“Are you able to get to number three?” Olive mused, breaking apart their kiss to look at them teasingly.
Apparently that was all it took for Charlie to be able to respond.
“How do you want it?” they asked.
“Hmm.” Olive put her hand on her chin in a musing expression, as if they were debating dinner and Charlie wasn’t in them as they discussed their third sexual position of the evening.
“How about…” Olive trailed off, and made a scissoring gesture with her hands.
The speed at which Charlie left the bed and stripped themselves of the strap made Olive laugh, and Charlie was giggling a little when they rejoined Olive on the bed. Olive was sitting back against the headboard, her body glowing with sweat and the warmth of someone who had received a good orgasm. Charlie felt proud to be the person that had brought that out in her, but the feelings were interrupted by the throbbing need aching through them.
“Come sit,” Olive said, spreading her legs wide.
Charlie tried to think of a sassy retort, or a sexy phrase, but as they lowered herself onto Olive’s lap, they could think of nothing but how good it felt to be this close to her. They shifted back for a moment, already overwhelmed.
“Are you sure this is for you, and not for me?” Charlie asked.
“Make me come first, and then you can do whatever you want,” Olive responded.
Charlie bit their lip as they touched their heat to Olive’s, not wanting to be the first one to break and disobey her orders.
Olive moved against Charlie, rolling her hips and thrusting gently. Every touch was pure torture, and Charlie was breathing slowly, trying to calm down.
“Oh darling, you really love this, don’t you?” Olive asked as if she couldn’t see how badly Charlie was being affected.
Charlie could only nod, averting their eyes. If they looked at her now, they wouldn’t be able to last another few minutes.
Olive wasn’t having any of it.
“Look at me, darling. I want to stare at you as I come. Please?” Her voice turned sweet, and Charlie had no choice but to obey the command, nearly cursing as they did.
“Good boy,” Olive said, and Charlie moaned, leaning forward to place their forehead on her shoulder.
“Don’t say that to me now, I can’t take it,” Charlie whispered.They continued to move against Olive, praying that she would break soon.
“But you’re so sexy when you come. Don’t you want to disobey? Find out what happens when you don’t listen?”
“If this is a reward, I don’t want to find out what you have planned for a punishment,” Charlie admitted, surprised at their own honesty.
Olive laughed and shook her head. “Alright, I’ll let you go off easy.”
She stopped and shifted backwards slightly, grabbing Charlie’s hand. She led it to her pussy and Charlie revelled in the feel of her familiar wetness, their hand already easily working itself inside her. Olive arched against Charlie’s hand, moving in time to her own desires. She held on to Charlie’s forearm, using it for leverage.
“Yes, baby, thank you,” Charlie said as she felt another orgasm shudder through Olive, the woman beautifully grinding herself against her.
When she was done, Olive lifted Charlie’s hand to their mouth.
“Now eat,” Olive commanded, to which Charlie eagerly complied. They loved Olive’s taste, and made no secret of it as they licked each finger until it was clean.
Before they could even suggest anything else, Olive lightly pushed Charlie, crawling on top of her.
“Would you like to come now, darling?”
Without waiting for a response, Olive had a hand on Charlie’s throat and another in their pussy. Charlie had never felt so turned on and seen in equal measure, and it didn’t take long for them to finally,finallycome. They didn’t even feel embarrassed at how fast it was; Olive was all too aware of how much she had revved them up with every command earlier.
When they finally came down from their high, Olive collapsed on the bed next to them.
“The service staff is going to throw a tantrum when they see how ruined the sheets are,” she said, and laughed.
