Jaime almost choked, her mind returning to the forever long heated encounter they’d shared after the fair, when they indeed had fucked all night. She rocked her hips, the friction only increasing the need coursing through her.
Olivia bit Jaime’s lower lip, dropping her leg and pushing one hand down Jaime’s pants. She groaned when her fingers pushedpast wiry curls into blinding, slick heat.
“I was hoping you’d be naked underneath.”
Jaime trembled, releasing an almost broken-sounding chuckle. “You left me few options.”
Olivia hummed, crooking her fingers and stealing through Jaime’s folds, and meandering back down, she massaged her entrance before pressing two fingers inside.
Her eyes closed, and Jaime clutched the bedspread under her hands, sinking deeper onto Olivia’s fingers. “Yes,” she pressed out, canting her hips.
After a few fast strokes, and right when Jaime found the perfect rhythm, Olivia pulled out, once more connecting their lips in a heated kiss. She worried Jaime’s lower lip before sucking at her tongue. Meanwhile, her fingers danced up, finding her clit and rubbing fast circles with the perfect pressure that hurled Jaime toward a rapid, explosive climax.
Jaime shuddered, and, breaking the kiss, collapsed on top of Olivia, overcome by the sudden desire to be as close to her as possible while she ground her hips, chasing the release Olivia’s fingers promised.
“Look at me,” Olivia rumbled.
With some difficulty, Jaime raised her head and caught Olivia’s feverish gaze. Her lips parted, and she panted.
“No, keep your eyes open.”
Jaime groaned. She hadn’t even realized her eyelids had begun to droop.
“Come for me,” Olivia said, not a demand, more a supplication that froze Jaime on the spot.
Her mouth opened, closed, and she tightened her jaw. Yet her body was already too far gone, and after a few more deft and perfectly placed strokes, Jaime quaked in a hard peak, gazing intoOlivia’s eyes the entire time, watching her drink her in, almost swallowing her whole.
Jaime collapsed fully on top of Olivia, her breath ragged and her heart resembling a jackhammer.
What was she doing?
Olivia nuzzled her cheek, her breathing hitching, and that sound, the audible confirmation of Olivia’s need, a desire Jaime could and wanted to fulfill, calmed her racing heart, and she raised her head, gazing down at a flushed Olivia, her lips swollen and pupils blown.
“How do you want me?” Jaime asked, her voice low.
Olivia’s hips bucked. “Close, stay close to me.”
Jaime could only nod, once more falling into a kiss. She slid her hand beneath Olivia’s shirt, up her trembling stomach before her fingers touched the soft fabric of Olivia’s bra.
“Maybe we should get undressed? I…” Her brows furrowed.
Olivia nodded rapidly and shifted Jaime off her before sitting up and undressing, pushing her clothes off the bed.
“What are you waiting for?” Olivia’s tone held an edge spurring Jaime on, and she hurried to divest herself of her clothes before once more settling on top of Olivia.
“Kiss me,” Olivia breathed, and Jaime did. They kissed for a while, just kissed, enjoying the intensity of their naked bodies pressing together.
Through the fog of heat swirling all around, Jaime noticed how the storm picked up outside again, the rain pelted against the windows and the wind howled as it funneled through narrow gaps, gaining speed with every gust, pushing through the smallest cracks like a relentless force.
Jaime shivered, remembering the cold of the rain soaking through her clothes earlier, the discomfiting sensation of fabric sticking to her skin.
How she’d been intent on ignoring her state, so focused on talking to Olivia, on finding a solution that would put her world together after it had began to crumble at her feet, yet Olivia wouldn’t let her.
No, she’d chased Jaime into a hot shower before now, huddling with her in bed, sharing herself with her.
Not even fully aware of it, Jaime started a slow-rocking motion against Olivia, who spread her legs, allowing Jaime to fall in the space between.
Their kisses deepened and Jaime trailed her fingers down Olivia’s side before moving inward, seeking the swell of her breasts, brushing her thumb over a pebbled nipple.
