What Goes Up, Must Come Down

Bella Rolland and Olivia Madison step into the freight elevator, the doors sliding shut behind them. Their dresses ride higher with every click of the floor counter. Hands move fast once the light hits forty. Bella slips two fingers under Olivia’s lace panties, finds her already slick, and pushes in deep. The brunette gasps, back pressed to the metal wall, hips rolling to meet each thrust. Olivia returns the favor—slides her hand between Bella’s thighs, parts her, and sinks two fingers inside, curling them until Bella’s breath catches. Their mouths find each other, open and wet. When Bella adds a third finger, Olivia tilts her hips forward, giving her the angle she wants. A single drop of sweat rolls down Bella’s neck as Olivia’s fingertip circles the tight ring of muscle lower down, pressing just enough to make Bella’s knees buckle. The elevator keeps climbing. Their fingers keep working. When the doors finally open at the top, both women are flushed, panties pushed aside, thighs glistening, and ready for whatever comes next.