A sweet kiss against the skin beside her belly button made Olivia crack open an eye sometime after her heart rate had slowed to something close to normal. Margot was staring up at her. A slow smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth that made Olivia’s pulse flutter and caused her to clench around the fingers still buried inside her.
Margot bit down on the swell of her bottom lip, smiling, as she slipped her fingers free and prowled up the bed. Margot lifted her hand and brushed her damp fingers against Olivia’s mouth, covering her lips in her own arousal. “Open up.”
A ragged breath escaped her when she parted her lips and darted out her tongue, tasting herself on Margot’s fingers, sharp and a little sweet. Margot matched her breathing, panting softly, eyes darkening. Her breath stuttered, catching loudly. She dropped her hand to the side of Olivia’s neck, thumb brushing the hollow at the front of her throat as she leaned closer, covering Olivia’s mouth with hers and grinding her hips down against Olivia’s thigh.
Olivia slipped her hands under Margot’s sweater, fingers skimming her sides, brushing the undersides of her breasts. She broke the kiss to help Margot yank the sweater over her head, then went back to touching Margot everywhere she could, unable to keep her hands still. She swept a path from the small of Margot’s back up her sides, tugging down the left cup of Margot’s bra and closing her lips around Margot’s nipple.
Sweat broke out along Margot’s skin, dotting the space between her breasts, the hollow of her throat, the small of her back, slick beneath Olivia’s hands. She gripped Margot’s hips, helping her grind down a little harder.
Broken sounds spilled from Margot’s mouth as she rocked a little faster, chasing her own pleasure until her hips stuttered and she cried out against Olivia’s shoulder, her whole body shaking as she came apart.
Once she caught her breath, Margot lifted her head and looked at Olivia, lids heavy and smile sweet, and for a heart-stopping moment Olivia couldn’t get her lungs to work because Margot was looking at her like she was something special. Like she was something Margot wanted to keep.
Slowly, Margot leaned in and brushed her lips against Olivia’s in a gentle kiss that curled her toes and made her heart flutter wildly inside her veins. It had none of the urgency of their earlier kiss, when Margot had pressed her up against the door, but it was no less passionate, still managing to rob Olivia of her breath. This time there was no teeth, only the gentle pressure of lips on lips, the sweet friction of Margot’s tongue sweeping against the seam of Olivia’s mouth.
She must’ve made a noise, a gasp, because Margot’s lips curled, smiling against Olivia’s mouth. Margot drew back, pressing one chaste kiss to Olivia’s bottom lip in parting. She smiled, dark eyes shining. “Hi.”
Olivia reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind Margot’s ear before it could fall in her face. Her fingers lingered against the side of Margot’s neck, stroking the skin over where her pulse still thundered. “Hi, yourself.”
Margot shivered and reached for the covers, tugging them up around them, forming a little cocoon of warmth. Sweat had begun to cool against Olivia’s skin, and she gladly burrowed beneath the comforter.
Olivia drew her feet up, tucking her toes beneath the underside of Margot’s calves. A laugh erupted from her lips when Margot hissed, face scrunching in a way that was oddly—adorably—reminiscent of Cat. “Sorry.”
Margot’s bottom lip jutted out in a pout and Olivia couldn’t help herself. She reached out, tracing the outline of Margot’s mouth, the bow of her lips, the divot beneath her nose.
“Cute,” she whispered.
A furrow formed between Margot’s brows and Olivia immediately reached up, smoothing it away. “And to think, I was striving for sexy.”
Margot fluttered her lashes.
Olivia snorted. “You look like you have something in your eye.”
Margot laughed and reached up, snagging Olivia’s hand and lacing their fingers together. She brushed her lips against the inside of Olivia’s wrist and grinned. “Is this when you tell me I’m sexier when I’m not trying?”
Olivia shut one eye. “Sure.”
“Rude.” Margot reached under the covers, pinching Olivia’s side, making her squeal.
“Sorry, sorry.” Olivia laughed. “You have to know by now I think you’re extremely sexy.” Her lips twitched. “Even when you pout and look a little like Cat. Especially when you look like you have something poking you in the eye.”