Jaime moaned, her eyelids falling shut. “That’s not—”
“Patience,” Olivia murmured, pulling back. She dragged the short end of the strap-on through Jaime’s folds before settling it against her entrance. Her gaze drifted up Jaime’s body, drinking in the tension visible with every breath. “May I?”
“Yes,” Jaime pressed out.
Olivia didn’t dare blink. Her heart drummed wildly as she pressed the strap-on inside Jaime, mesmerized by the sight of Jaime’s body swallowing the silicone.
“Are you OK?” Olivia asked.
Jaime tugged at Olivia’s hand and pulled her on top. “Yes. Now kiss me.”
With a soft smile, Olivia claimed Jaime’s lips in a deep kiss.
Jaime’s hands slid down Olivia’s back and her fingers dug into her ass.
“You want me to ride you again?” Olivia murmured against Jaime’s lips.
“Later.” Jaime rolled her over, chuckling when Olivia let out a surprised squeak. “I want you under me.”
Jaime’s voice shot right between Olivia’s legs.
Shifting her hand between them, Jaime seemed to rearrange the strap-on before lifting her hips and aligning the head with Olivia’s slick entrance. “Is this OK?”
Olivia nodded, her hands pulling Jaime closer.
“Say it,” Jaime said.
“Yes, Your Honor. Please fuck me.”
Jaime clenched her jaw and pressed forward, slowly pushing the strap-on inside Olivia.
Olivia bit her lower lip, eyes falling shut at the pressure and fullness of Jaime sinking into her.
When their hips connected, Jaime stilled, panting. She turned her head and kissed Olivia—deeply, with an urgency that made Olivia’s head spin.
“You can move,” Olivia said.
Jaime nodded, holding Olivia’s gaze, her eyes glassy and her pupils swallowing her irises.
Their breaths mingled as Jaime rocked her hips faster and faster.
Olivia felt drunk on Jaime’s nearness—the friction of their movements adding the perfect amount of pressure on her clit, Jaime’s hot, rattling pants in her ear.
Jaime pressed open-mouthed kisses against Olivia’s neck.
Their sweat-slicked bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, and a part of Olivia wished they could stay this close forever, lost in the cocoon of heat, breath, and skin.
Jaime shuddered when Olivia scratched her nails down her back. Lifting her head, she looked at her with an expression Olivia couldn’t place—but it pulled at something inside.
“You’re killing me,” Jaime pressed out.
Olivia’s hands sank into Jaime’s hair and she pulled her closer, kissing her, hard and with a fervor that matched the almost violent thrum of her heart. She had no words, but she felt it, too.
Jaime pulled back, moaning. Her body grew taut, and she dropped her head in the crook of Olivia’s neck as a series of hard shudders ran through her body.
Olivia was close, too—but she just needed…
Jaime didn’t stop. Still trembling, she moved again, slower but determined, the lingering sensitivity twisting her face with pleasure and effort. The friction built between them, slick and desperate, until Olivia’s breath caught and her body arched, shattering beneath Jaime as a hard climax slammed through her.
