Margot smiled against Olivia’s skin and tugged at the hem of her sweater. “Help me get you naked.”
Shoulders pressed to the mattress, Olivia arched her back. Hands neither coordinated nor graceful, they managed to rid her of her sweater. Margot’s lips twitched, one finger flicking the tiny decorative gold bell between the floral lace cups of her bra. “Nice.”
Olivia laughed. “Shut up.”
Hands pressed against Olivia’s shoulders, Margot urged her to lie back. She followed Olivia down, mouth fastened to her neck, sucking a mark against the side of Olivia’s throat.
“I didn’t say I don’t like it.” Margot kissed away the sting and smiled. “It’s pretty. I just think I’d like it better on my floor.”
Margot moved lower, lips scraping the surprisingly sensitive patch of skin drawn taut over Olivia’s collarbone, and lower still, skimming the swell of her breasts. One of her hands slid up Olivia’s back, short nails dragging along her spine on the way to the clasp of her bra, nimble fingers separating the hooks and eyes expertly.
Margot’s fingertips tickled the backs of her arms as she dragged the straps downward, tossing Olivia’s bra across the room. The air inside the apartment was warm, and her blood must’ve been about a million degrees, but something about having Margot’s eyes on her made her skin prickle.
Margot’s hair trailed across Olivia’s flushed skin as she ducked her head, lips fastening to the peak of Olivia’s right breast. A keen escaped Olivia’s lips as she threw her head back against the pillow, eyes scrunching shut as Margot’s tongue laved her skin.
Olivia’s hands scrambled against Margot’s back, squeezing, slipping beneath the hem of her sweater and dragging it upward, nails digging into the skin beneath her bra strap when Margot’s teeth scraped against her nipple. Her hands shook and her back bowed, hips bucking as Margot walked her fingers down the center of Olivia’s stomach, finding the zipper at the side of her skirt. The sound of the zipper’s teeth was loud as Margot lowered it, fabric falling apart, air cool against the side of Olivia’s hip and upper thigh.
She lifted her hips so Margot could slip the skirt down her legs and over her feet before dropping it to the floor. A ragged whimper escaped her lips. “Please.”
Margot’s lips were red and wet, and her cheeks were full of color, her eyes dark and bright. “Please what?”
She tugged at the hem of Margot’s sweater. “Touch me.”
Margot’s fingers skimmed Olivia’s sides. “I am.”
Olivia bucked her hips. “Margot.”
Margot surged forward, mouth covering Olivia’s as she ran her hands up the inside of Olivia’s legs, stopping at the crease of her thighs, fingers making maddening little swirls against the edge of her underwear. Teasing. Jesus. Olivia buried her hands in Margot’s hair, nails scraping her scalp as she rolled her hips.
Margot’s fingers hooked around the crotch of her panties, tugging them to the side, and God, Olivia was going to faint, she knew she was. It was going to happen, an inevitability, the tension too much, the lace of her underwear biting against the crease of her thigh, the air cool against her where she was hot and aching, riding the edge of desperation, her body still strung tight from almost coming in the hall.
All of it was too much, and yet somehow, not enough. It was maddening, the way Margot’s other hand stroked a circuit from her knee to her hip. Finally, finally Margot took mercy on her, fingers brushing her clit and sliding through her folds, making her whole body jolt, just as sensitive as Margot had said.
“Fuck,” Margot muttered, and Olivia was pretty sure that was her line, because Jesus.
She exhaled harshly and stared up at the ceiling where a faint crack shot through the plaster.
“What do you want, Liv?” Margot pressed a wet kiss just above her hip bone.
Articulating her desires was kind of beyond the realm of possibility at this point. She moaned instead.
“Just tell me what you want.” Margot kissed her again, a little lower. “Tell me and I—whatever you need, Liv, just tell me and I’ll give it to you.” She sounded wrecked. “I want to give it to you.”
“You.”
Margot nuzzled the crease where her leg met her body, her hands wrapping around Olivia’s thighs as she settled between her spread legs. “You want my mouth?”
Olivia opened her mouth to answer in an affirmative, but her simple yeah died a sudden death in the back of her throat as Margot ran the flat of her tongue up Olivia’s center.