Page 111 of Fly with Me

She pulled out again, bringing her fingers back to circle on that tiny bundle of nerves at her center while Stella’s perfect mouth returned to her breasts. “Right here?”

“Yes.”

She flicked and alternated between slow and quick movement. It was exactly what Olive needed. Leisurely and intoxicatingly hot.

None of the impatience she’d experienced from other lovers. Time had no meaning.

Stella’s long hair had fallen loose. It brushed over Olive’s breasts in a heavenly sweep. It was all almost too much. The ache became a tingle she felt all the way down to her curling toes.

Olive’s breaths quickened.

“Come,” Stella said in that low voice, laced with sultry command.

“I’m com—”

The words turned into a high-pitched scream of pleasure, hips bucking, heart racing as Stella urged her to more, leading her through the aftershocks of the orgasm in a way that nearly had Olive delirious.

“Jesus,” Olive panted.

“You’re stunningly beautiful.”

Almost drunkenly, Olive sat up. “I want to see you.”

Stella only wore a spaghetti-strap bralette beneath her fitted hoodie. Her nipples were hard and pushing against the thin fabric. Olive ran a hand over one, loving the tiny moan Stella made at her touch. She bent forward and sucked at the cotton, letting her other hand wander down.

“Oh my god,” Stella breathed.

“Are you still okay?”

“Yes.” All raspy and deep.

Olive slid down, kissing her ribs, her navel. Her soft skin right below her bikini line. She pushed her hands beneath the elastic band, gripping Stella’s thighs. Olive traced the lacy edging of Stella’s black bralette, making her shiver. “This is pretty.”

“Oh?”

“But not as pretty as your tits.” Olive eased Stella’s bralette over her head and nearly gasped at the perfection before her. She licked one of the soft brown nipples while teasing the other between her thumb and index finger. Stella’s pelvis arched, pressing into her.

“You could have seen them any time you wanted.”

Olive would contemplate that statement later. Holy shit.

Olive grabbed the top of Stella’s pants. Stella nodded, and Olive pulled them down. In a moment, Stella was on the bed. Olive knelt in front of Stella, her knees digging into the soft rug beside the bed. If there had been any doubt of whether Stella wanted this too, it was gone now. Stella inched toward her, almost breathless with need. Olive opened her slowly, feeling how desire was flooding every inch of the soft skin there. She stroked her, while Stella’s long beautiful legs bowed out on either side.

Stella whispered her name.

Olive kissed along her smooth thighs. On one leg. Then the other.

She dragged her tongue over Stella’s clit. Once. Twice. Stella’s legs began to fold in, but Olive eased them back open. She sucked over the bundle of nerves. Stella’s breasts heaved, that lovely bounce building the ache between Olive’s own legs.

“Yes. Please,” Stella breathed. “There.”

Olive’s fingers had been softly caressing her hips. She lifted her head long enough to see the ecstatic expression on Stella’s face. The way her full lips parted. Her eyes half shut. She coated her fingers and teased at Stella’s entrance.

“What do you want, Stella?” She said the word with her mouth on Stella’s clit, flicking the tip of her tongue against it with each word. She tasted fantastic.

“I want you inside me.”

“Aye, aye, captain.”

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