Olivia clutched Margot closer, fingers biting into the soft skin of Margot’s waist beneath her sweater. Another gasp spilled from her lips when Margot dragged her fingers against Olivia’s G-spot.
“You’re dripping, Liv.” Margot buried her face in the crook of Olivia’s shoulder and pressed her lips to the dip above Olivia’s collarbone in a kiss that was achingly sweet compared to what she was doing with her fingers below Olivia’s waist, in contrast to the words coming out of her mouth. “Were you thinking about this? Thinking about how good my fingers were going to feel buried inside you? Were you thinking about me fucking you while you were talking to our friends?” She raised her head and met Olivia’s eyes from beneath her lashes. “While you were talking to Luke?”
Margot’s fingers crooked forward, hard, tearing a moan from Olivia’s throat.
“Is that a yes?” Margot asked.
Olivia gasped when Margot pinched her nipple through the lace of her bra. “Yes.”
With one more kiss pressed to the hinge of Olivia’s jaw, Margot removed her hand from Olivia’s underwear, causing Olivia to whimper at the loss. Margot kept her fingers curled beneath the band of Olivia’s leggings and used them to drag Olivia toward the bed, to the side of the room less bathed in shadows, turning and pressing her down against the sheets.
Margot grabbed the waist of Olivia’s leggings and made quick work of stripping them down her thighs and over her feet, her underwear, too. There was an urgency to Margot’s touch that wasn’t always there. Eager, yes, but that was nothing new. This felt almost like Margot needed Olivia naked.
Like Margot needed her.
There was a sudden pressure in Olivia’s chest that hadn’t been there before, a pressure that crept up the back of her throat and made it hard to breathe until she had no choice but to drag a gasping breath in when Margot’s fingers slid through her folds and back inside.
“Is this what you were thinking about?” Margot ghosted her lips over the skin along the inside of Olivia’s thigh as her fingers sped.
Olivia’s back bowed against the mattress, her fingers grasping for purchase against the sheets that she couldn’t find, the bed still perfectly made, unrumpled until now.
“Fuck.” She gasped, rocking down on Margot’s fingers. “Yes.”
Margot sucked on the tender crease of skin where Olivia’s hip met her thigh. She looked up at Olivia with dark eyes and lips that were full, shiny and red, her arm moving steadily between Olivia’s legs. “Fuck, Liv. If you could see yourself. How pretty you look, all swollen and soaked, fucking yourself on my fingers.”
Olivia’s face burned and she shut her eyes, biting down hard on her lip to stifle the string of sounds coming from her mouth. One hand still gripped the tightly tucked sheets and the other reached up, squeezing her breast, pinching herself through her bra the same way Margot had.
“That’s it,” Margot bit the crease of her thigh. “Take what you need.”
Tension built low in Olivia’s belly, the pleasure deeper and different than if Margot had been focused on her clit. Margot’s fingers sped, curling harder against that spot inside her, causing Olivia’s breath to catch and her thighs to shake uncontrollably.
Olivia slid her hand down her stomach to touch herself, but stopped just shy of her curls.
Margot hummed against her hip, sounding pleased at Olivia’s show of restraint. “You want to come?”
Her hips rocked, back arching. “So bad. Fuck. Please.”
Margot sucked another one of those bruising kisses into her thigh, this time on the opposite side. “Not yet, baby.”
Olivia pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes and bit down hard on her tongue to keep from begging. A strangled groan slipped out, an echo of it ringing in her ears.
Margot’s fingers sped, stringing Olivia tighter, tighter—Margot’s thumb barely ghosted over Olivia’s swollen, neglected clit and the tension building inside her snapped and she clenched and shattered under Margot’s touch.
Olivia’s thighs snapped together, trapping Margot’s hand between them. Margot didn’t let up, didn’t even give Olivia a second to recover before she pried her thighs apart and pinned one leg down against the bed with her forearm, fucking Olivia through the aftershocks and straight into another orgasm that stole the air from her lungs and made her chest burn.
Too much. Eyes still shut, Olivia reached down and weakly pushed against Margot’s shoulder. Margot took the hint, backing off.