“I don't want to go dancing,” Kate slurred, already drunk.
“Let’s stay home,” Olivia murmured. “Please.” As if desperate as Kate to close the distance between them.
Fingers swept into Kate’s hair, loosening the pins and casting them into the bedside drawer. Lips trailed down her neck, and all of her craved those caresses lower.
“Come to bed.” And a hand took hers with gentle insistence and pulled her to the foot of the bed.
They swept into each other’s arms immediately, pressing together while tugging off their clothes. Olivia’s dress discarded. Kate’s shirt pulled apart. Together again, hands stroking around naked backs, pulling at bras, seeking the closeness and tenderness of their breasts together.
“I need this,” Kate whispered.
In more ways than one. For reassurance that Olivia was happy with them even if something else troubled. And her body starving for sensual attention.
Olivia cupped her cheeks and kissed her hard.
Kate slipped her hands around Olivia's behind. She tugged her underwear away, and Olivia pushed herself into Kate’s thigh, slick and hot.
“Oh, I need this,” Kate growled low this time.
They eased onto the bed, Kate lowering Olivia down, while Olivia clung to her, their lips locked.
Then Olivia pulled closer and whispered in Kate’s ear.
“Fuck me,” she breathed.
And Kate caved with a groan at words Olivia only said at her most passionate.
Shaking, she trailed her fingers low, greedily taking in her smooth curves, enjoying the suppleness at the join of her thigh and the heat of her lips. Moaning in appreciation at the tantalising beginnings of moisture on her fingertips, before pausing in anticipation and gently slipping her fingers inside.
For a moment, Kate was weightless and timeless, with the most delicate and private sense of being surrounded by her.The intimate warmth. Her wetness on her skin. The powerful togetherness after their distance.
Then the deep moan from Olivia plunged Kate into searing eroticism.
“Oh fuck.”
She might come with just that. Absence tripped into desperate need, and urgency surged high. Olivia slipped her hand between them, and the sweep around Kate’s clit had her beyond her own control.
Every stroke from Olivia, every synchronous thrust from Kate, hit deeper, as if she felt it in both of them, and it gripped harder until she didn’t think she could take anymore. Cheek to cheek. Breast to breast. Olivia clung rigid, her orgasm intoxicatingly beautiful as she came in a silent cry. Nothing more erotic for Kate.
And the rush burst the tension in sensational release.
***
Breath humid against Olivia’s cheek. Naked softness beneath hers. Breathing as one entwined shape. Smiling on a happy high of hormones.
Kate rolled them onto their sides and clasped Olivia to her chest. Satiated and dozy brown eyes looked at her.
“We need to do this more often,” Kate murmured.
An Olivia Sachdeva smile, with pearly white teeth and shapely lips. Kate was besotted.
“I would like that,” Olivia replied.
“And next time, we could maybe take it slowly.”
Kate blushed at how fast and heated she’d been. But Olivia only smiled wider.
“In fact,” Kate added. “That was so quick we could still go dancing.”
