Jaime shuddered, struggling to prevent her hips from bucking. She panted, Olivia’s nearness, her words, and her deft fingers playing between her legs pumped liquid arousal through her veins.
Olivia’s fingers picked up their pace and pressure, pushing Jaime ever closer.
Jaime’s chest heaved. By now, her fingers were vying for purchase on the door behind her.
A stuttered gasp left her lips when Olivia stopped her ministration, but instead of pulling away or giving Jaime a chance to turn the tables, she dipped her fingers and pressed three digits inside Jaime’s slick heat.
Olivia stilled. “Is that too much?”
Jaime could only shake her head as her voice had deserted her.
Humming, Olivia started a slow, leisurely pace of thrusting in and out of Jaime, who shivered, feeling lost yet so incredibly aroused that she couldn’t make herself care.
“You feel amazing,” Olivia mumbled, seeking Jaime’s lips and kissing her deeply.
Shifting, Jaime clutched Olivia’s shirt, her hips following along the rhythm of Olivia’s strokes.
“Touch yourself,” Olivia breathed. “I want to feel you come while I’m inside you.”
Jaime groaned but managed to fumble her hand between her legs. She flushed at the sheer wetness greeting her, yet Olivia’s feverish gaze and parted lips as she eyed her every move spurned her on.
Jaime dropped her head against the door, moaning while rubbing her clit.
“Yes.” Olivia panted, picking up the speed and strength of her thrusts.
The combined onslaught soon proved too much, and Jaime stiffened as the pressure and friction propelled her higher until a wave of pure ecstasy shoved her off the cliff, and she tumbled into a hard peak, her body quaking as tears sprang to her eyes.
“God.” Olivia sighed. “I could watch you do that all day.”
Jaime let out a weak chuckle. “We’re too old for such escapades.”
“Speak for yourself,” Olivia replied, pressing a kiss against Jaime’s damp temple. “Besides, all you’d have to do is lie there. I’d do all the work.”
“Is that so?”
“Mmhmm. What do you say?”
Jaime canted her head. “Personally, I’d prefer to sample the wet heat that has surely gathered between your legs.”
Olivia’s breath hitched, and she allowed Jaime to nudge her off.
“I paid for the roomandits bed. Why don’t we make use of it?” She shifted away from the door, her legs still a little wobbly. She slipped out of her shoes, her calves sore as she strode toward the bed, pulling her dress up and off before throwing it in on a chair. Looking over her shoulder, Jaime smiled, shooting Olivia a coy look. “You coming?”
“Depends on you, I guess.”
Jaime rolled her eyes. “Must I do all the work? First, you demand I touch myself, and now you expect me to make you come, too?”
Olivia stepped closer, by now, they were both standing in front of the bed. “As if you didn’t enjoy taking charge. Besides, you were the one talking about ‘sampling me.’”
“True.” Jaime gave a surprise little yelp when Olivia pushed her on the bed, hovering above her. “Though I might want a second round first.”
“What?” Jaime scrambled up a little, lifting herself onto her elbows. “But it’s my—”
The rest of her sentence ended in a drawn-out moan when Olivia surged forward, yanked down Jaime’s panties and buried her face between her legs.
Jaime dropped back on the bed with closed eyes, her fingers finding purchase in Olivia’s hair. She groaned as her body responded to the stimuli with a rapid, dizzying climb, leaving her breathless and panting at Olivia’s mercy.
Olivia shifted, scratching her fingers up Jaime’s torso, along her stomach until she reached her still satin encased breasts. She pulled one cup down and brushed her thumb over a stiff nipple.
