AN: Okay so this has been a long time coming… pun intended.
I dedicate this chapter to Lyricara and Natasha who both have birthdays this week! Lyric today and Natasha on the 7th. Happy Birthday ladies! This also goes out to anyone else born in March (or lets face it – this entire year as that's how long it will probably take me to update this again lol). But in all seriousness, I truly am sorry for the delay, it appears this story has become a lot harder for me to write now because I keep getting ah - distracted *side eyes*.
Will it ever be finished?
Will we ever get to the main event?
Will they ever get off this godforsaken boat?
All good questions to which I have no answers.
In the meantime - here is this.
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There were so many ways she could have approached this.
A conversation.
A proposition.
A negotiation of sorts so Charlie would understand exactly where she stood in all this but the moment Charlie's fingertips brushed her hip, something flickered within her.
You have free rein Olivia.
She can still feel the heat of Elliot's body on her backside as she encircles Charlie's straying wrist and she doesn't wait, she tugs Charlie until she is slipping off the top step, her body quickly following suit.
Her palms come out until their either side of Olivia's head, her knee landing between Olivia's thighs and their eyes lock. A glimmer of surprise moves through Charlie's features at the bold motion.
Charlie's gaze drops to Olivia's mouth and her heart hammers at the feel of her flushed and perspiring skin against hers, their positioning suddenly feeling far more intimate than before.
"Well well well," Charlie whispers, her lips hovering above her mouth. "Are you going to back up that move Olivia or shall I?"
Olivia holds those emerald irises captive, her heartbeat hammering, her mind flitting between desire and conflict.
But she no longer wants to question this.
She wants to be the one to take.
She wants to be the one to catch Charlie off guard.
And she has full rein.
She moves up, capturing Charlie's lips in one, single heated moment and Charlie meets her half way, sinking down and kissing her intently. Olivia's heart pounds in her chest as she opens Charlie's mouth with hers, her tongue sliding into her recesses until it's softly stroking hers. Her mind swarms as she loses herself in a mixture of tongues, teeth and heat, feeling every droplet of perspiration that slips off Charlie's body and sinks into hers.
"Tell me what you want Olivia," Charlie hums against her lips. "You can have anything." Charlie nips Olivia's lower lip and it's champagne, salt, sweat and heat all intermingling at once. Her chest still constricts for Elliot but there is something irrefutable and indefinable about this moment.
Charlie begins to kiss and nip at her throat and Olivia's eyes draw to a close, thankful for the breath she can now take but it's Charlie's hand that captures her attention as it slides purposefully across her breast. Olivia lets out a light moan as Charlie squeezes, making it painfully obvious what she wants.
She feels Charlie hook her thumb into her bikini, slowly releasing and thumbing her protruding nipple and her heart pounds, her mind spinning but she can feel it in the depths of her lower belly - a dark want coursing through her veins and cascading through her body.
She doesn't want to stop.
Olivia parts her legs ever so subtly, the warm air around them causing sweat to pool beneath her lower back and she arches her chest, her breasts lifting upward. Charlie locks her lips over her bare nipple, her tongue flitting at a firm and intentional pace and Olivia groans.
This is what she wants.
Seclusion.
Intimacy.
A place to test the waters without an audience.
She wouldn't admit it to Elliot, but she's nervous about his roaming, assessing eyes – so she seeks this private, uninhibited access so her nerves don't completely override their experience.
Charlie's teeth purposefully scrape across her nipple and a breath filled gasp gets lodged in her throat. Her eyes slip closed as thick, dense steam encases them, restricting her breath and vision but she thinks it's a good thing, as if she were finding some sort of redemption within the fog. She cups the back of Charlie's neck, holding her in place as she continues to suck at her nipple.
"Tell me what you want," Charlie hums against her breast, her words vibrating against her flesh, this time sounding far more impatient.
Olivia rakes her fingers through the back of Charlie's hair before twirling her fingers through her short locks. She is supposed to be propositioning Charlie here, offering up her and Elliot's desires but her mind is too consumed on her current one.
You can have anything.
Charlie continues to swirl her tongue achingly around her nipple and she doesn't think, she just moves Charlie's free hand, navigating it down her perspiring body until her fingertips meet with the seam of her bikini bottoms, indicating very clearly what she wants. She's still wet from Elliot, still slick with his desire post their pool escapade but it doesn't stop Charlie from slipping obligingly beneath the material without reprieve.
Olivia groans as her fingers rush across her swollen clit and Charlie moans approvingly at what she finds. She breathes out at Charlie's touch and somewhere between the steam and the absence of eye contact she starts to move her own hand between their lower halves, running her fingers across Charlie's bikini covered mound. Charlie responds receptively, rocking herself eagerly into her palm and Olivia takes a few deep breaths at the intensity of their contact.
Charlie's bikini isn't damp from the pool like hers, but it's slick with moisture from steam and heat and suddenly she aches to discover what else. She doesn't think, she just slips her hand beneath Charlie's waistband and time slows as she runs her fingers across her warm and inviting flesh.
Charlie groans, parting her legs expectantly as Olivia nestles her slender fingers between her folds, her mind reeling at the touch.
"Your first time." Charlie whispers down at her and Olivia's eyes slip open, catching Charlie staring back at her intently, their stilted breaths intermingling as they both drag their fingertips tortuously across each others clits. It's more of a statement than a question, as if she could see through this very intimate, private, intentional cocoon that Olivia has created for them. Olivia's chest pounds at her transparency, suddenly feeling both physically and emotionally exposed and she can't for the life of her tear her eyes away from the intensity of green. She doesn't answer, instead she waits for more bravado to come from Charlie - words, comments, challenges but there is just stillness between them now, only the slick sounds of them stroking each other in unison.
Olivia is completely taken by how wet Charlie is against her fingers and all she can think is this is how it must feel for Elliot when he slides his hand between her own desire.
You're dripping Liv.
Olivia aches at the thought because God this could be so easy, too easy, to sink into Charlie and anticipation abounds as she runs her fingers boldly across Charlie's entrance. Charlie is staring down at her, her eyes silently daring her, her thighs eagerly moving expectedly, granting access for her fingers to enter. Olivia holds Charlie's gaze for a few short beats before she gives into the curiosity, slowly pressing inward, her index finger penetrating, eliciting a low groan from Charlie. Olivia is stunned into silence at the feel of Charlie's body clamping around her finger, the intensity of it all starving her for breath as she slowly adds a second. Olivia's eyes slip closed once more, her mind flitting back to Elliot's thick fingers sinking deep inside her and her lower half throbs at the thought.
So tight Liv.
"What are you thinking about?"
She hears the whisper from above but she doesn't want to talk. She doesn't want to admit that she's imagining Elliot in the corner of this steam room stroking himself to climax at the very sight of them. Instead Olivia curls her fingers inward experimentally, drawing out slow, intentional strokes inside Charlie, gauging what garners a response and cataloguing what ignites the strongest of reactions.
"I'll tell you what I'm thinking about.. " Charlie bucks against Olivia's torturous ministrations. "You going down on me, while your husband fucks you from behind."
Olivia's thighs clench unexpectedly at that as if Elliot had just thrust up into her and suddenly she is grasping Charlie's wrist and moving it further inward until two of her fingers are sinking deep inside her. Olivia's mouth parts but no sound escapes and Charlie groans in response, moving her mouth downward to capture Olivia's, sucking languidly on her lower lip. Charlie parts her mouth once more, dipping her tongue into her recesses before flitting it achingly across hers and Olivia wraps her legs around her hips in response to gain additional leverage so she can sink deeper.
Olivia gasps as she hits her g-spot, her walls suddenly contracting around her fingers.
"Ugh fuck yes - right there," she sobs.
Charlie's mouth latches back onto hers and she starts to flit her tongue achingly across hers as if emulating teasing her clit and Olivia drives Charlie's hand deeper inside her, feeling a rush of wetness pooling between her legs. She doesn't recognise herself in that moment - her wants, her needs, her desires, but this version of her excites her, invigorates her and she can feel herself breaking free of each and every limitation and inhibition she has put upon herself.
Olivia drags her lips off Charlie's, her mind suddenly desperate to make one thing abundantly clear before her want completely takes over.
"I just have one rule.." she whispers against Charlie's lips, her breath shaky, her body still on the cusp of orgasm. "You don't touch him okay." Her voice is painfully low, a seriousness imbedded in the words. "You can only touch me."
Charlie's lips widen in response to that and she chuckles, returning her mouth to hers and kissing her hard before pressing her palm firmly against her clit. Olivia's walls clench around her fingers and she sobs out a pained gasp, her unexpected orgasm shattering as she comes hard, both of them groaning as Olivia's inner walls contract around her fingers. Olivia chokes on a sob, so lost in her own orgasm that she only just catches the tail end of Charlie's.
She is breathless, her flesh slick and sweaty as Charlie's damp lips trail down the edge of her cheek, stopping just above the shell of her ear.
"So just to confirm.. " Charlie whispers, the words coming out seductive, yet playful. "I can only touch you? Is that right?"
"Yes," Olivia hisses, still coming down off her orgasm, in no mood for debate as her lungs continue to fill with an abundance of steam.
"That won't be a problem," Charlie whispers, before slowly slipping her sticky fingers out of her bikini bottoms and bringing them up to her lips. "That won't be a problem at all."
TBC