“I can talk,” Margot whispered against her skin, nose sliding along Olivia’s jaw. “I can tell you about how last night, I got myself off thinking about spreading your thighs and taking you apart with my tongue. How wet I got remembering how you taste and how when I slipped my fingers inside myself I pretended they were yours.” Margot’s right hand slid out from under Olivia’s cardigan and ghosted over Olivia’s wrist, where her pulse stuttered and sped, tangling their fingers together. Margot’s thumb brushed the back of Olivia’s hand, a gentle sweep along the back of her knuckles. Olivia’s breath caught in the back of her throat. “I can tell you about how hard I came, clenching around my fingers, thinking about how I made you soak your sheets.”
“Fuck,” Olivia whimpered, pulse throbbing between her legs, heavy and insistent.
Margot’s lips curved, a hot puff of air escaping, damp against Olivia’s neck. “Want me to keep talking?”
This was so far from the talking Olivia had meant, but she couldn’t bring herself to mind. Not when Margot was whispering hot and dirty in her ear.
“Please,” Olivia murmured.
Margot hummed, fingers of the hand still beneath Olivia’s cardigan sliding higher, curving around the side of Olivia’s body, over her ribs, brushing the bottom of her breast. Margot’s thumb grazed Olivia’s nipple through the thin lace of her bra. Her teeth nipped at Olivia’s ear at the same time as she pinched her nipple, making Olivia gasp, her thighs clenching together. “Is this okay?”
She pinched harder and Olivia whined, squirming. Olivia lifted a trembling hand from Margot’s shoulder and tangled it in her hair.
“God, yes.” She panted. “Please. Don’t stop. Keep talking.”
“You’re so soft, Liv,” Margot whispered, hand still cupping Olivia’s breast. “And you’re wearing too many clothes.”
“Yeah?”
Both Margot’s brows rose as she leaned back, fingers drawing teasing circles over Olivia’s lace-covered skin, causing Olivia to openly shiver. The corners of Margot’s mouth curled in obvious delight. “Yeah.” Her tongue darted, wetting her bottom lip, and her dark eyes swept over Olivia’s face, a flash of something that looked like insecurity flickering within them. “Do you want to go to my room?”
Olivia’s tongue was thick, stuck to the roof of her mouth. “Yeah. Yes.”
One hundred percent, absolutely, unequivocally yes.
A shy smile tugged at the corners of Margot’s mouth, her face flushed pink. “I had my annual appointment last month. Everything came back negative, and I haven’t been with anyone since.”
Olivia’s heart thudded hard against her sternum. “Um, same. I mean, not last month. I got tested after . . . you know.” She didn’t want to talk about Brad right now. “And I haven’t been with anyone since, either.”
If Margot thought it was strange that she hadn’t slept with anyone since Brad, she didn’t say. Fingers still laced with Olivia’s, Margot helped her off the couch, letting go to steady her when she swayed softly, legs wobbly and knees weak. Margot’s hands slipped under Olivia’s cardigan, fingers curling around her hips, pressing close, walking Olivia backward.
“Keep talking,” Olivia whispered.
Margot crowded Olivia, pressing her back against the hallway wall. Margot’s breath puffed against her mouth, a prelude to the tender brush of her lips.
“You want to know what I want to do to you?” Margot whispered against Olivia’s mouth, one hand sliding out from Olivia’s sweater to cradle the side of her neck, Margot’s thumb brushing against Olivia’s chin, skimming the front of her throat.
Olivia’s whole body prickled with heat. “Mm-hmm.”
Margot crowded closer, brushing her lips along Olivia’s jaw, tracing the path her fingers had just made, only with her lips. Margot’s tongue darted out, licking the hollow above Olivia’s collarbone, teeth gently scraping her skin, making her shudder. Olivia’s head fell to the side as she bared her neck.
“God, Liv.” The hand on Olivia’s hip inched lower, sliding beneath the waist of her skirt and between Olivia’s thighs, cupping her over the damp lace of her underwear. “You have no idea how badly I want to put my mouth on you. No idea.” Margot nuzzled at the side of Olivia’s throat, whimpering softly. “Jesus, just the thought of you riding my tongue has me fucking soaked, Liv.”