Page 62 of Tell Me What you Think

"Why did you kiss me?" she dares to ask, and quietly gives herself a pat on the back for the courage.

"Because I'm attracted to you and in that moment I really wanted to."

Marina doesn't hesitate—she doesn't need a second to think, her hands don't shake, she doesn't say something stupid or turn red—but Olga doesn't think about any of that. She only thinks about what she just said.

I'm attracted to you.

"You're really attracted to me?"

Her gaze lifts in search of the answer, but what she finds instead are Marina's lips, dropping onto hers with urgency. The other two times, Olga was thrilled by the simple brush of lips, but now that she has Marina's warm tongue inside her mouth, she's dizzy with need.

Marina's hands settle on her waist and Olga tenses for one second, then relaxes and gasps against her lips when they pull apart for a breath before she kisses her back, running her tongue along her teeth and pressing it against Marina's, but she stops short—swallowing a moan—when she feels Marina untucking her blouse from her pants.

"Oh my God," she murmurs, looking down between them as if she can't quite believe it.

"Am I moving too fast?" Marina asks, uncertain.

"What?" Olga lets out a breath, ragged. "No, I mean—you?"

"Me what?"

Marina's smile curves to the left.

"I thought you only… I mean, with men… You know. Have you ever been with a woman before?"

Marina wets her lips, amused.

"No."

"And you're not scared?" Olga hesitates, feeling an intense flutter spread through her belly.

"Are you?"

"Of course not! I want to—"

"What do you want?"

God, why is everything easy and fun for Marina while she practically drowns just thinking about it?

"This." Olga gestures between them. "With you. I want to do this. A lot."

"Aah, a lot," Marina repeats with that crooked smile. "And why is it so hard for you to believe that I crave this too?"

Olga lets out a slightly hysterical laugh that she's certain just killed Marina's mood entirely.

"I don't know, maybe you're nervous since you haven't…"

"Olga." Marina raises a hand, cups her chin, and silences her lips with two fingers. "You bring out the crude side of me, but I've got a pussy too, you know? I'm pretty sure I'll know how to touch yours, and that I can do almost the same things with my mouth that I can with my fingers."

She drops her hand and Olga gapes, her underwear completely soaked.

"Oh," she says, and her gaze darkens so much that her irises disappear under the black of her pupils. "Okay, so you do want this."

Before Marina can answer, Olga goes for her mouth, and while Marina unbuttons her blouse from the top, Olga starts from the bottom. She won't fail at this, she can't fumble this, because Marina is willing and she's desperate to please her enough that she'll want to do it again.

The blouse ends up on the floor, and Marina looks at her for a moment before sliding her hands around and unhooking her bra. Olga meets her with stiff pink nipples and goosebumped skin.

"Fuck," Marina hisses, never imagining that a pair of breasts could make her ache to take them in her mouth this badly.