“Great, now you know what to aim for. You owe me three orgasms before you can come.” Olive punctuated the demand with a kiss to Charlie’s cheek. She turned to the mirror to find Charlie’s awestruck face looking back at her.
Now was the awkward part—she wanted to make it look sexy,but perhaps there was no easy way to seat yourself in your partner’s lap. Not one to back down from a challenge, Olive changed her position so she was sitting on her knees and moved so one knee was on Charlie’s left side.
She leaned so her back was against Charlie’s chest, and Charlie grabbed her hips.
“I got you, baby,” Charlie said, and it was exactly what Olive needed to hear.
Slowly, Olive lowered herself onto the strap and Charlie’s lap, relishing the way she felt with the other woman in her. Olive moaned and moved her hips tentatively.
“You feel so good,” she said, watching them in the mirror. She should not have been surprised to see that the two of them looked majestic together, and she locked eyes with Charlie in the mirror as she moved against her.
“Touch me,” Olive said, and moved Charlie’s left hand off her waist. She started to guide Charlie’s hand to her clit, but Charlie caught on and moved there of her own accord, leaving Olive to get back to the important task of watching them. Every movement of her hips, every rub of her clit, was quickly overwhelming as was the heat in Charlie’s eyes.
With a few encouraging thrusts from Charlie, Olive watched as her cheeks flushed with orgasm and she relished in the feel of every movement around the toy.
Charlie kissed the side of her neck when Olive started to come down from her high. “That’s one down,” she said.
“Who said you can look away?” Olive asked, though the question had no bite to it.
“Sorry, baby,” Charlie immediately said, looking to the mirror again.
Olive would never be over how good Charlie felt within her, but she was ready for something different for the second orgasm. She gently lifted herself off Charlie and stood up, leaning with her back against the mirror,
“I need you to fuck me now,” she said.
Charlie stood up, coming over to Olive and kissing her gently. “Isn’t that we’ve been doing this whole time?”
“Yes, but I mean… I need you to show me the strength of those hockey thighs. As much as I love riding you, I want to be fucked so hard into tomorrow that I can’t think of anything but your beautiful cock in me. Can you do that?”
Charlie responded with a kiss so hungry that Olive was panting for more when they finally stepped away. She was going to tell that to Charlie, but was surprised as Charlie scooped her up and threw her onto the bed.
“You want it rough, baby?” Charlie asked, but the way they pulled apart Olive’s legs reverently was anything but.
“I hope orgasm two doesn’t take as long as the first,” Olive responded. She was being extra, but she wanted to challenge Charlie. Wanted to see that same competitive look in their eyes when she had first proposed the idea.
When the strap met her aching core, Olive welcomed the sensation with a soft gasp. She had no time to adjust as Charlie moved slowly, thrusting in and out of her with a pace that was designed not to please but to torture.
“F-faster,” Olive tried to command, her request lost as Charlie changed positions, finding her sweet spot. Charlie looked absolutely beautiful like this, her eyes half-closed and her chest moving quickly. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of Charlie’s face, and Olive loved to see the exertion on her. Olive tried to keep her eyes open so she could keep watching but she felt herself get closer with every thrust, and she closed her eyes as Charlie picked up the pace. She moaned Charlie’s name, wanting to let them know good they were doing, how beautiful they were, and how much she wanted exactly this.
“You’re perfect,” she said instead, hoping that it would convey what she was thinking.
“Not as perfect as you,” Charlie responded, each continuous thrust a promise of release that Olive was craving.
CHARLIE
Charlie was going to combust. It was torture enough to watch Olive beneath them, the way her breasts jiggled beautifully with every hard thrust, the way she moaned Charlie’s name as if it was the only word she could say. Now as she gazed up at them with that lust-filled look in her eyes, it was taking all of Charlie’s concentration not to give up on the game and finally get themselves off.
Charlie leaned down, placing a forearm on the bed to steady herself above Olive. She used her other arm to reach down for Olive’s clit, pinching it hard, like she knew Olive loved.
Olive moaned and grabbed Charlie’s breasts, surprising her.
“Do that again,” Olive said. Charlie complied as Olive rubbed her nipples, unable to stop themself from groaning.
Words were too much for Charlie, and they leaned down to capture Olive’s left nipple in their mouth, hoping that all the combined sensations would finally get Olive to where she wanted to go. Olive moaned and Charlie felt her still, writhing as the orgasm took over, and Charlie continued her thrusts throughout, slowing down slightly to make sure she didn’t overdo it.
“God, that was so good,” Olive said.
Charlie leaned down to agree with a kiss, not quite sure if they’d be able to form a coherent sentence.
