Page 70 of Tell Me What you Think

Olga exhales something closer to a moan than an answer, and it has nothing to do with exhaustion.

"Not anymore."

They stumble out of the bathroom, cross the hallway, and make it to Marina's bed without their pajamas—just their underwear.

"Lie down," Marina says, her pulse quick enough that her chest rises and falls under Olga's hungry gaze.

Olga doesn't lie down the way she was asked. She sits on the edge of the bed, parts her legs, and lets herself fall back, because that's her way of asking for what she actually wants right now.

Marina stares and swallows hard.

"If this makes you uncomfortable or—"

"Don't start, Olga," the vice president cuts her off, unable to look away from the sight of her.

She walks two steps forward and simply kneels down. Olga's sex glistens with wetness and Marina finds her burning when she runs her fingers to part her. Her jaw tightens at the same moment a shiver moves through her, and her lips fall open on a slow, unsteady inhale.

Last weekend she did this too, and she devoured Olga with a hunger that surprised her—but she couldn't fully enjoy it because she'd been too focused on doing it right, on calibrating the pressure of her tongue and reading her lover's reactions with every move. By now she has a much clearer sense of it: she knows Olga will come as soon as she also pushes her fingers inside, so she lets herself take her time, still a little astonished by how much this turns her on. She wants so badly to breathe in her scent and taste her again that she feels almost restless when she bends down and licks her for the first time.

Olga arches off the bed with the first touch and twists the sheets in her fists as heat floods her entire body. Marina drags her tongue a couple of times, stops, blows softly—and Olga gasps—then sucks firmly before starting over.

"I love doing this," Marina murmurs, not even realizing she's said it out loud, and when Olga hears her she loses her mind completely and lets out a sharp, embarrassed sound she can't hold back.

"Like that—don't stop doing that," she pleads, writhing.

Marina obeys and increases the pressure, and the orgasm slams through Olga all at once, a rush that makes her dizzy and moves through her from head to toe like an electric charge, tearing a couple of cries out of her that she tries to muffle against her own arm while her body tenses under Marina's mouth.

Marina doesn't pull away until the contractions stop. Then she works her way up, kissing Olga's stomach, her ribs, her breasts, her throat, and lifts her arm away from her face.

"Don't cover up," she whispers, and kisses the corner of her mouth.

Olga looks at her—cheeks burning, eyes wet—and needs a full minute before she can form a single word.

"Over there," she says, nudging Marina gently by the shoulder until she lies back, facing the ceiling.

Olga straddles her, takes her hands, and pins them against the mattress above her head.

"Leave them there," she says, and Marina has to work to obey, because what she wants is to grab her by the back of the neck and haul her in for a kiss.

"Do you know your face changes when you come?" Marina asks, and Olga laughs through her nose.

"Better or worse?"

"It's really sexy—you look younger, more alive. I can't quite explain it, but I love it," the vice president admits.

Olga smiles at her and gets to her feet, taking her by the backs of her knees to drag her down the mattress until she's exactly where Olga wants her.

"Let me see if yours does too. I wasn't paying close enough attention last time."

She kneels down, and a wave of pleasure rolls through Marina even before she's touched.

"God," she murmurs, closing her eyes, when she feels Olga's warm breath moving close.

Then Olga licks her very lightly, and when Marina opens her eyes—shot through with a deep current of pleasure that pulls every muscle in her body taut—Olga slides two fingers inside her without warning, and Marina starts to clench around them so hard the air catches in her throat.

"Are you going to come?" Olga asks, stunned by how hard Marina is trembling.

"Yes, don't stop now, baby…" she pleads, gasping.