Lush Life

March 2019, Los Angeles, California.

When Elizabeth Olsen texted me early this morning for what she said was just a chat, I knew she was lying. But in a good way of course. I left the gate unlocked and the door unlocked right before she arrived. Lizzie had that same familiar timing, light steps and a smile that had just enough hesitation to be polite.

"Hey" she said, brushing a strand of dark hair behind her ear. She wore a deep green top that was soft and sleeveless, the kind that floated like silk but clung when the breeze caught it. Paired with black pants that hugged her hips just right, it was simple. But the plunging neckline was new and just low enough to notice, but not low enough to comment.

"Hey" I said back, stepping aside to let her in. "Y'know you don't have to text me, honk at the gate, and ring the doorbell."

"I wasn't sure you'd be home," she said as she walked in. "Or alone."

She wasn't smiling yet. Her voice was soft and steady, almost like she was trying something different.

I watched her take in the place. Not much had changed since the last time she'd been here except maybe the quiet. It was one of those rare evenings where no one else was around. Ana was out with Camila, and the house felt unusually still.

"You want water, wine, anything?" I asked.

She turned, and there it was, that cute little smile. "I'll take wine. Red, if you've got it."

She sat on the couch, crossed one leg over the other, and smoothed her hand down the fabric of her top. Like she wanted to make sure I saw it again. I definitely did.

I poured the wine slowly, letting it breathe a little before I handed her the glass. She held it with both hands at first, her fingers tracing the stem like she was stalling, or savoring. She took a sip without breaking eye contact.

"Still smooth. Is this the same bottle as before?" She asked.

"You remember the wine?"

"Mhmm..." Lizzie smirked into the glass as she took another swig.

She curled her legs up beneath her, settling in like she belonged there. Her top shifted as she moved. It was subtle, but it caught my eye. The soft green made her eyes stand out more than usual, like she'd picked it on purpose.

"You look different." I said before I could stop myself.

Her smile widened, but she didn't look away. "Good different?"

I nodded as I took a seat on the opposite end of the couch. "Yeah. Confident."

She tilted her head slightly, still smiling. "I've been trying that out lately."

"You wear it well."

She let that hang for a moment, then took another sip. "It's funny," she said, her voice softer now. "I used to think I had to be a certain kind of woman to be around you. Bolder. Bigger. Like Ana. Or... Karen, God help me."

I laughed. "You don't have to be anything."

"I know that now." She looked down at her glass, swirled it, then looked back at me. "But I also know I can be... more. If I want."

That caught me. The air in the room felt warmer suddenly.

"And right now?" I asked.

She placed the wine glass on the table. "Right now, I just want to talk. Maybe let you look at me a little."

My throat dried just a little. "You sure that's all?"

She leaned back nice and slow like she had nowhere else to be. Her eyes didn't leave mine.

"For now," she said. "Unless you need more."

Lizzie shifted again, this time letting her knee brush mine. "You've been looking at me differently." she said.

"You've been moving differently."

"Maybe." She smirked.

Her eyes flicked down to her own chest for a second, then back up to me. Her voice stayed light, almost playful. "Do you think I've gone up a bra size?"

"That a trick question?"

She grinned with a kind of smile that told me she knew exactly what she was doing. "You tell me. You've always been a little... observant."

She arched her back slightly. Just a small stretch, but the shape of her tits under that deep green top shifted with just enough jiggle to draw the eye. Mine went. Of course it did.

"I don't know," I said slowly. "Maybe. Hard to tell when I was trying not to stare."

"That's sweet. But you're staring now." She laughed lightly.

I didn't deny it.

"Maybe you could help me figure it out," she added, tilting her head. "Since you're already so invested."

Her thigh pressed against mine now, no pretending this time. She was close enough to smell. Close enough that my fingers itched with the thought of brushing that silky green fabric aside just to see for myself. But I stayed still.

"Tell me something," I said. "Where's all this confidence coming from?"

She paused for a second.

"Being wanted," she said simply. "By people. Fans. Friends. But also I am just... getting older. Being in my skin a little longer."

She glanced down at her fingers then back to me.

"And maybe being here," she added. "Alone with you. Without Karen, or Ana, or anyone louder than me."

She stared at me for what felt like an eternity. Then she leaned in. Her fingers brushed the side of my face then traced the line of my jaw. She kissed me gently, her mouth moving against mine with a quiet hunger. She took control of the pace and pressure as I tasted the wine on her tongue. When we finally broke apart, she didn't pull far away. Her nose brushed mine and her hand was still on my cheek.

"You used to make me nervous..." Lizzie huffed.

"Do I still?" I smiled.

Her fingers slid down to my neck. "No. You make me curious now."

She slid her hands to the top of my shirt, brushing her fingers over the first button like she was still thinking all of this over. Then, with a quick flick. 'Pop' And another. Then another. She worked her way down with purpose. The fabric fell open and her palms immediately found my bare skin.

"Y'know," I murmured, still catching my breath from that kiss, "I actually liked that shirt."

She didn't answer, instead she flattened her hands against my chest and dragged them slowly down, soaking in every inch.

"You been hanging out with Aubrey recently?" I asked with a grin.

She rolled her eyes like I'd just ruined the mood. Then she kissed me again, much hungrier than last time. Her fingers curled against my chest like she didn't want to give me the chance to talk again. Her mouth parted just enough to take me in fully, and this time she didn't let up. Her lips moved with a slow, steady rhythm. I felt it in my neck, in my fingertips, in my gut.

She pulled back just enough to breathe. "Don't ruin this by being funny."

"Never," I said, my hands finally finding her soft, womanly hips.

She shifted forward, tightening her knees against the couch cushions as she eased herself into my lap like she belonged there. Her hips settled slow, her eyes steady on mine the whole way down. Then, with a sly little tug, she pulled her green top down., first off one shoulder, then the other. The fabric peeled away from her skin, revealing no bra, just her smooth, pale tits spilling free right in the open air.

"Yeah," I said. "Definitely up a size."

She laughed, and then without hesitation leaned in and pressed her soft mounds right into my face.

"Shut up," she murmured as fingers slid into my hair. "You talk too much."

Her skin was soft against my mouth, her scent warm and familiar, but new somehow. It was like everything I already knew about Lizzie had been upgraded. Her fingers raked slowly through my hair, cradling me against her like she'd missed this without ever having it before. I let my hands slide up her back, pulling her closer, kissing the soft swell of her breasts as I grazed my teeth along her skin.

Before I could really savor her tits with my tongue, she pulled back just enough to look down at me.

"I like you like this." She huffed.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Quiet."

Before I could give her some smart-ass reply, she pushed me gently. I let myself fall back onto the couch, and she straddled my waist, her thighs warm around me. She tugged the rest of her top free and let it fall somewhere behind her. Then she planted both hands on my chest, pinning me there with nothing but her weight and her gaze.

"You always make it feel like a game," she said, dragging her nails lightly down my torso. "Flirting, teasing, making girls feel pretty."

"You are pretty." I said simply.

Her hands slipped lower. "I know."

That was new.

She rolled her hips against mine as her soft, supple body brushed over the open fabric of my shirt like it was something to savor. Her rhythm was unhurried, her eyes locked on mine as she let her breasts sway gently with each movement, a never before seen confidence in the way they captured me. Then her fingers found the waistband of my pants.

"I've wanted this," she whispered, leaning down, her hair falling like a curtain around us. "Not just you. Me and you. Me... in control..."

Her lips brushed mine again, but she didn't kiss me. She just stayed there.

"I'm not letting you take it back," she said.

"Wouldn't dream of it." I smirked.

"Good." She smiled. Then she kissed me again. Just as her tongue grazed my teeth, she lowered herself, her hands gliding down my chest and stomach until she knelt between my legs on the couch. There wasn't a hint of bashfulness in her movements. She'd made up her mind.

Her fingers made quick work of my waistband, tugging my pants down just far enough. She didn't tease. She didn't pause to ask. Just freed me with a quiet exhale, wrapping one hand gently around the base as her thumb swept over the tip.

"You've always been so good at keeping it together. Let's see how long it lasts..."

I opened my mouth to tell a joke, but the words disappeared as her lips wrapped around my shaft. She took me in steadily. Her hand moved in tandem with her mouth, the rhythm hypnotic. She kept her eyes on me as she sucked. Then her fingers curled a little tighter, guiding me deeper with each motion of her mouth. It was too much and just right.

I clenched my fists against the couch cushions. She was good, better than I remembered, and not just because of the technique. It was the way she looked at me while doing it. Her mouth slid down again, and I let my head fall back for a second.

"Fuck..." I huffed.

That made her eyes light up as she took my cock deeper into her mouth. After a few more ardent bobs of her head, she pulled back. Then, with one smooth motion, she gathered her hair and tied it up into a loose bun. She glanced up once, just enough to catch my eyes before lowering her mouth again. This time she didn't ease into it. Lizzie wrapped her lips around me like she was trying to ruin me.

The spit came quicker now, slick and heavy, dripping off her chin and soaking her hand as she stroked every inch of me that she didn't swallow. Every soft gasp and wet slide echoed off the walls. I gripped the couch again, harder this time. She didn't tease or pause, she kept her rhythm steady, filthy, and efficient. Spit pooling, mouth working, her eyes glued to mine.

She knew exactly where I was and just when my thighs tensed, just when my body started to tremble, she pulled her mouth off with a wet pop, never breaking eye contact as she continued to stroke my cock slowly through the mess she'd made. But she didn't move away. Lizzie stayed kneeling between my legs, her chest rising and falling right in front of me.

She let her hand slow to a stop, then released me entirely, just long enough to shift her body forward. Her tits hovered inches from my lap, slick from spit and heat.

"Hold still," she smiled. Then she leaned in. The first press of her tits around me was soft. She cradled my cock between them gently at first, letting her body mold around the shape of me, slow and smooth and just heavy enough to make my hips twitch.

Lizzie held her tits together with both hands, lifting them just enough to glide them down the length of my shaft and turning the weight into pressure. She moved with a quiet confidence, her body rising and falling in smooth strokes. The glide was seamless, spit and skin and softness working me over in unhurried waves.

I groaned low in my throat, letting my head fall back against the couch cushion again. Lizzie kept her gorgeous eyes on me through it all like she was watching the effect she had in real time.

"Still holding on?" she teased.

"...Barely." I muttered.

"Good."

She kept going. Her pace never slowed. Her tits slicked up and down my cock, each motion met with a wet sound that filled the room and made me throb against her creamy skin. She leaned in closer, letting them rest against my stomach on the downstroke. She didn't even think about stopping, but she didn't let me cum either. I didn't want her to. The smile on her face seemed like wrapping my cock in her warm, weighty tits was the best thing in the world.

My breathing was ragged. Every single loud 'plap! plap! plap!' of her spit-slicked tits against my skin sent a fresh bolt through me. She shifted her grip slightly, giving my cock one last heavy stroke. Then she stopped, letting go and sitting back on her heels as beads of sweat clung to her skin.

"Liz..."

"We're going upstairs," she said firmly. No debate. She stood up gracefully and turned her back to me, taking her hair out of the messy bun like she hadn't just left me wrecked and aching on the couch. I stayed seated for half a second longer, trying to remember how my legs worked. She glanced over her shoulder.

"You coming?" She asked. Then she walked upstairs with a slow, unbearable sway in her hips like she knew I'd follow without question. I did.

Lizzie made her way upstairs and stepped into the bedroom without looking back, but I didn't need her eyes to feel the pull. The door closed behind me with a soft click, and when I turned she was already at the foot of the bed. Her back was to me with her hands on her waistband.

Lizzie peeled her pants down like she was unwrapping something expensive. Her hips swayed subtly as the fabric slipped past her thighs, then down her calves. She stepped out of them, then kicked them lazily toward me, barely missing my chest. I caught the next one: her panties, flicked in my direction with a wicked little smirk.

"You," she said sternly. "Strip."

"Yes, ma'am." I nodded. She crossed her arms under her breasts, not to cover herself, but to watch. The soft swell of her tits lifted slightly with the motion, still damp from earlier with her nipples tight from the cool air.

"You're easily the sexiest woman alive," I said as I pulled my shirt over my head. "This new confidence? It's *insane*."

Lizzie tilted her head slightly to the side, her eyes on my hard and aching cock.

"Good," she said. "Because I feel it."

My pants hit the floor and I stepped out of them.

"You always had it." I said.

Lizzie walked forward slowly, her breasts and thighs swaying gently. Her hands slid up my chest again.

"I know now," she whispered, pressing her lips against my jaw. "And I'm going to show you just how much..."

She kissed the corner of my mouth, then leaned in close to my ear. "Lie down."

I obeyed without a second thought, backing onto the bed until my head found the pillows. She followed, climbing onto the mattress with the same unshakeable grace she had when she first walked through my door. She swung her leg over me and turned, facing away as she straddled my chest. Her thighs, her delicious thighs, framed my vision and then she slowly began to lower herself.

The moment she settled above my face, her oozing heat just grazing my lips, I felt it fully. The shift. The new Lizzie. Her hips rolled forward slightly and when I craned my neck to meet her, she let out a soft, needy sound that made my hands rise instinctively to her thighs. She rocked forward again, finally letting me taste her sweetness. I moaned into her folds and she sighed like it was everything she needed.

Lizzie began to move with a slow rhythm, her moans growing as she rode my mouth in steady waves. Every shift brought her deeper against my tongue. She looked like royalty with her head tilted back and her hair loose and wild. Her body glowed in the low light as her moans swayed from soft gasps to shocked squeaks. She moved like she had all night to stay exactly where she was.

Her hips rolled in slow, grinding circles, coating my mouth and gliding against my tongue with slick, perfect pressure. I could feel her pulse through her thighs like a quiet drumbeat under her smooth skin.

"God," she whispered, "I... I forgot how damn good you are at this..."

I couldn't answer, not with words but the way I pulled her in closer, the way my hands slid up her thighs and gripped her just a little tighter, told her everything. She rocked forward again, pressing her weight into my face as her slickness spread across my lips and chin in a way that made her shiver. Her back arched slightly as the pleasure washed over her, her body responding more than her voice.

Her voice stayed quiet, but not because she was shy. Because she was focused. Letting her orgasm rise without it spilling over too quickly. I kept my tongue where it was, buried deep in her creamy pink without taking too much of her control from her. Her rhythm started to shift, faster and deeper. The smooth roll of her hips gave way to something needier.

"Ohhhh Fuucckkk! Don't stop! Don't stop!" She wailed, her voice echoing off the bedroom walls as her whole body jolted. She rocked down harder, grinding against my mouth with a wild, desperate rhythm, chasing the climax she earned. She threw her head back, her hair falling down her spine like a dark wave, her cries getting louder with every pulse of pleasure rolling through her. Her thighs clamped tight around my jaw. Her body quaked.

"Hngggg!" Lizzie groaned through gritted teeth. She climaxed in full, grinding through it and letting the last waves rock through her until her legs began to give, until her grip faltered and she slumped forward just slightly.

"Oh wow..." She huffed as she looked over her shoulder, her hair falling across one eye. "Now *that* was overdue..."

Lizzie eased off me with a soft sigh, but she didn't move far. She adjusted, curling up against my side like her orgasm had melted every bone in her body. She pressed her soft, plump skin against mine, our sweat melding together as she draped her arm across my stomach. I gently placed my arm around her waist and craned my neck to kiss her forehead.

"Hey," she smiled. "When's Ana coming home?"

"Not for a while. She's out shopping with Camila."

Lizzie grinned devilishly.

"Good."

Before I could ask what she meant, she was on top of me again, swinging her leg over me in one smooth move, straddling me like she'd been waiting for permission all night and finally decided she didn't need any. Her hands reached up for the headboard, gripping it with purpose, her soft, heavy tits dangling right in front of my face. She leaned in closer then kissed me hard. Her lips crushed mine with the kind of hunger only a perfect orgasm could bring. When she pulled back, she kept her lips against my jaw.

"I'm not done..." Lizzie whispered. Her pussy was right above my tip, the slickness and heat already blanketing my cock. She kept her hands on the headboard as she stared down at me with a simmering grin that barely fit on her face. It seemed out of place, but also incredibly sexy.

"You know... after today I'm probably gonna be second to Ana..." She said it like a joke, but I could tell she knew she might not be wrong.

"You can be first." I grinned.

She raised an eyebrow at that.

I nodded, eyes roaming over her body, her breasts dangling just above my mouth, her body flushed and glistening. "Only because Emma's not American... and Ana's out there shopping her heart out somewhere."

That made her laugh, then she let go of the headboard with one hand and leaned forward just enough to smother me in her tits, her laughter turning into a breathy, almost bashful sound as she pressed herself into my face.