Olivia’s eyelids fluttered, and she worried her lower lip as her wetness slid against Jaime’s upper thigh.
Jaime gripped Olivia’s hips, and gazing up at her, she croaked, “Ride me.”
A low moan rumbled from Olivia’s chest, and she leaned forward, slowly gyrating her hips as she slid up and down Jaime’s leg.
Feeling drunk from the visual of Olivia on top of her, chasing her pleasure, and the feeling of wet heat bathing her skin, Jaime sighed as arousal once more twisted through her abdomen. Assured Olivia had settled, she released her hips and instead reachedout for her full breasts. She rubbed her thumbs over pert nipples while Olivia’s hips continued to rock against her.
All too soon, Olivia stiffened, bending lower and connecting their lips in a sloppy kiss before groaning and burying her face in the crook of Jaime’s neck. Her body shook in hard tremors as her release seemed to wash over her.
Jaime stroked her hands down Olivia’s damp back, humming.
Olivia stretched out fully on top of Jaime, placing little kisses against her neck.
“Oh, no. Don’t you start!”
Olivia chuckled and looked down at Jaime, a mischievous smile on her face.
“Before you come up with another distraction, I have a surprise for you.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
Jaime shifted out from beneath Olivia and rose off the bed. She strode toward her purse, removed a black container and brought it to the bed. “Open it.”
Olivia swallowed hard when she pulled open the lid. “Prepared, you said.”
“Yes. I also brought lube, but I don’t think we need it.”
“No, most definitely not.”
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Oliviatracedherfingerover the purple silicone in Jaime’s box. She’d been hoping their meetings would end like this again, but for the most part, she tried not to think too much about the entire arrangement—it made it easier to ignore the way Jaime made her feel.
“How do you want to play this?” Olivia asked.
“I’m versatile, but since you already had your way with me earlier, to the point of…”
Olivia grinned as heat rushed through her. She’d live off that memory for a long time.
“Yes, yes. I see we remain smug about it,” Jaime drawled.
“With reason.”
Jaime hummed.
Olivia grasped the silicone and pulled it from the box, the material soft against her fingers. “I’m assuming you want the first turn, then?”
“Yes.” Jaime’s breathing hitched as she worried at her lower lip.
Holding her gaze, Olivia’s pulse quickened at the naked desire written across Jaime’s features.
“Lie down,” Olivia said, her voice rough.
Jaime obeyed, lying down and slowly spreading her legs.
Olivia’s gaze traveled over Jaime—her long legs, the patch of dark hair, her soft stomach, the rise and fall of her chest. The anticipation was exquisite.
She drew closer, settling between Jaime’s legs. Bending down, she traced her tongue through swollen folds.
