Page 43 of Count Your Lucky Stars
Margot pressed a kiss to the side of Olivia’s jaw, sucking at her skin. She ground the heel of her hand against Olivia’s clit and—Olivia’s knees buckled, unable to support her weight, the pleasure too sharp, too good, her legs too weak to withstand it and hold her upright.
Margot caught her around the waist and laughed. “You’re so sensitive. I forgot.”
Olivia dropped her head forward, burying her face and muffling her whimper against Margot’s neck. “I was so close.”
“Shh.” One hand stroked the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair, Margot’s short nails raking gently against her scalp. “I’ll get you there.”
Of that, Olivia had no doubt.
Other than Margot, Olivia had only been with Brad, and he had never asked what she wanted, had never seemed to care. Sex with Brad hadn’t beenbad, sometimes it had actually beengoodor something close enough, but what she wanted, her pleasure, had never been his primary concern. It had definitely never been the objective, and she wasn’t stupid—she knew that was wrong and not fair and sure as hell problematic, but there were only so many times she could move his hand, literally place his fingers where she needed them, before she gave up, trying more trouble than it was worth.
Talking about it hadn’t worked; all Brad had done was lookbruised before snapping that there was nothing wrong with the way he fucked her, that it had worked just fine for other girls, implying that there was something wrong with her. It had probably never even crossed his mind thatjust finewas a sad, sad bar.
Sex with Margot was different. Margot had actually cared if Olivia got off, cared about what she liked, gave her what she wanted. Getting off hadn’t seemed to be Margot’s primary concern. Getting Olivia off—several times—seemed to have been what Margot cared about most.
There wasn’t a doubt in Olivia’s mind that Margot would get her there, probably more than once.
Margot tugged on Olivia’s hair gently, drawing her head back until they were face-to-face. Margot’s cheeks were flushed pink, the tips of her ears a fiery shade of red, undoubtedly hot to the touch. Eyes bright, Margot trapped her lower lip between her teeth and smiled. “Bed?”
Yes.Olivia bobbed her head. “Bed.”
Hands biting into the curve of Olivia’s waist, Margot herded her further down the hall, reaching around her for the doorknob, nudging her into Margot’s bedroom, where it was dark. Margot flipped the light switch, bathing the room in an amber glow. Her hands returned, ushering Olivia deeper into the room until the backs of her knees hit the mattress and she tumbled down, bouncing softly. Margot followed her, bracketing her with a hand on either side of her head, caging her in with her body as her mouth descended, crashing down on Olivia’s, making her head spin.
Just when Olivia’s lungs started to burn, needing air but notwanting this to end, Margot drew back, leaving a trail of kisses down the front of Olivia’s throat. Like she couldn’t get enough.
Margot smiled against Olivia’s skin and tugged at the hem of her sweater. “Help me get you naked.”
Shoulders pressed to the mattress, Olivia arched her back. Hands neither coordinated nor graceful, they managed to rid her of her sweater. Margot’s lips twitched, one finger flicking the tiny decorative gold bell between the floral lace cups of her bra. “Nice.”
Olivia laughed. “Shut up.”
Hands pressed against Olivia’s shoulders, Margot urged her to lie back. She followed Olivia down, mouth fastened to her neck, sucking a mark against the side of Olivia’s throat.
“I didn’t say I don’t like it.” Margot kissed away the sting and smiled. “It’s pretty. I just think I’d like it better on my floor.”
Margot moved lower, lips scraping the surprisingly sensitive patch of skin drawn taut over Olivia’s collarbone, and lower still, skimming the swell of her breasts. One of her hands slid up Olivia’s back, short nails dragging along her spine on the way to the clasp of her bra, nimble fingers separating the hooks and eyes expertly.
Margot’s fingertips tickled the backs of her arms as she dragged the straps downward, tossing Olivia’s bra across the room. The air inside the apartment was warm, and her blood must’ve been about a million degrees, but something about having Margot’s eyes on her made her skin prickle.
Margot’s hair trailed across Olivia’s flushed skin as she ducked her head, lips fastening to the peak of Olivia’s right breast. A keen escaped Olivia’s lips as she threw her head backagainst the pillow, eyes scrunching shut as Margot’s tongue laved her skin.
Olivia’s hands scrambled against Margot’s back, squeezing, slipping beneath the hem of her sweater and dragging it upward, nails digging into the skin beneath her bra strap when Margot’s teeth scraped against her nipple. Her hands shook and her back bowed, hips bucking as Margot walked her fingers down the center of Olivia’s stomach, finding the zipper at the side of her skirt. The sound of the zipper’s teeth was loud as Margot lowered it, fabric falling apart, air cool against the side of Olivia’s hip and upper thigh.
She lifted her hips so Margot could slip the skirt down her legs and over her feet before dropping it to the floor. A ragged whimper escaped her lips. “Please.”
Margot’s lips were red and wet, and her cheeks were full of color, her eyes dark and bright. “Pleasewhat?”
She tugged at the hem of Margot’s sweater. “Touch me.”
Margot’s fingers skimmed Olivia’s sides. “I am.”
Olivia bucked her hips.“Margot.”
Margot surged forward, mouth covering Olivia’s as she ran her hands up the inside of Olivia’s legs, stopping at the crease of her thighs, fingers making maddening little swirls against the edge of her underwear. Teasing. Jesus. Olivia buried her hands in Margot’s hair, nails scraping her scalp as she rolled her hips.
Margot’s fingers hooked around the crotch of her panties, tugging them to the side, andGod,Olivia was going to faint, she knew she was. It was going to happen, an inevitability, the tension too much, the lace of her underwear biting against the crease of her thigh, the air cool against her where she was hotand aching, riding the edge of desperation, her body still strung tight from almost coming in the hall.
All of it was too much, and yet somehow, not enough. It was maddening, the way Margot’s other hand stroked a circuit from her knee to her hip. Finally,finallyMargot took mercy on her, fingers brushing her clit and sliding through her folds, making her whole body jolt, just as sensitive as Margot had said.
