Olivia dropped her hands to the button of Margot’s jeans, then lowered the zipper. Margot broke the kiss, smile going crooked, almost shy as she leaned back, shimmying both her tight jeans and underwear down her thighs, leaving them in a heap beside the bed.
And Margot had called her pretty.
She was all smooth, pale skin and dark hair, black ink winding up the side of her hip, accentuating her curves and—Olivia’s breath caught in her throat. Wrapped around Margot’s wrist was her faded, frayed friendship bracelet, the one Olivia had held on to for the years, the one Margot had plucked from Olivia’s keepsake box. She was still wearing it, and now, not much else.
A pretty pink flush crept up Margot’s chest when she wrapped her fingers around Olivia’s left wrist, sliding it down her stomach, guiding Olivia’s hand between her legs. The curls between her thighs were dark and glistening with arousal, her inner thighs damp. Margot dragged Olivia’s fingers through her wetness, a tiny gasp escaping her lips as their fingers brushed her swollen clit.
For a moment, Margot was all soft sighs and circling hips, bitten-off whimpers and throaty moans, her eyes slipping shut as she rocked against Olivia’s hand. Despite having come twice, want prickled low in Olivia’s belly. The sight of Margot with her head thrown back, undulating over Olivia’s hips, her wetness coating Olivia’s fingers, was enough to make her want more.
“Come here,” Olivia repeated, tugging Margot closer, one hand on her hip.
Margot leaned forward, hair spilling around her face.
“No.” Olivia wrapped both hands around Margot’s thighs and wiggled a little further down the bed until she was completely flat, save for the pillow beneath her head. She licked her lips and craned her neck slightly, raising up and meeting Margot’s eyes. Olivia arched both brows. “Up here.”
Margot’s jaw fell open. “You want me to . . .”
Olivia nodded, heart hammering in her throat. “Mm-hmm.”
That endearing shade of red crept higher now, up Margot’s throat and along her jaw. Even the tips of her ears turned neon. “Oh. Fuck.” Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips. “Okay. Just . . . gimme a sec.”
Careful of her where her limbs were, Margot crawled higher up the bed, higher up Olivia’s body, until her knees bracketed Olivia’s head. Margot curled her fingers around the headboard, holding herself up, and straddled Olivia’s face.
Olivia wrapped her hands around the backs of Margot’s thighs and drew her closer, lower, breathing her in, before turning her head and pressing a kiss to the inside of Margot’s trembling thigh.
Margot’s breath stuttered from between her lips. “Pinch me if you need to breathe or—fuck.”
Olivia ran her tongue up the center of Margot’s slit all the way up to her clit, moaning softly at her taste. Margot’s body jerked, hips pressing down, rocking against Olivia’s mouth.
“Fuck.” Margot panted.
Olivia smiled at the stuttered, labored breaths escaping Margot. She lapped at Margot’s clit, long strokes with the flat of her tongue, before gaining speed, flicking faster with the tip.
Margot’s arms trembled as she clutched at the headboard. “Inside.”
Fingers squeezing Margot’s ass, Olivia dragged her tongue down to Margot’s entrance, slipping inside, but just barely.
Sliding a hand between Margot’s thighs, Olivia ran her fingers down Margot’s slit, pushing two inside with ease, her own core clenching when Margot fluttered around her, a choked-off whimper falling from her lips.
A mottled flush crept up Margot’s neck as she panted into the quiet of the room. Her thighs trembled as she rode Olivia’s face, head flung back and spine arched. Her breasts swayed, dark hair swishing against her neck as she bit her bottom lip, turning it red. Margot’s flush spread down her chest, even her stomach and the skin of her inner thighs turning a peachy shade of pink.
Sweat dampened the space between her breasts, and the air was thick with the scent of her arousal. All Olivia could smell was sex, sweet and musky and so perfect. She worked her fingers a little faster and wrapped her lips around Margot’s clit, sucking hard. Margot keened, body shaking, clenching hard around Olivia’s fingers as she fractured.
Margot slumped over, falling against the bed face-first with a frazzled laugh, their limbs jumbled, one of Margot’s legs draped across Olivia’s torso, Olivia’s arm wedged beneath Margot’s body.
Margot’s skin was tacky, damp with sweat, her hair halfway in her face as she lay spent. Olivia’s heart stuttered. She’d done that. Turned Margot into a soft and messy thing, loose-limbed and satisfied. Undone and all the more beautiful for it.