Good was an understatement. Her back bowed, nearly jackknifing off the mattress. A shudder wracked her body, her fingers curling, and her nails biting into the bedspread beneath her when the tip of Margot’s tongue flicked against her clit.
A jumble of nonsense sounds spilled from her lips as Margot made her thighs quake and her body tremble like a plucked string, two fingers crooking up inside her, that brilliant tongue lapping at her gently.
Close. She just needed a little more. She scrunched her eyes shut and slid her hand down her belly, fingers making fast and firm circles over her clit the way she liked best.
Wet heat engulfed her fingertips as Margot’s tongue ran between her fingers, sucking them between her lips. Olivia pried her eyes open, breath catching in her throat as she glanced down. Even though Olivia was the one shaking and a breath away from falling apart, Margot’s pupils were blown wide, only a thin ring of dark brown iris remaining. Her tongue, shiny and pink, was wrapped around two of Olivia’s fingers.
Margot’s teeth nipped at Olivia’s fingertips before she nudged her hand aside.
Desperation drew a groan from her lips. “I’m so close.”
“You want to come?” Margot continued to fuck Olivia with her fingers.
Olivia nodded, breath escaping her in shallow pants. “Uh-huh.”
Margot curled her fingers hard and Olivia’s muscles went taut. “Beg me for it.”
Heat pooled between her thighs, her body burning, face on fire as the sound of Margot’s fingers sliding into her grew louder, bordering on obscene. “Please.”
“I know you can do better than that, Liv.” Margot chuckled, tongue darting out, giving a quick kitten lick to her clit.
Olivia whimpered. “Please. Fuck. Margot. Please don’t stop. Please, please, please—”
Margot’s lips wrapped around her clit and sucked, tongue flicking hard and fast against the bundle of nerves.
It hit Olivia like a lightning strike down her spine, ripples of pleasure curling her toes and snatching the air from her lungs, the pleasure so sharp, so good it hurt. Her back bowed against the bed, her eyes snapping shut as she shook, coming apart at the seams.
Margot didn’t let up. If anything, she doubled down, fingers curling a little faster, a little firmer, pressing against the spot inside her that she could never seem to reach by herself.
Olivia crunched forward, legs drawing up reflexively, fingers tangling in Margot’s hair. “I—I can’t—”
Before Olivia could finish telling Margot that it was too much, too good, that there was no way, she couldn’t, Margot nudged her over the edge for a second time.
Her first inhale almost hurt, chest stinging as everything between her thighs continued to pulse in time with her heartbeat. Margot gentled, fingers no longer curling and thrusting, instead giving Olivia something to clench around as she came back to Earth. Tiny aftershocks made her tremble, and Margot’s kisses turned into soft little licks as opposed to precise swipes.
The spots behind her lids disappeared as Olivia’s breath evened out, her heart rate returning to normal, no longer frenzied like it was trying to escape through the wall of her chest.
Slowly, she pried her eyes open, blinking as the room came into view, reminding her that while it might have felt like Margot had sent her to outer space, she hadn’t. Not literally, at least.
Margot had her chin resting on the soft swell beneath Olivia’s belly button, her fingers tracing idle abstract shapes on the skin of her stomach and hips, little circles and lines that made Olivia shiver and—those weren’t abstract shapes, they were letters. An O, an M, a heart. Margot drew their initials, re-creating the doodles she’d once drawn in the margins of the notes they used to pass in class.
Olivia’s heart squeezed.
Margot was watching her, eyes so dark they almost appeared black, her smile a dizzying combination of fond and smug, and it made Olivia’s core clench even though she was the dictionary definition of spent. She reached down and with shaking fingers tucked an errant strand of hair behind Margot’s ear.
“Good?” Margot asked, turning her head, lips skimming the inside of Olivia’s wrist.
A laugh escaped her. “Understatement.”
Margot dropped her hand and sat up on her knees, reaching for the hem of her sweater and dragging it up and over her head.
Olivia rested her weight on her elbows. “Come here.”
Margot balled her sweater up and tossed it on the floor before crawling closer, knees bracketing Olivia’s hips as she dipped her head, kissing Olivia softly. Tempted by the new skin available to her, Olivia gripped Margot’s waist. She was hot and felt like silk under Olivia’s fingertips.