Count Your Lucky Stars (Written in the Stars, #3)(40)

For a moment, Margot was all soft sighs and circling hips, bitten-off whimpers and throaty moans, her eyes slipping shut as she rocked against Olivia’s hand. Despite having come twice, want prickled low in Olivia’s belly. The sight of Margot with her head thrown back, undulating over Olivia’s hips, her wetness coating Olivia’s fingers, was enough to make her want more.

“Come here,” Olivia repeated, tugging Margot closer, one hand on her hip.

Margot leaned forward, hair spilling around her face.

“No.” Olivia wrapped both hands around Margot’s thighs and wiggled a little further down the bed until she was completely flat, save for the pillow beneath her head. She licked her lips and craned her neck slightly, raising up and meeting Margot’s eyes. Olivia arched both brows. “Up here.”

Margot’s jaw fell open. “You want me to . . .”

Olivia nodded, heart hammering in her throat. “Mm-hmm.”

That endearing shade of red crept higher now, up Margot’s throat and along her jaw. Even the tips of her ears turned neon. “Oh. Fuck.” Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips. “Okay. Just . . . gimme a sec.”

Careful of her where her limbs were, Margot crawled higher up the bed, higher up Olivia’s body, until her knees bracketed Olivia’s head. Margot curled her fingers around the headboard, holding herself up, and straddled Olivia’s face.

Olivia wrapped her hands around the backs of Margot’s thighs and drew her closer, lower, breathing her in, before turning her head and pressing a kiss to the inside of Margot’s trembling thigh.

Margot’s breath stuttered from between her lips. “Pinch me if you need to breathe or—fuck.”

Olivia ran her tongue up the center of Margot’s slit all the way up to her clit, moaning softly at her taste. Margot’s body jerked, hips pressing down, rocking against Olivia’s mouth.

“Fuck.” Margot panted.

Olivia smiled at the stuttered, labored breaths escaping Margot. She lapped at Margot’s clit, long strokes with the flat of her tongue, before gaining speed, flicking faster with the tip.

Margot’s arms trembled as she clutched at the headboard. “Inside.”

Fingers squeezing Margot’s ass, Olivia dragged her tongue down to Margot’s entrance, slipping inside, but just barely.

Sliding a hand between Margot’s thighs, Olivia ran her fingers down Margot’s slit, pushing two inside with ease, her own core clenching when Margot fluttered around her, a choked-off whimper falling from her lips.

A mottled flush crept up Margot’s neck as she panted into the quiet of the room. Her thighs trembled as she rode Olivia’s face, head flung back and spine arched. Her breasts swayed, dark hair swishing against her neck as she bit her bottom lip, turning it red. Margot’s flush spread down her chest, even her stomach and the skin of her inner thighs turning a peachy shade of pink.

Sweat dampened the space between her breasts, and the air was thick with the scent of her arousal. All Olivia could smell was sex, sweet and musky and so perfect. She worked her fingers a little faster and wrapped her lips around Margot’s clit, sucking hard. Margot keened, body shaking, clenching hard around Olivia’s fingers as she fractured.

Margot slumped over, falling against the bed face-first with a frazzled laugh, their limbs jumbled, one of Margot’s legs draped across Olivia’s torso, Olivia’s arm wedged beneath Margot’s body.

Margot’s skin was tacky, damp with sweat, her hair halfway in her face as she lay spent. Olivia’s heart stuttered. She’d done that. Turned Margot into a soft and messy thing, loose-limbed and satisfied. Undone and all the more beautiful for it.

Margot’s breathing slowed, and she lifted her head, her eyes opening a fraction. “Hi.”

Olivia smiled, heart floating up like a helium balloon, rising into her throat. “Hey.”

Margot rose up onto her hands and flipped over, staring up at the ceiling. A ghost of a smile graced her lips. “That was . . .” Her brows rose. “Wow.”

“Wow,” Olivia echoed in agreement, laughing softly. Sweat began to cool on her skin and she sat forward, looking for a blanket, a sheet, something to cover up with.

On the other side of the bed, Margot stood and stretched, arms rising over her head, back popping. She bent down and swiped her sweater off the floor, slipping it over her head, flipping the ends of her hair free from the collar.

Olivia frowned. Margot didn’t so much as look her way once as she gathered the rest of her clothing off the floor. She slipped her underwear up her legs and tossed her jeans into the laundry basket beside her closet before crossing her arms, wobbling as she scratched the back of her calf with her opposite foot, still avoiding Olivia’s eyes.

“So.” Margot cleared her throat. “This was fun.”

Olivia nodded. “Yeah.”

“We should, um, do it again sometime.” Margot gave a sharp, decisive nod, her eyes flickering over to Olivia’s before she looked away. “If you want.”

Olivia held her breath, waiting for her to say something else. Something . . . more. Anything, really. Proof that this meant as much to Margot as it did to her. That it wasn’t just scratching an itch, sating the absurd sexual tension that had simmered between them since she’d moved in.

Silence stretched between them and the back of her throat ached.