Midnight Mist

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Hot, sweet puffs of air were hitting her kiss-swollen lips as Olivia canted her hips up into the steady rhythm of her girlfriend's three fingers inside her, plunging in and out with unhurried, languid strokes that hit her in just the right way and drove her closer and closer to the edge.

Smoldering, ocean blue eyes were boring into her own as Amanda's thumb found her clit, applying sure and gentle pressure to the sensitive nub, but not enough to make Olivia come. It was a soft build-up, the lazy swipes against her clit and each curl of the blonde's fingers against the spongy spot inside her sending zips of heat and pleasure through her entire body to fizzle out on the tips of her fingers and toes.

Nibbling on Olivia's bottom lip gently, their eye-lock never broken, Amanda breathed out, "You're so tight, Baby. I love being inside you."

The brunette started panting, her heavy breaths filling the air between them as she met her girlfriend's thrusts, more wetness oozing out of her core and soaking Amanda's fingers every time the blonde's thumb brushed her clit, "God, Baby. Right there. Fuck..."

Leaning down, the younger woman placed hot, open-mouthed kisses along Olivia's neckline and throat, her tongue trailing liberally up to the brunette's ear, giving the lobe a sharp nip, "Mmmm, I want to make you come."

Needy whines were pushing from Olivia's mouth in the same rhythm the brunette's hips were mindlessly rolling into her girlfriend's hand; reaching up, the older woman clumsily wrapped her arms around Amanda's neck, pulling her into a sloppy kiss as they slid together in a hot and sweaty heap. The blonde's fingers drug over the spot deep inside Olivia with each thrust and they stretched her in just the right way, the brunette feeling the knot in her belly coiling tighter and tighter, Amanda working her up to a powerful climax.

Brushing their noses together, the blonde whispered hoarsely, "You're so beautiful, Baby. I've got you. Let go."

Olivia tightened her hold on her girlfriend, heavily panting against plush lips as she inched closer and closer to her orgasm, "God, Manda. So close. I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

The brunette jolted awake at her alarm tone, Olivia scrambling to switch it off, having forgotten to disable it for their day off. Next to her, Amanda was still sleeping soundly, unfazed by the shrill ringing blaring through their bedroom. When the room was finally quiet again, Olivia breathed out a relieved sigh and slowly sank back into the pillows. She knew what would be staring back at her when she turned her head, but she did it anyway, only to cover her eyes with her forearm when she saw the alarm clock screaming at her with brightly lit numbers that it was only 4:45 a.m..

Feeling her heart rate slow gradually, Olivia became hyper aware of the light sheen of sweat that was covering her body, her skin prickling with heat and her stiff nipples brushing against the crisp fabric of the sheets. The brunette shuddered at the friction and her core twitched, the persistent throbbing of her clit trickling into her consciousness for the very first time.

Shit.

Images of her dream ghosted their way into her still foggy brain, her nipples straining and sticky wetness coating the inside of her thighs. Turning her head to her right, she watched a peacefully sleeping Amanda lying on her stomach and hugging her pillow. Chocolate orbs caressed every inch of her girlfriend's beautiful body, her back muscles flexed even in her relaxed state, years of yoga and boxing having shaped Amanda's form to what it was now. Olivia's whole body was humming, long, warm fingers dancing across her tan flesh and setting it on fire. Her dream had been so vivid, had felt so real that she was now on edge, fidgety and restlessly moving around on the bed.

Looking at her blonde girlfriend, sprawled out next to her in all her naked glory, did not necessarily help Olivia in her predicament, the pulses between her legs insistent and distracting. The fingertips of her right hand wandered down and past her stomach, the brunette tenderly and experimentally fingering her warmth for a brief second, her eyes rolling into the back of her head when she found herself scorching hot and open, ready for release.

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