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desperate to take in the sight of Olive licking her pussy. As though she also knew exactly what Kate wanted without needing to be told, Olive shot her the same breathtaking smile that had entranced her at the bar, used both hands to spread her open, then very deliberately lapped her clit so Kate could see every last detail down to the string of wetness that connected her to Olive’s tongue.
    Knowing she was about to be silenced again, Kate locked eyes with Olive. She said only one word. “ Yes. ”
    “All right,” Erato purred. She lowered her body so her labia brushed against Kate’s nose, then rocked her hips, painting her cheeks and chin with her wetness. “Get back to it.” She settled her weight down again, so Kate had no choice but to lie back and do as she said.
    A long finger slid into her, momentarily disrupting the rhythm of her tongue on Erato’s clit. Both her nipples were pinched, then tugged, which she took as an admonishment not to abandon her work. But it was so difficult to focus, especially when a second finger joined the first and Olive’s hot mouth engaged in a passionate kiss that threatened to bring her to orgasm already. Eyes squeezed shut, she worked her tongue in a furious attempt to keep up with the motion of Erato’s hips. Her thighs trembled as the thrusts inside her increased in speed and depth. The pressure on her nipples also increased, causing her to cry out in pleasure-pain.
    “You should see Olive right now. So beautiful with your pussy in her mouth.” Erato’s voice cut through her haze, the words jolting her with their eroticism. She was almost positive she could feel Olive smile against her. “In fact, take a look…and a quick break.”
    Cool air rushed over her face and she inhaled it greedily, aware for the first time of the slick juices that covered her cheeks. Worried that she wouldn’t have much time to enjoy the sight of Olive fucking her so well, she lifted her head and sought out the woman between her legs. Olive gazed back at her, full of impish pleasure. Her fingers curled and moved faster, so that her knuckles slapped rhythmically against Kate’s ass with each thrust. Kate dropped her head back onto the pillow and wiggled her hips, trying to meet Olive stroke for stroke.
    Still hovering over her face, Erato played with her nipples as she watched. “How does she taste?” she asked Olive.
    “Yummy.” Olive shot her a playful wink, barely missing a beat. Her tongue went back to its exploration of her clit, and another of her fingers slipped down the crack of her ass to rest gently on her anus. Olive quirked an eyebrow, circling the fingertip cautiously around her tight opening. The unspoken question hung between them.
    Kate didn’t hesitate to nod her consent. Everything Olive was doing felt incredible and yet it wasn’t nearly enough. What was missing was the sensation of being taken completely, and she was so grateful that Olive seemed to know exactly what she needed. “Fuck me.”
    “That’s enough of a rest, I think.” Erato lowered her hips a few inches, until Kate willingly lay back on the pillow. “Time to get me off.”
    Olive continued to tease her with just the hint of anal penetration as she attacked Erato’s pussy with renewed vigor. Kate focused her efforts on sucking the distended clit in her mouth, hopeful that Olive would reward her for bringing Erato to orgasm by finally delivering the oblivion she’d been promising for what was starting to feel like forever. The tongue and fingers on and within her never ceased their pleasuring, even as that one, lone fingertip continued to toy with her slippery anus, all innuendo and no payoff. Kate grunted in frustration, triggering an amused giggle from the woman who sat on her face.
    “Poor Kate,” Erato purred. She dragged her lower half across Kate’s face, so that Kate’s tongue traveled the length of her sex before she settled back down in a new position. “She wants you in her ass.”