placing another kiss to the same spot. "Can I take you to bed? Amanda finishes, looking directly into my eyes. I have to quell the overwhelming urge to bury my fingers deeply into her core again. The caring, the insecurity in her tone almost too much to take. The sudden serious turn of our conversation from our earlier actions causing me to need to change the mood.

"Isn't it a little late for that? Aren't we past the point of asking at this stage 'Manda?" I ask her wiggling my eyebrows slightly. She is already naked and sitting on my kitchen counter after all.

"I guess so, but I had to ask." Amanda says chuckling lightly.

"Come here." I tell her, holding my arms out to scoop her up.

"Umm why?" The blonde asks, looking at me incredulously. I can't help but smirk at her. Both at her clear need for independence, to control the situation, and the confusion written all over her face.

"Remember that conversation we just had about me needing new crockery since I smashed it all in my haste to get you naked?" I tease gently, earning a nod and eye roll from the blonde. "Well, you have bare feet. At least let me carry you out of the kitchen?" I ask her seriously.

"Mmmm ok." Amanda responds, wrapping her legs around my waist, once more pulling my body flushed against her own. Her core coming into contact with my bare stomach, her arousal coating my skin freely. I can't help the moan that escapes my lips. Amanda's lips firmly attached to my neck as I move us both clear of the smashed kitchen items covering the floor.

As soon as we are clear of the broken dishes, safely out of the kitchen, I place Amanda back on her feet, leaving my hands free to roam her beautifully naked body once more. I can't get enough of her soft flesh beneath my finger tips, in my strong grip.

Amanda's plump pink lips find my own, her smaller but equally strong hands pushing my fully open blouse from my shoulders as we move slightly around the living room. Our lips continuing their sensual dance against each other, our tongues playfully manoeuvring around together. I can't get enough of this woman, her taste, her touch, her smell, her presence, every inch of her. Everything about Amanda is completely and irrevocably intoxicating.

Somehow, we end up at by the couch. Softly, I push Amanda to sit down on it, placing myself down on the dark wooden coffee table directly in front of her. No more than a couple of inches separating our bodies. I regard the blonde momentarily. I want, no need to touch her again, I need my fingers buried unbelievably deeply inside of her, I need to witness the pleasure on her face as she reaches her peak, again.

Reaching up with my left hand, I bury it firmly into her blonde tresses, pulling her lips to meet my own. My right hand instinctively going to her left breast, my fingers working her protruding dusky nipple expertly. The action earns me the reaction I want, a low moan forcing itself from Amanda's throat into my accepting mouth.

Breaking our lip look to allow just the tiniest amount of air into my lungs, I kiss along Amanda's jaw, sucking my way down her neck to the mark I left a little while earlier, once again biting the sensitive skin there. Another moan feeling escaping the blondes lips.

"Liv stop." I pull back slightly, surprised by the words that just left Amanda's lips.

"You ok?" I ask, concerned that Amanda doesn't actually want this.

"No, yes." She says, confusing me further. "I just, I need you" Amanda stumbles over her words, before taking a steadying breath. "I need these off." She says tugging at my jeans. "I need my hands on you, my mouth on you." She says, her eyes full of lust and desire.

Not needing to for her to tell me twice, I stand in front of her, bringing my hands to the button of my trousers, only for Amanda to swat them away and undo my trousers herself. Practically ripping them down my legs, along with my panties in one swift motion. Leaving me stood in just my bra in front of the amazing woman currently sat stark naked on my couch.

Sitting back on the coffee table, I ease Amanda towards me, capturing her mouth in another searing kiss. Her lips instantly kissing their way along my own jaw, sucking my ear lobe into her warm mouth. Shuffling my ass back slightly, I pull Amanda towards me, her legs straddling my hips, both of us now on my coffee table. Her soft hands roaming my back freely. Skilfully Amanda undoes my bra with a single hand, mirroring the action she had done earlier with her own. I remove my hands from her skin just long enough for my bra to be removed before I latch them back to any skin I can find, which is quite a lot.

The cold air against my nipples instantly causing them to harden, a reaction intensified when Amanda's skilful fingers take each peak between them, rolling the pebbled flesh. I can't help the moans freely spilling from my lips. The slightest action by Amanda causing silky arousal to basically pour from my centre, easily coating my upper thighs. I could almost orgasm without her even touching my heated, sopping core, almost.

I trail my hands down the blondes stomach, desperate to once again feel her walls clamping around my fingers as she cums. But she beats me to it, Amanda's hand sliding down between our bodies, her fingers sliding through my soaking folds a couple of times before entering my accepting entrance with ease. My eyes closing at the feeling of being filled by the blondes slender fingers.

"Manda." I groan. Unable to stop my hips from lifting slightly to adjust the angle.

Amanda's fingers still for just a second, as I lean back against my left hand, my right hand sliding up her bare thigh and around to grab her toned ass. Amanda's fingers thrust slowly, in the limited space between us, almost leaving me empty before plunging deeply into my soaking core once more. Needing to steady myself, I lean back on both of my hands, allowing Amanda room to take a nipple between her lips, the other rolling with ease between her fingers as her right hand continues to assault my throbbing core.

I'm already so close, never really having regained my composure from taking Amanda on my kitchen counter. My chest is heaving as my impending orgasm builds rapidly within the pit of my stomach. Amanda's breathing also laboured. Her hips moving against me as well.

Mustering up a tiny amount of strength, I push Amanda back, effectively flipping us around. My body now positioned between the blondes widely spread legs, on my knees in front of the couch. Her fingers still deep inside of me, continuously pumping, curling against the spongy flesh of my front wall.

"Liv. Touch me." Amanda begs, and she doesn't have to ask twice. The whole reason I moved us was so I could reciprocate her actions, already able to tell that she is close to the goal.

Bringing my hand to her swollen clit, I swipe it a couple of times teasingly, sending her flying over the edge into oblivion. Surprised by just how close her was, not that I get long to dwell on that, Amanda's thumb coming into contact with my own throbbing bundle of nerves.

"Oh god." I mutter, unable to control the shaking of my legs. I close my eyes, trying to concentrate on breathing, on anything at all actually but it's nigh on impossible.

I feel Amanda's lips on mine, kissing me with everything she has, sloppily. Her fingers curling inside of me as her thumb continues to stimulate my clitoris.

"Fuck. Manda." I moan, seconds before my orgasm washes over me, my eyes clamped shut, my limbs shaking uncontrollably, my breath laboured, a layer of sweat coating my body all over. I whimper slightly, Amanda expertly bringing me back to earth from the crazily intense high, slowly. It may be some time before I can stand, let alone walk.

Once my body finally relaxes, albeit, my breathing still heavy, Amanda slides her fingers from me, causing me to shudder at the empty feeling she's left behind. My eyes flutter open, my gaze meeting the piercing blue eyes studying me cautiously.

"What?" I ask amused at the look on the blondes face.

"You're really beautiful when you cum." Amanda states as if it's a normal thing to say to someone.

"I bet you say that to all the girls." I tease lightly between heaving breaths, still trying to gain control of my air intake.

"Only the really gorgeous one." She teases right back, nudging my shoulder slightly, motioning for me to join her on the couch. Which I do without hesitation.

How the hell did we end up here?

Ok now I really am done with this story. Hope you all enjoyed it x