Belated Fate (Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader)

Chapter 51. Her perfect apology

Y/n's POV:

⚠️Warning: smut

"Can I come in?" I ask in an almost desperate tone, after waiting exactly ten minutes before knocking on the bathroom door, hearing the muffled sound of the shower on the other side of it.

"Come in," the answer came after a second, giving me permission to pull the metal handle and step inside, immediately drawing attention to the graceful silhouette of Elizabeth in the shower stall with misted walls and slowly dripping water drops on them.

Deciding not to waste any more time because of the feeling that the knot in the bottom of my stomach is gradually becoming uncomfortable, I quickly take off my T-shirt and panties in which I slept and quietly approach the stall, carefully opening the door.

"Don't be so shy, sweetness," she says in a low, seductive voice without even turning to me as she continues to stroke her body in measured, graceful motions as she rinses off her shower gel.

"I'm not shy," I squeeze out in a low voice because of my suddenly dry throat caused by the divine picture of my girlfriend's perfect body, slowly turning towards me and showing all the ethereal beauty of her neck, chest, toned belly, hips and my gaze doesn't mean even dare to move below.

"Are you gonna just stand there and stare or come here and get it?" She asks with a confident smirk on her lips, watching me still stand in my place with my mouth slightly open, amazed by her body as if for the first time.

"Come here, beautiful," Elizabeth adds, seeing that I show no reaction as I feel like my head is turning like cotton wool, forcing every single thought out of my mind.

When I see her extend her hand to me, I automatically take it and in a few seconds I find myself pressed against a cold wall under a stream of pleasant temperature water with Elizabeth's hands roaming around my waist. How did it even happen?

"I suppose I'm gonna be the only one who's talking now," she playfully smiles at me, pressing her body to mine and moving her mouth to my neck, slightly biting it couple of times while her fingers are running down my ribs.

"It's even better," Elizabeth pulls away from my neck, moving her face to look me straight in the eyes, gripping my side in her hand imperiously for a couple of seconds, "you'll get your pretty mouth busy with moaning," she says, raising her hand to one of my boobs, cupping it and briefly touching my nipple with her thumb, eliciting a small whimper from my lips.

"Please," I manage to somehow make my tone sound not this desperate as I actually feel, making her look at me with fake pity, moving her hand slowly up to my face and stopping it on my neck as her thumb strokes my jaw.

"Needy," Elizabeth playfully pouts, placing her finger on my lower lip, pulling it back slightly as her other hand descends first onto my thigh and then I feel it going between my legs, not touching my core just yet, but instead only tapping the inside of my thighs, silently suggesting that I spread my legs wider.

"Say it again," her tone is on the verge of demand and I feel no desire to resist because I know that she can play with me for a very long time before giving me what I want, bucking my hips towards her hand, letting out a high-pitched moan and saying "please" once again.

"Suddenly you decided to be good," she comments, bringing two of her fingers to my mouth, starting to slowly slide them inside until they're here to her knuckles, watching my lips wrap greedily around them while my tongue diligently swirls around her digits, wetting them with my saliva.

"Taking them so good as always," Elizabeth whispers lewdly as she watches me move my head back and forth a little, holding her wrist with one of my hands as my other finds its place on her lower back, digging my nails into her sensitive milky skin.