Brighton smiled, her hips already pressing upward, her need building. Lola grinned at her squirming, then slid onto the bed between Brighton’s legs until they were face-to-face. They kissed like that for what felt like forever, perfect, entwined. Finally, though, their kisses turned more heated, and Charlotte moved south. She kissed Brighton’s ankles first, sliding that mouth up Brighton’s shins, tonguing her calves, making Brighton groan in pleasure and frustration.
When Lola reached her thighs, she bared her teeth, biting down on the soft flesh, gently at first, then hard enough to make Brighton gasp.
“God,” Brighton said.
“Too much?”
Brighton shook her head.
“Good girl,” Lola said, then bit her again, nibbling along one thigh, then the other, hard enough that Brighton was sure she was leaving teeth marks.
Good.
Brighton wanted marks.
Wanted the world to know she was Lola’s and Lola was hers.
“Baby, please,” Brighton said as Lola’s teeth worked the tendon where her leg met her hip. It made Brighton feel wild, her pussy throbbing almost painfully.
“Please what?”
“I need you inside me,” Brighton said, tugging at Lola’s hair. “Please. Now. I need you.”
Lola slid up quickly so they were face-to-face, her still-clothed hips pressing between Brighton’s legs.
“You’ve got me,” she said, kissing Brighton sweetly once, then twice, before the kiss turned less than sweet, teeth and moans, and then she inched down Brighton’s body. She unbuttoned Brighton’s shirt, sucking at her nipples through her cotton bra, making Brighton swear at the ceiling.
Finally, dear god, fucking finally, Lola’s fingers settled on Brighton’s cunt.
“Fuck yes,” Brighton said. There was nothing like that first touch, the relief of it. She bucked into Lola’s hand, but Lola would not be hurried. She never could be, and Brighton loved it.
Loved her.
Lola parted Brighton, fingers slipping between her folds, so wet that Brighton could hear her arousal.
“Please,” Brighton whispered. “Please.”
Lola smiled, kissed her way down Brighton’s body to settle on her stomach between Brighton’s legs.
“Beautiful,” she said almost reverently, right before she slipped two fingers inside.
“Fuck,” Brighton said, her hips lifting before settling again.
“Like that?” Lola asked.
Brighton could only nod, moan.
“Or like this?” Lola asked, sliding in a third finger.
“Oh my god, yeah. Like that.”
“How about this?” Lola asked, then closed her mouth around Brighton’s clit, sucking and licking, teeth grazing her skin.
“Jesus, fuck, yes,” Brighton said, slapping the mattress with her hand. “Lola.”
Lola hummed against her, her mouth too busy to ask questions now. Her fingers pumped in and out of Brighton’s pussy, twisting every now and then, her tongue working Brighton’s clit, building a scream in Brighton’s chest. Brighton tried to be quiet, but she’d never been good at holding back with Lola, never wanted to be. She wanted to be consumed, decimated, ruined by this feeling, the love of her life, this woman who knew her inside and out, this person who’d been everything to her for sixteen years.
This person she’d lost.
